Extract the narrative of Yangmei

Everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions, especially narratives. The central idea of narrative is generally contained in concrete materials and expressed through vivid descriptions of people, things and things. Then the question is coming, how should the narrative be written? The following is my description of picking bayberry, hoping to help everyone.

On Friday morning, my family went to grandma's house to pick bayberry with great interest.

When we arrived at grandma's house, without saying anything, we picked up the ladder and took the basket with bayberry, and went to Yangmeishan. After walking for about fifteen minutes, we came to Yangmeishan, and we were all ready to try. There are five or six one-person-thick Myrica rubra trees, and the dark green leaves are covered with red and black Myrica rubra trees. They are like shy dolls. Squeezed among the green leaves, red and green set each other off, very beautiful. Dad saw a big tree with the most arbutus, picked it and sent it to his mouth, saying it was delicious, delicious! As for me, I spread out the cloth and tied it firmly to the branch next to me, ready to catch the falling bayberry.

Mom doesn't want to show it to her. She picked up the ladder, leaned against the bayberry tree and climbed up. Wow, there is a big bayberry here! Dad cried excitedly, and I looked up at the sound. Wow! Really! This Myrica rubra grows at the top, round and dark, the size of table tennis, and it is simply the king of Myrica rubra. I just wanted to climb up and pick it, but a big hand picked it first. Oh, what a disappointment! At this moment, I only heard a plop. Haha, this Myrica rubra fell into my cobweb without any effort. It seems that I am really lucky. Unexpectedly, my mother stole the king Yangmei from me when I was not looking. Now, I suddenly deflated like a deflated ball. When my mother saw it, she reluctantly put Yangmei into my hand. Aha, I finally got the king of Yangmei. I quickly put it in my mouth and took a bite. A sweet juice immediately covered the tip of my tongue and slowly flowed into my heart. It is really delicious! Really reluctant to eat. Finally, I ate this waxberry until it was fruitless. Dad looked at me, sighed and swallowed this Yangmei: I really regret telling this Yangmei king! Otherwise, this bayberry will be mine!

Time flies. Grandma invited us to dinner. We reluctantly walked down the hill with two baskets full of bayberry. Dad was unhappy because he didn't taste Yangmei. He only ate half a bowl of rice. My mother and I smiled at him from ear to ear. Ah, I'm so happy to pick Yangmei!

The sun is scorching the earth. My father, I and several uncles and aunts went to Bai Quan to pick bayberry in the scorching sun. I want to: pick bayberry? You must go to the mountains to get there. It is too hot today. I have to make some preparations.

So, I (prepared) a towel and a bottle of ice water, and embarked on the journey of picking bayberry (to Bai Quan). After climbing a narrow, steep and thorny mountain road, I can finally see Yang Meilin. At first glance, the Myrica rubra trees (neatly arranged and crisscrossed like a huge green battle) are tall and green, and I can't wait to grab one and put it in my mouth at once.

By the time we climbed to Yangmeilin, everyone was already sweating, but everyone's interest in picking bayberry was not washed away by sweat. Each of us took a basket and started our work-picking bayberry. I was carrying a basket, and first I had a rough look at which red bayberry was the most purple, because purple bayberry was sweeter and more delicious. I found a Myrica rubra tree on my hillside. Yang Meihong's purple, purple, black, black and shiny trees are all so big that it makes my mouth water. Forget the main task, start eating bayberry first. I picked the most purple bayberry, took a bite, and immediately shed bright red juice, which was sour and sweet and delicious.

I ate for a while and began to pick bayberry. But picking bayberry is not as convenient as I thought. I didn't pick a few, and my back ached. Later, dad helped me pick it out.

When I got home, I couldn't help secretly sighing: it's really hard for the farmer's uncle to pick bayberry in such a hot summer, so hard. I want to cherish the happy life I have now and study hard!

Comments: The main problem of this travel note is that it is too simple. The process of picking bayberry is very simple. We should look back and see if there are any interesting details. How did you choose it? How did your parents choose? How do other uncles and aunts choose? Didn't write it Everyone climbed up and down in Yangmeilin, in high spirits, even you came and went, you picked me, and even ate purple, even the saliva flowed out. The atmosphere of the scene was not written, which is a place that needs to be improved in the future. The ending is too simple. After picking waxberries, there will always be something to write, such as what everyone said and what jokes they played.

This happened when I was 6 years old. At that time, because I was older than the children around me and had a good popularity, everyone pushed me to be the commander.

There is a big and tall Myrica rubra in our back hill. In the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Yangmei hangs on the branches like a red lantern, which really makes people drool. That day, as soon as I came out of kindergarten, I heard Sanmao running breathlessly and saying, Report Commander, I found the target in the back hill-Yangmei is delicious! Really! If you don't tell me, I really forgot. You teach steel-toed to gather under the tree. Yes! After a while, we all came to the bayberry tree trembling. However, the tree is so high, how can you climb it? Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally focus on me. I can't help it I'm the commander! I pulled open my hat brim and looked around. There is only a pile of stones beside the tree. I will immediately order my men to put the stone high. Then, I climbed the stone pheasant. I want to kick my hind legs, jump up and hook the bayberry branches with my hands. Unexpectedly, I fell to the ground as soon as the stone under my feet loosened. At that time, my nose was sore and tears were coming down. When I saw my men staring at me, I had to hold back my tears and pretend to be a commander. The soldiers immediately stood up and ordered them to re-base, which was higher than before. I stepped on it, pulling down branches with one hand and picking bayberries with the other. Got it! Got it! The men jumped for joy. But I can't help eating first. The soldier standing below was greedy and anxious and said loudly, the commander should set an example and throw some down! I said proudly, all right! I dropped a red bayberry, which was right in front of Sanmao's nose. Ripe bayberry overflows

Juice dyed him into a big face and made everyone laugh like a bow. Later, I handed the picked bayberries to my men one by one. We ate until our mouths were purple and our stomachs were swollen, and then we played to our heart's content.

It's been several years since this happened, but I seem to be right in front of me. In retrospect, what an interesting thing it is!

Narrative 4 of Picking Myrica rubra Now, it is the mature season of Myrica rubra, and a large number of vendors are selling along the street with baskets. The purple red bayberry is decorated with one or two green leaves, which is really attractive. In the evening, my mother's friend invited us to pick bayberry in Yangmeishan. I jumped up with cheers and pestered my mother to take me with me.

On Saturday morning, our group drove to Yangmeishan with great interest. Soon, we arrived at Yangmeilin on the mountain. I saw clusters of red agate-like bayberry covered with green leaves, which was very lovely.

I was carrying a small basket, and I couldn't wait to nod my head and pick up Yangmei. Myrica rubra is small, bright red, purple black red, the sweetest black purple, shining like a black pearl under the sunlight. I bit it with a swish, and the juice ran down my gums and onto my tongue. Ah! That's so sweet. My aunt, who went with me, said that the bayberry here can be eaten directly if it is picked from the tree without pesticides. So, one by one, straight into the mouth. After a while, the red bayberry juice dyed her hand red, stuck out her tongue and tried it. It's purple and purple, just like a child coming out. It's scary.

The darker the bayberry at the top of the tree, the sweeter it is. The uncles stepped on branches like monkeys and picked up bayberries. I am eager to try, too. I climbed up the branch and climbed into the air. Sure enough, I saw more black bayberry. I was as happy as a fairy, and I didn't think of it until I was almost full. God, I was so proud just now. I climbed higher and higher. Now look at the ground. How far away! My mother was anxious to tell me to be careful. I flapped my soft calf and carefully descended to the ground. My arm was scratched when I saw it. Alas! It's all Yangmei's fault.

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. It was not until people ran out of bullets that they carried baskets of bayberry home in triumph.