500-word composition "Picking Myrica rubra"

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"Picking Yangmei" composition 500 words 1 I heard that Yangmei in heng shan cun is very famous and can be sold well all over the country. Every time bayberry ripens, buyers come to order early. I'll believe that when I see it. On a Sunday in May this year, I was lucky enough to watch it with my parents. On the way to heng shan cun, we were full of family's longing, accompanied by everyone's laughter, and unconsciously came to our destination-heng shan cun.

At present, there is a wide avenue paved with stones, next to which are many three-story high-rise buildings, Longqiu farmhouse and landscape farmhouse ... It turned out to be a tourist attraction! The open space in front of some houses is also fenced, and various crops are planted, such as pumpkins, loofahs, small vegetables ... fruits like pods, filled with raw sesame seeds, are full of particles, just like strong dolls!

Under the leadership of Uncle Wu, we are going to Yangmeilin to pick bayberry. Everyone was talking and laughing all the way, and we arrived at Yangmeilin unconsciously. We crossed the ridge and ran to Yangmeilin. Ah! What a vast expanse of Yangmeilin, like the ocean, is boundless. A string of strings, clusters of branches, shining like stars, really beautiful! Uncle Wu said that this is a very sweet bayberry. Try it first. Like a greedy cat, I picked one at once. I took a bite. It is sweet, crisp, juicy and full of fragrance. Yangmei is really delicious! Uncle Wu said, "When picking, you can pick it by lifting it." I used my uncle's method to quickly pick the mature bayberry and put it in the basket. My mother showed no weakness. She lifted Yangmei one by one and gently put it in the blue. Dad took it off and chatted with Uncle Wu. I picked a basket full of blue, and it took me a lot of effort to lift it. Finally, with the help of my uncle, I carried it over.

Yangmei in my hometown, I love you! Love your sweet taste, love your dark red color, love your cute shape like a plush ball. I love Yangmei in my hometown, and I love my hometown!

Picking Myrica rubra is 500 words 2 "Myrica rubra is full of red mountains from summer to the sun". Summer is a good season for picking Myrica rubra, and at this time, Myrica rubra is just sweet and sour, and Suzhou Xishan is a scenic spot for picking Myrica rubra. Today, our reporter Jiang Hai came to Xishan to experience the fun of picking bayberry.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw a mountain, surrounded by green, which was a bit shocking. When we arrived at Yangmei Garden, we saw that the leaves of Yangmei tree were long, narrow and shiny, like handfuls of green umbrellas propped on the hillside, with red dots sticking out in twos and threes. I guess it must be Yangmei.

Walking into the garden, there are mouth-watering bayberry trees hanging on the dense bayberry trees. These bayberries are red, purple or black, so full that they are about to spit out juice. We rushed up, carefully picked the big, purple or black bayberry according to the teacher's suggestion, and couldn't wait to put the whole bayberry in our mouth before cleaning it. Our teeth were slightly bitten hard, and the pulp of Myrica rubra cracked, and bright red juice gushed out, sour and sweet, and the taste is unforgettable so far! I am like a flexible monkey shuttling under the Myrica rubra tree, picking Myrica rubra one after another. In a short time, my teeth, lips, face, hands and clothes were all dyed red with bayberry juice, just like a clown, haha.

After continuous tasting, I found that there is a kind of Myrica rubra which is the sweetest, with large and full particles. I watched carefully and wanted to know the secret. This Myrica rubra tree is not the biggest one, but "petite", and its trunk is not like other trunks, but two trunks are interdependent. Starting from the bottom, the result should be to put all your energy into the "child" bayberry. She worked so hard and produced many big and sweet fruits, which was loved and praised by everyone.

If we work as hard as this Myrica rubra tree, I believe we will definitely taste the "fruit" of success.

I have eaten bayberry many times, and the sour and sweet taste makes me unforgettable, but I bought it from the street. Grandpa heard that I like to eat bayberry, and specially asked me to pick bayberry together.

One day after the Dragon Boat Festival and summer, there was a light rain. It's sunny. I rode my grandfather's bike to the fields. About 20 minutes later, a large piece of green Yangmeilin appeared in front of me, boundless and reflected in the sky. I can't help getting out of the car in a daze. The leaves of Myrica rubra are green and dripping, swaying in the breeze, and the faint fragrance floats into the nostrils. The trees are covered with red and black bayberries, like coral beads and agate strings, which are very attractive.

Before grandpa agreed to pick it, my "greedy cat" had got into Yangmeilin. I picked a red one and put it in my mouth, which made me frown. Grandpa looked at it and said, "Black bayberry is very sweet." I quickly picked a black one, put Yangmei in my mouth and took a bite. It was delicious and sweet, which made people feel intoxicated.

I bent down and shuttled through Yangmeilin. Looking up, the bayberry on my head is particularly black, very big and of course very sweet. I want to climb the bayberry tree to pick bayberries, but I'm afraid I'll fall down. I can only stand on tiptoe, slowly pull down the branches and carefully get the bayberry. From time to time, cold water drops slipped off the leaves of Myrica rubra and got into my collar and cuffs playfully, making me dripping with water. My hand kept digging, and Yangmei entered the laundry list and stomach one by one. Tired of picking, I sat on the stone bench and looked at the beautiful scenery of Yang Meilin, which made me relaxed and happy.

The sun was a little west, so we returned home with a full load. My mouth and tongue are painted with black ink, like a panda. Look at your hands again, yeah! Looks like it's covered in blood. Pretty scary. Grandpa looked at my funny appearance and bent over with laughter. I giggled too.

Myrica rubra with unique flavor makes people never tire of eating it, and the scenery and scenes of Yangmeilin are even more unforgettable.

Picking Yangmei Composition 500 Words 4 Picking Yangmei After the Dragon Boat Festival, Yangmei trees are covered with Yangmei. My parents and I went to grandpa's Yangmeishan to pick bayberry.

On the road, birds sang for us and butterflies danced on the grass. Weeds are also quite tall, about my height. Some weeds are quite polite and often block my steps, as if to say, "Come and play with me, come and play with me." Soon we reached the mountain. It's really lively. Adults are picking bayberry, while children are playing, picking and climbing trees. It's really like a group of lively "little monkeys".

Seeing that they are so busy, so are we. First, we brought ladders, plates, ropes, hooks, baskets and other tools. Tie the hook to the basket with a rope, and then hang it on the branch. Then dad climbed up the tree, sat firmly on the branch, chose a big black bayberry, picked it carefully and put it gently in the basket. After a while, a basket of bayberry was full. Dad handed down the basket, and my mother and I were responsible for pouring bayberry into the basket. The bottom of the basket was covered with weeds. In case the bayberry is squashed. Seeing so many big, black bayberries makes my mouth water. I picked a big black bayberry and stuffed it into my mouth at once. Sour and sweet, bright red juice flowed down the corners of the mouth. My teeth are sore after eating one after another. But I didn't want to stop. I took another bite and felt bloated. Just as I was having a good time, a gust of wind blew. Suddenly, a waxberry jumped down from the treetop, rolled on the ground and hid in the grass. It may want to play with children. Time flies. Soon, it's time for lunch. We left Yangmei Mountain reluctantly with a basket full of Yangmei.

I walked ahead, and gradually I saw the bayberry tree.

I couldn't wait to run over and thought: Yangmei must be big, sweet and delicious. I drool at the thought, and the result is very, no, extremely disappointed. Some waxberries are immature, some are not grown up, and some are half cooked and half rotten. Aunt Xu Qiu said, "It rained too much this year. Yangmei is not sweet! " "I walked under the bayberry tree and reached for a bayberry. I ate it. It was much more sour than sweet. I thought: the meat is red, but why is the juice purple? Aunt Xu Qiu brought me a bayberry hook. I didn't know how to use it, so I hit Yangmei. Because I used to play golf, Yangmei was hit three meters away by me. Mom said, "it's not used like this." "I hooked the branches with a hook again, and Yangmei fell to the ground in groups of three and five, only a few of them fell into the bag. My mother looked at me and shook her head and said, "I'd better pick it by hand." "I climbed to the stump and picked a few more. I want to climb higher, but unfortunately my hands can't reach it.

I see others picking bayberries on the hillside above, and I want to pick them, too, but how can I climb up? Thinking of me, I began to climb the mountain. At first, every step would be slippery, but I also began to see good and full bayberry, and I picked another one to eat, sweet. When I got there, I competed with the little girl above to pick bayberry. I picked a waxberry that jumped from left to right. It was really interesting. However, the good times did not last long. After playing for a while, the weather was not very good, and it rained heavily several times. Everyone became a drowned rat, and another one came for lunch. Haha, those leftovers have turned into instant rice.

Everyone got back to the car and laughed at once. It turned out that there was a waxberry on my head, and my mother gave me a waxberry. "Oh, it's delicious!"

Picking bayberry composition 500 words 6 stepping on wet and soft soil, walking on the path that people have stepped on. The surrounding trees stood upright and greeted us warmly. It's the rainy season, and it has just rained for a while. The sky is not necessarily happy and sulky, but it won't open the door of the dark clouds.

I went to Yangmei Mountain and went to Yangmeidi of my aunt's house. My sister took a arbutus basket, so did I, and my sister pushed the basket in front of me. "Do you want to compete?" I looked at her flexible and small body. "Yes," my sister said, picking a waxberry and putting it in the basket. As a result, a simple housework has a rhythm, only to see the manual, the fruit falls, and the brothers and sisters are silent.

"I should slow down, after all, my sister is so much shorter than me." I thought to myself, my hand slowed down unconsciously, and I put a red bayberry in my mouth to eat it for a while.

"Competition outside depends on strength. Who will let you know that failure and success are common. " So I stared at a tree again, and my movements accelerated a lot. The crystal clear bayberry quickly fell into the basket. Looking at my sister's unskilled movements, sometimes I can't pick bayberry in a higher place, and my heart is soft. I put the Yangmei basket on the ground, picked up one at hand, and savored the raindrops and sweet and sour Yangmei with smooth pulp. At this time, I saw from the corner of my eye that my sister was struggling to reach out and pick a bayberry. Yangmei seems to be a disobedient child, making fun of her short stature! I was so angry that I rushed over with my basket and took off the "scapegoat" in one jump. "Here you are," I said to my sister. "No, it's yours. You won. " She smiled at me, very relaxed, completely without the seriousness and persistence when picking Yangmei.

"No, you are shorter than me. You deserve to win. " I want to give my sister some comfort.

"I am less, I just lose." No anger, no depression, my sister's face is still as clear as a mountain spring.

"It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." It is raining again. On my way back, frogs came from a pond on the road, as if to tell me: there is really no need to be so cautious.

Picking bayberry composition 500 words 7 Now, it is the mature season of bayberry. Looking along the street, purple bayberry is dotted with one or two green leaves, which is really attractive. In the afternoon, my mother and aunt made an appointment to go to my brother and grandmother's house to pick Yangmeishan. I am very excited.

Early this morning, a group of us, in high spirits, got in my mother's car and headed for Yangmeishan. Soon, we arrived at Yangmeilin on the mountain. I saw clusters of red agate-like bayberry covered with branches, which set off the green leaves and were very lovely. Round bayberry is like a pearl, with curved branches, and some bayberry "babies" wear reddish "clothes"; Some wear crimson "clothes"; Others wear purple-black "clothes", which are as big as table tennis and make people drool.

I was carrying a small basket and couldn't wait to beat me to it. I picked up Yangmei. Myrica rubra is small, bright red, purple black red, the sweetest black purple, shining like a black pearl under the sunlight. I took a "straight" stick and bit it down, and the water ran down my teeth and onto my tongue. Ah! That's so sweet. My aunt, who went with me, said that the bayberry here doesn't need pesticides, so you can eat it directly after picking it from the tree.

The darker the bayberry at the top of the tree, the sweeter it is. My aunt is as clever as a monkey in picking bayberry on the branch. I am eager to try, too. I followed the branches, and more bayberry was at my fingertips.

After picking bayberry, the adults sat on the ground to have a rest. Our children play "Yangmei War", take off Yangmei on the ground as bullets and chase after it. People didn't go home with baskets full of bayberry until they ran out of bullets.

Just finished the 500-word final exam, my aunt asked me to pick bayberry in Xueyan. When I arrived at my destination, many villagers were selling bayberries, peaches and other fruits. I think I'm going to show my talents in the future.

My aunt and I carefully came to the producing area where we specially picked bayberry, took a basket and began to get busy. I saw the ground covered with mature bayberry, and I was shocked to see them. My aunt told me while picking, "You should choose purple, not red and rotten, or it will rot in a few days." After listening to her words, I nodded. Suddenly I found a purple one in a red bayberry book in front of me, thinking: God help me too! . When I walked over to pick it while thinking happily, I found it terrible. The side facing me is red and purple, but the reverse side is broken. I comforted myself while looking for Yangmei. Just then, my aunt found that I wasn't with her and said, "Wang Qiyun! Come to me, there are many arbutus! " I heard you. I ran to her. She said to me, "You take the basket and I'll climb the tree to pick bayberry." I held the basket high for fear that menstruation could not reach it. I saw her standing between two branches with one foot, and the other standing high, stretching out her arms to pick the best bayberry on the top of the tree. I heard someone say, "The branches of Myrica rubra are very delicate and easy to break." He clamored for his aunt to come down quickly, lest anything should happen to her. But she picked a basket and slowly came down.

In this way, while eating and picking, my teeth are sore, but my heart is still beautiful.

On July 7th, the scorching sun did not weaken our family's interest in picking bayberry.

Dad drove for half an hour to Xiaoshan Hangzhou Ecological Park. Grandparents said, "There are so many Yangmei here this year. This is the second time we have picked it, and it is also your first time. My dad said, "The picked bayberry grows better than the last time, and the remaining bayberry is nutritious and big." "My uncle who planted bayberry also said," This bayberry is bigger than the last time your grandmother came to pick it. But there was a lot of rain this year, and many Yangmei were attacked by rain. Daming, look at the ground. "I see, wow, there are fresh bayberry on the ground. What a pity! There are several baskets of bayberry on the ground alone.

After a while, grandma asked me to pick a kind of red bayberry called carbon plum. My uncle told me that this kind of red bayberry looks black and tastes sweet. When we pick bayberry, we are armed to the teeth, put on sleeves and pants, which can be used to prevent mosquitoes. We are divided into three groups: me and my uncle, my parents and my grandparents. I climbed the tree like a little monkey. I really wanted to eat while picking, but my hands were dirty, so I had to give up the idea. There is only one tree left, but only the biggest one is left. My uncle brought a stick with a bag tied to it. It turns out that the better the bayberry grows, the higher it grows, and most people can't pick it. Finally, my uncle and I picked it up the fastest, followed by my grandparents and my parents.

Picking bayberry is fun, but we still feel a little tired after picking it once. My mother feels a little tired, too. I feel tired and my hands are sore just holding the basket. Only then did I know that the farmer's uncle was actually very hard. My uncle told me that they sometimes have cookies for lunch. By picking bayberry this time, I realized that it is equally difficult to grow food. It is really difficult to cherish the fruits of farmers' uncles' labor. Sometimes the fruit is thrown away before it is half eaten. So is lunch. If I can't eat, I'll throw it away. Now I think what I did was wrong, and I will never do it again.

But I still like picking bayberry. I told my uncle that we would come again this time next year.

"Picking Myrica rubra" composition 500 words 10 My hometown-Yuyao, with specialties such as Myrica rubra and Zizania latifolia. Among them, Yangmei is the most famous, and the sweet and delicious Yangmei is often mouth-watering. This year's World Expo Tengtou Pavilion also has an exhibition of Yuyao Yangmei!

On a sunny afternoon in June in Wan Li, I came to my grandmother's house to pick bayberry. The mountain road is rugged and uneven, and it has just rained heavily. There were many small puddles, and the road was full of potholes, which splashed mud all over me. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and I took a deep breath. What fresh air! Yang Meixiang is in the air, and Yang Meilin is here! Myrica rubra, big and sweet, hangs on the branches and flutters in the wind, as if welcoming our arrival one by one! I jumped forward and caught some bayberries. Unexpectedly, the bayberry was not picked, but the juice ruined me. My mother told me to pick bayberry lightly ... before my mother finished, my head rustled like rain-it turned out that my grandmother was climbing a tree! I climbed up like a tiger. Myrica rubra is tall and thick with rough bark. I accidentally fell down and turned into a little clay figurine, which made my brother blush with laughter. I refused to admit defeat, continued to climb the tree, climbed a branch, and finally came to the top of the tree, surrounded by sweet and sour bayberry. I happily took it off and held it in my hand, successfully looking at the spoils in the basket. I am full of joy like a blushing little girl.

Today's waxberry picking made me understand a truth: don't be afraid of being laughed at by others, believe in yourself!

It's sunny today, with 500 words 1 1. Mother suggested: take my little sister and me to pick bayberry.

Walking into Yangmeilin, I looked up and saw Yangmei, like a ruby, swaying in the wind on the branches, as if waving to me: "Come! Come and eat me! " Seeing the purple red bayberry, I was so delicate and charming that I couldn't help swallowing. The Yangmei tree is so high that I can't reach it after jumping several times in a row. I can't help but be depressed: "I really want to try Yangmei!" "

"Cheng Jun, come here quickly, there are so many here!" My sister's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I rushed over and saw my sister's right foot standing on a thick bayberry branch, clutching the bayberry branch with both hands, kicking her left foot like a monkey, and soon climbed to the top of the tree. Then she chose a strong branch to stand firm and reached for the red Myrica rubra tree. Yangmei is round, as big as longan, and covered with small thorns. I stood under the tree and grabbed one and put it in my mouth. I can't wait to have a bite. A sour smell hit my face and hit my head. I suddenly feel very weak and my head is in a mess.

"Ha ha ha ... you have to choose purple, it's mature." After listening to my mother's words, I quickly picked a big red one and put it in my mouth. I took a careful bite, purple juice gushed out, and a sour and sweet taste surrounded my tongue. I am so happy that I am about to fly!

Eating bayberry is really like riding a roller coaster. Sometimes it's sour and sometimes it's sweet, which makes people want to stop. Picking bayberry this time is really an unforgettable experience.

My hometown is in Shuangfeng, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.

It is said that Yangmei in heng shan cun is very famous and can sell well all over the country. When Yangmei was ripe, the buyer came to order early. I'll believe that when I see it. On a Sunday in May this year, I was lucky enough to watch it with my parents. On the way to heng shan cun, we were full of family's longing, accompanied by everyone's laughter, and unconsciously came to our destination-heng shan cun.

At present, there is a wide road paved with stones, next to which are many three-story buildings, Longqiu farmhouse and landscape farmhouse … It turns out that this place is still a tourist attraction! The open space in front of some houses is also fenced, and various crops are planted, such as pumpkins, loofahs, small vegetables ... fruits like pods, filled with raw sesame seeds, are full of particles, just like strong dolls!

Under the leadership of Uncle Wu, we are going to Yangmeilin to pick bayberry. Everyone was talking and laughing all the way, and we arrived at Yangmeilin unconsciously. We crossed the ridge and ran to Yangmeilin. Ah! What a vast expanse of Yangmeilin, like the ocean, is boundless. A string, a string of branches, shining like a star. Really beautiful! Uncle Wu said that this is a very sweet bayberry. Try it first. Like a greedy cat, I picked one at once. I took a bite. It is sweet, crisp, juicy and full of fragrance. Yangmei is really delicious! Uncle Wu said, "When picking, you can pick it by lifting it." I used my uncle's method to quickly pick the mature bayberry and put it in the basket. My mother showed no weakness. She lifted Yangmei one by one and gently put it in the blue. Dad took it off and chatted with Uncle Wu. I picked a full basket and lifted it with great effort. Finally, with the help of my uncle, I lifted it.

Yangmei in my hometown, I love you! I love your sweet taste, your dark red color, and your cute shape like a plush ball. I love Yangmei in my hometown, and I love my hometown!

Today, my mother and I visited Uncle Biao's garden. As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a thick fragrance of flowers, including jasmine, tulip, camellia … and some flowers, I can't name them!

Uncle Biao planted not only flowers, but also many vegetables and fruit trees in his yard. There are purple eggplant and green rape; There are longan trees, litchi trees and bayberry trees; There are also green beans, cucumbers and bitter melons ... Now it is the season to pick bayberry, so we go to the mountains to pick bayberry. I see the bayberry tree is tall and leafy. After the rainy season, Babies Myrica rubra suck the dew of the whole spring and grow into crystal red pearls. Some are covered by branches and leaves, and some show their little heads, as if to signal someone to pick them!

Uncle Biao brought us two baskets. My mother and I started picking bayberry. Uncle Biao climbed the tree to pick bayberries himself and told us, "These bayberries have three different colors, yellow and red, and one is red and black." They feel different, too. Immature bayberry is hard, mature bayberry is soft, and the sweet and sour taste is different. "My mother also told me to choose red and black bayberry, so as to be mature and taste sweet. I tasted one. It is delicious. The more you eat, the more you want to eat After a while, we picked a basket full of bayberry. I have no choice. I picked a black one from the basket and washed it. I put it in my mouth. Wow, the sour and sweet bright red juice has dyed my tongue and lips red. My mother smiled and said I was a greedy cat!

Picking bayberry is really fun!

Today, my family of three went to Luoda Mountain to pick bayberry in my uncle's car. How happy I am!

After a long time, my uncle's car finally climbed the mountain. Go straight along the winding and rugged path. On your left is Myrica rubra, and on your right is Myrica rubra. There are bayberry trees in front and behind. Walking on the winding and rugged path, you are simply in the arms of Yangmei tree. How happy you are!

We each brought a basket to hold bayberry. First of all, I picked some taro leaves and put them under the basket, so as not to squeeze the bayberry juice. "Let's do it!" I am happy to say. I picked a purple bayberry first. Just as I was enjoying it, Lin Weikai came up to me sweating and said, "Let's pick it together. We must pick those black, red, purple and big bayberries, so that they are delicious. " As soon as his voice fell, I immediately picked a bayberry according to his standard and put it in my mouth. The tip of the tongue touches the smooth thorn of bayberry, which makes people feel delicate, soft and juicy, and it feels really sweet! I picked it up again, and soon I got bright red bayberry juice on my body, clothes and shoes. Because I rubbed my left side, rubbed my right side, stood on tiptoe, poked around, climbed a tree and squatted down. Bayberry juice spilled all over me, and my basket was full of bayberry juice. Take a break and look at other people's images quickly! Next to her, mother climbed the tree. She stood on the bayberry tree, craned her neck and stood on tiptoe, trying to pick bayberry. My mother said, "Mom, where are the bayberries we picked?" Mom said loudly, "Wow, you picked it well, you are great!" " "We proudly said," of course, it's nothing! "

I'm so happy. I have gained a lot today! Where there is labor, there is gain!

500 words 15 on Saturday, we went to pick bayberry. The whole family wore blue clothes on purpose. "We are ready to go!" After the phone call, dad said. Blue army, let's go!

Walking into "Yangmei Village", we look forward, wow! Myrica rubra trees are everywhere, and the trees are covered with crimson Myrica rubra. On a long piece of red cloth, five big yellow characters "Celebrate Yangmei Festival" are written, which are bright and dazzling. Looks like we're just in time. On the ground, falling, half-eaten and rotten bayberry can be seen everywhere. Dad looked around and said, "Yangmei is ripe. Let's go forward! " "We happily carried the basket up the hill.

We stopped at each tree to choose carefully, and my mother told us, "Remember to pick black bayberry!" " "I know! "I suddenly saw my mother's basket was empty, so I asked curiously," Mom, why don't you pick it? " "I want to take your picture!" Mom said. Then I'm busy! I picked some that I could reach, but there were more black and big bayberries on the high ground. I don't want to. Seeing a mossy stone under a tree, I bent down and stepped on it slowly, grabbing branches in one hand and picking black bayberry in the other. There is also a cluster of big-headed bayberry standing on the high branches, waving to me! I climbed up with the trunk, stood on the branch and picked some more. There are higher places! Big, black bayberry! I craned my neck to worry. The string of black bayberry winked at me like a naughty child, and I was so anxious that I stamped my feet-at this moment, the savior came. Dad said, "Come on! I'll carry you! "I am happy to ride on my father's shoulder and take off those lovely bayberries.

In a short time, a basket full of fragrant and sweet bayberry. Mother immediately brought us some red bayberries and said, "Come and taste the fruit you picked." I put a big bayberry in my mouth. Ah, bayberry is very sweet. It seems sweeter when I pick it myself. Eating bayberry is very happy, and picking bayberry is even happier! Go home quickly, there are many photos in my mother's mobile phone for me to enjoy!