Composition for pic bayberry

In real life or work and study, people often come into contact with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my composition of picking Yangmei, welcome to share.

Picking Myrica rubra Composition 1 Summer is the season to produce Myrica rubra, and it is also a good time to pick Myrica rubra. At this time, the sweetness and sourness of Yangmei are just right. /kloc-On the afternoon of June, 0/6, I was in my mother's office. Suddenly, the telephone rang in a hurry, and my mother reached out to answer the phone. It turned out that Aunt Ye Ying asked her mother to pick bayberries, and my ears stood on end. I heard a word that my mother said she would take me with her. I was so excited that I called my mother home at once. I was still so excited when I slept at night, and I didn't fall asleep for a long time. The next day, I got up early and woke up my mother. We finished breakfast quickly and went to the designated place to wait for the people who went with us.

About two hours later, the destination Changxing arrived. There are many arbutus trees there, with large and small arbutus hanging on the branches. With the breeze blowing and dancing, the red bayberry bent the branches, and I couldn't help saying, "How beautiful!" " The car stopped, so I jumped out and went under the Yangmei tree. Those arbutus were so tempting that I picked one and put it in my mouth. Tut tut, so sweet! It's really memorable. I can't wait to pick eight blue bayberries at once and take them home to enjoy them slowly. I rushed through the bayberry tree and put it in the basket when I saw something good. Just when I looked up to pick a big red bayberry, suddenly, a bayberry fell into my mouth, and then many bayberries fell into my basket, collar and pocket. It turns out that Yangmei is ripe, and it will fall off at the touch. No wonder there is a thick layer of red bayberry on the ground!

In a blink of an eye, an hour passed, and I also picked a full blue bayberry, which can be said to be full, more than my mother picked! At this time, I also had to say goodbye to Yangmei in the tree. I looked at Yangmeishu and left reluctantly. I really hope to come again next time!

It's summer vacation. Grandparents took my cousin and me to Yaoshan Taigong Taipo's house to pick waxberries. I've been thinking along the way: what is the arbutus tree like? How many arbutus can a tree bear? Unconsciously, we arrived at Yaoshan.

I quickly ate some litchi given by my grandmother and urged the adults to take me up the mountain. Wow, the road up the hill is really steep. The road is uneven and narrow. We have to queue up and walk carefully. In some particularly dangerous places, adults will even help me.

After a while, we came to a flat land. There are so many bayberry trees on the flat ground. I hurriedly asked grandpa which trees belonged to our family, and grandpa said they were all there. As soon as I heard this, I wandered around the bayberry tree with joy. I saw those big trees about two meters high. The bayberry on the tree is rotten, and some particularly red ones fall to the ground. That's a real pity. Grandpa told me that because there was too much rain this year, most of Yangmei was attacked by rain. Myrica rubra on the ground is inedible. I am so distressed!

The adults put up ladders, climbed trees and began to pick bayberry. Grandpa says black bayberry is the best. We children poked our heads out in the shade to see if there were any particularly short black bayberry. Take it off as soon as you find it. This is still a game to see who picks the most. Looking and searching, picking and picking, in a short time, our children picked a basket of bayberry, and my uncle picked the most and won the championship. I am the runner-up. We started playing hide-and-seek games. It was not until noon that grandma invited us to dinner that we reluctantly went down the mountain. The adults were all sweating and carrying arbutus baskets down the mountain. After lunch, we went home together.

Through this experience of picking bayberry, I finally know where the bayberry tree grows. What is the bayberry tree like? I also know that picking bayberry is hard and interesting.

The sun is burning today, and it hurts to shine on people. As the saying goes: sunshine every day, stepmother fist. I don't think this sentence is too much to use today.

Dad had a whim: go to Yangmei Mountain to pick Yangmei. Although we were afraid of the heat, we couldn't resist the temptation of Yangmei and set off.

Along the winding narrow path, I walked up the steep mountain road and finally climbed Yangmei Mountain. We are panting and sweating. Looking around, the lush bayberry trees are full of fruits and the branches are bent. However, the top of the Myrica rubra tree is all black, while the bottom of the tree is all small red Myrica rubra.

Picking began, and I first searched my target-a short and fruity Myrica rubra tree. Because my height is not dominant. Looking and looking, I finally found it. Soon, the big bayberry below was divided by three times five and I put it in the basket. But those black bayberries hanging on the branches, I can only flinch. However, my mother is as light as a monkey, hanging from a branch and reaching for those black bayberries. Because of her chubby body, her father also took a trick: shaking the branches hard, and suddenly, Yangmei began to rain. Raindrops pattered in the grass, along the road and in the ditch. I quickly took advantage of the fisherman's advantage and took the initiative to attack-grab Yangmei.

Soon, we all picked a basket full. At this time, we all became red-faced Guan Yu.

Picking bayberry is fun, but it is also very hard. Today, in the process of picking bayberry, I experienced the hardship of the farmer's uncle facing the loess and facing the sky.

Baby, get up, let's pick bayberry! Yeah! I rolled up, got dressed as soon as possible, and rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Let's go! We laughed and laughed all the way. In a short time, he entered the boundary of Hexi town. Looking around, the sky is exceptionally blue, the mountains are exceptionally high, the fields are exceptionally green, and the air is exceptionally fresh. At the foot of Yangmei Mountain, I can't wait to run to the mountain.

Wow, there are many bayberry trees! Dad, mom, come on. I picked up my basket and went straight to Yangmeishu. Wow, there are so many Yangmei! Seeing the bright red bayberry, I took it off as soon as I reached out and threw it into the basket. The big, red and purple bayberry is sweeter. Mother said after catching up, she should pick it gently and put it in the basket slowly. Why? If you don't believe me, try. I found a Myrica rubra tree covered with purple Myrica rubra, but it was too high for me to reach. What should I do? I rolled my eyes and came up with a good idea: riding on my father's neck. I pulled down the branches first, and then reached out to pick them. Sure enough, when I gently picked the bayberry, the mature bayberry next to me no longer fell like raindrops, and the red and purple bayberry was really not so sour. Mom, I'm bleeding. I shouted with a smile. Never mind, mom said with a smile, that's not your blood, it's bayberry juice. Haha, I'm not fooling you! After a while, my mother and I picked half a basket of bayberry. Look at dad again. His mouth is red and his basket is empty. Dad picked all the bayberries in his stomach.

Finally, we returned home with a full load. What a happy day!

On Sunday afternoon, it was sunny. Uncle, grandma took my brother and me to pick bayberry. We sat in the car talking and laughing. Half an hour later, we drove down the hill. We also enjoyed the beautiful scenery all the way and asked my uncle when he would arrive. My uncle said, "I'll be there soon."

When I got off the bus, I saw a large area of Myrica rubra, covered with purple Myrica rubra. Excited, I wanted to climb a tree, but my uncle stopped me at once. My uncle said, "It's too dangerous for children to climb so high." My brother and I stood obediently by the tree, eating bayberry picked by my uncle and grandmother, and put one in my mouth, which was sour and sweet. It's delicious. Uncle, they move so fast. After a while, the basket was full of bayberry. I said happily, "Uncle, we had a bumper harvest today!" " "

Soon it was 4: 30 in the afternoon, and we went home happily with today's results. At home, we ate our own bayberry together, and our hearts were full of joy. This is the first time I have picked bayberry by myself, and I will pick it with my uncle next year.

It's already June, and Yangmei is the most charming. It's unforgettable to think of that sweet and sour taste.

Today, my team of reporters led by Aunt Bing and I set off for Chashan, the destination of picking bayberry. I saw red and delicate arbutus hanging on one arbutus tree after another, and the purple and sparkling arbutus were very attractive against the green leaves. A breeze blew, and Yangmei swayed with the wind, as if waving to me. I looked at Myrica rubra with red and purple branches and looked around. I'm afraid someone will come and take it away. I danced several times to pick Yangmei, all because of Liang Shanbo's strategist-Wu Yong. I have tried everything, but I still can't reach it. I gave up. I looked at Zi Han. He cut his finger on the sharp grass. But he kept picking, because it didn't cost money to eat Yangmei here, so a Yangmei was swallowed like a desperate Saburo. You see, even adults are naughty. Aunt "sou-sou-"jumped on the tree, "wow-wow-"Yangmei dropped a sieve-like bean. We gulped down bayberry. Sour and sweet, delicious.

After picking bayberry, we also went to the picturesque Dragon Ridge. The sun shines on my face. Our songs and laughter echoed in Chashan, so happy. ...

After the Dragon Boat Festival, Yangmei was covered with branches again. My father and I went up the mountain to pick bayberry.

We prepared baskets, ropes and other tools and rushed to Yangmeilin excitedly. Yang Meilin is on the hillside. Along the way, birds sang for us in the trees, butterflies seemed to dance for us, and weeds grew tall, as if they were competing with me. Some weeds are very polite and always stand in my way, as if to say to me, "Stay with me?" Play with me? "

After a while, we came to the tree and began to pick bayberry. First of all, we tied the rope and tied one end of the basket around dad's waist. Dad climbed up the tree, rode on it, lifted the basket again, and began to pick the biggest and blackest bayberry and put it in the basket, sending it to his mouth from time to time. We looked up at the bayberry under the tree, but we couldn't reach it. We were so anxious that we swallowed, but dad seemed to be greedy for us on purpose. After a while, the basket was full, and he gently put it on the ground with a rope. I quickly went up and picked a few and sent them to my mouth. Wow! What a sweet waxberry! Mother brought some weeds and covered them with bayberry. Dad was going to pick a basket, but there was a muffled thunder rolling from the horizon. The sudden heavy rain spoiled our happy mood. The three of us became three "soaked chickens". I quickly said to my father in the tree, "Come down quickly, or I will be struck by lightning." Dad hurried down from the tree, so we had to go down in the rain.

Although the heavy rain came at a bad time today, the basket of sweet and sour bayberry still made me happy for several days.

On Saturday morning, the red sun shone on the earth and filled it with songs and laughter. My mother and I used this beautiful day to pick bayberry on the mountain.

Mother picked up the basket to pick bayberry. My mother and I talked and laughed all the way, and the red sun shone on me and my mother, making my mother's face sweat like rain.

After a while, we arrived at the mountain, and my mother and I found a tall Myrica rubra tree, like a sentry on the grassland. When we came to the bayberry tree, my mother and I began to pick bayberry.

That red bayberry is big and red, like table tennis. I saw Yangmei and couldn't help thinking, ah! How sweet!

My mother and I climbed the tree, picked red and black bayberries and put them in the basket. Slowly, there are more and more Yangmei in the basket, and the basket is getting heavier and heavier.

When I picked it with my mother, there were several aunts beside me. After a while, there are many bayberry in the basket. My sweat dripped involuntarily. My mother saw that I was so tired, so she said to me, "Wang Huiying, sit down and rest. Hang in there. We will go down the mountain in a minute."

I waited for a while, and then I went down the mountain with my mother.

Picking bayberry today has made me gain a lot. I not only got a lot of big and red bayberries, but also learned how tired my parents were climbing mountains every day when I was a child!

Picking Yangmei Composition 9 Just after the summer vacation, my father and I went to Sanqi City, Yuyao, the sacred place of Yangmei, which we have been longing for for for a long time. I prepared food such as water and biscuits, and we drove straight to Yuyao Sanqi City.

On the way, a yellow flower stood in front of me and I cried, "How beautiful!" " "At the destination, there is actually a charge. Dad said, "Go to Sanqi City", there is no charge. "Sanqicheng" Yangmei is so famous that it doesn't even have to collect tolls.

On Yangmei Mountain, there is no path, only one bamboo stands, and I hold the bamboo up step by step. Suddenly I saw an attractive red bayberry hanging on a red bayberry tree. I reached out and picked one and stuffed it into my mouth. Very sweet. I walked on and saw more bayberry trees. I quickly brought a basket and put them away one by one. Because I didn't have time to eat, I chose more for my mother at home.

Picking bayberry is really interesting. I will come to Sanqi City to pick bayberry next year!

I like to eat red bayberry. Although it is a little sour, it is red and bright, which makes people have an appetite, so we like it.

This weekend, my sister and I went to my aunt's house. When I came to my aunt's house, I saw bayberry trees on the hill opposite my aunt's house covered with small lanterns. My sister and I couldn't wait to get the tools. When I came to the tree, I picked a ripe Myrica rubra and put it in my mouth and tasted it. Suddenly, a sweet smell filled my taste buds. I feel that Yangmei is really delicious! My sister ate it and praised my aunt's Yangmei. We set off at once. I grabbed the thick trunk and climbed up. My sister handed me a long bamboo pole from under the tree. I knocked on the trunk carefully with a bamboo pole, so that the mature bayberry fell to the ground under the vibration. Suddenly it began to rain, and my sister shouted under the tree. It turned out that a bayberry fell and hit her, which scared her to run away. After a while, we shook off a lot of arbutus. I thought of leaving some for my aunt, so I came down to pick up arbutus on the ground with my sister.

When we got home, we quickly washed Yangmei and wolfed it down. I don't know that we ate a lot. When we started eating, we gradually felt that Yangmei was sweet, and gradually it was sour.

Pick bayberry composition 1 1 Lin' an, the name of a county; Lin' an mountain area, a place surrounded by mountains; The scenery in the mountainous area of Lin 'an can't be described in words.

We took a car and meandered along the winding and rugged mountain road, enjoying the scenery on both sides. From time to time, several foreign buses are shuttling.

Looking around, the trees are lush, making people seem to have entered the green ocean; The mountains are towering, as if fighting; The sky is so clear that even the sea can't compare with him

We are all intoxicated by it. Unconsciously, lost in the mountain road. It was a long time before I came to my senses and got the car back on the right path.

Eating a little side dish in the farmhouse and enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window is like being in a fairyland.

Walking in the mountains, I saw a few boys playing in the clear pool not far away, while girls were laughing on the shore.

Having a rest in my room, it's raining cats and dogs outside. I can't help but want to record this wonderful moment with my camera. On the way back, the rain in the mountains was still tireless, but as soon as I got out of the mountains and entered the county seat, I couldn't help it.

The sun is shining. It is really "sunrise in the east and rain in the west!"

You can't appreciate the scenery in Lin 'an mountain area, and its charm is waiting for everyone to discover.

If you are free, come and listen to my interesting summer vacation now!

On a sunny day, my mother and I came to my aunt's house at the foot of the mountain. My aunt's house is in the corner of the mountain. Their family grows bayberry.

My mother and aunt took me to the mountain. I was dumbfounded by the endless bayberry trees. Just as I was enjoying myself, I saw my aunt climb the Yangmei tree and suddenly there were baskets hanging around her waist. I read it with envy and even said, "I want to play, too." Mother carried me up the tree. When I walked to the tree, I looked back. It makes me sweat at that height. I quickly hugged the tree, but my feet were still shaking. I was so scared that I burst into tears. My mother encouraged me to say, "Come on, baby! As long as you pick a bayberry, you are the best! " With the encouragement of my mother, I suddenly have a kind of strength and courage from my feet to my forehead. I gradually let go of one hand and reached for the nearest Yangmei. "I picked it," I shouted happily.

My mother took me down from the tree and asked me to show her arbutus. I am a board player. Yang Meili has only meat and stones left. The juice flowed from my palm to the ground. I looked at it and said, "How did this happen?" Mom smiled and said, "Your hands are too tight, and Yangmei has been squashed by you." I also burst out laughing.

Anyway, I picked bayberry anyway. I didn't come for nothing this time. After this period of time, I must cherish the fruit, because it is so difficult to pick the fruit, and it must be more difficult to plant fruit trees.

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!"

On the day of picking bayberry composition 14, I went to see Dongqian Lake, which is surrounded by mountains, lush trees, flowers in full bloom, birds singing and flowers smelling, which is called spring scenery in the world.

Early in the morning, I got up happily and got on the bus. In a short time, I arrived at Dongqian Lake. We walked on a muddy country road, talking and laughing, and soon reached the lake. Looking around, red bayberry, like a ruby, exudes fragrance in the breeze, which really looks like a dream world. Because Yangmei was on the branch, I climbed the tree and picked many big Yangmei. At this moment, I saw an uncle whose basket was full of red and black bayberry. I thought, is this red and black bayberry delicious? So I went up to ask my uncle, and my uncle told me that this is a ripe red bayberry, which tastes very sweet. I tasted some, really. So, I picked a lot from the tree and hummed a little song! Our laughter spread all over the mountain area.

At noon, we returned home loaded with bayberry. Although I am very tired today, I feel infinite happiness in Yang Meilin.

Picking Yangmei Composition 15 Today, my uncle and aunt went to the mountain to pick Yangmei.

There are many bayberry trees in the bayberry forest. They are very cute. Some bayberry hide in the leaves, like a shy little girl; Some Yangmei sticks out her head generously, as if she didn't know that she was too generous and would be killed; Some red bayberries are not yet mature and are turquoise. ...

Picking bayberry began. We have too many cooks and are very busy. Mom picked a waxberry when she saw it, no matter whether it was good or bad, whether it was raw or cooked; Uncle climbed the tree, picked a big round waxberry and smiled.

I carefully observed the Yangmei tree and found that Yangmei was very good. Although it is not much, every Myrica rubra I picked is especially sweet and purple.

Suddenly, it rained. The neighbor's sister and her mother haven't picked bayberry yet. Neighbors decided to pick bayberry in the rain.

She was picking bayberries under that tree with a basket, when she suddenly let out a cry. "Rongrong, there are so many Yangmei here!" As soon as I heard this, my aunt and I rushed to pick bayberry.

Ah, there are so many arbutus here! I picked a big basket at once.

Today, I am so happy!