Yanqing Vineyard Composition 400 Words

Grape picking has always been one of the must-see items in summer vacation. This trip should have a different feeling than before, right? But when we got there, the grapes hung on the vines like pearls. As long as all the purple and cyan in the paint box will appear on the vine, you can't wait to get into the vineyard, and immediately pick one and put it in your mouth, which is sour and sweet. The sweetness of the heart and spleen makes people unable to get away.

At this moment, grandpa came over in high spirits and handed me a pair of scissors and a carton. I squatted under the vine with scissors and looked up. I could see a bunch of grapes. Like amethyst, like agate, like pearls, they are all so lovely. Won't you lose the beautiful scenery if you take it off? I'm struggling. Grandpa's words made me suddenly enlightened. Son, you have to pick it quickly. In a few days, some of these grapes will fall naturally, and some will dry up. I firmly picked up scissors to hold the bottom of the grapes with one hand and cut them off with the other. Watching the round grapes fall into my hands, I smiled happily. Grandpa smiled, too In fact, picking grapes like this is also an affirmation of grandpa's hard work. It will be sweeter in your mouth and sweeter in grandpa's heart.

Although my face is red with the sun, it is also a very happy thing to see the grapes on the vine harvested in the box and taken back to share the author's achievements with others!

Chapter 2: Picking grapes

On National Day, my family went to the vineyard to pick grapes.

The vineyard is located on Mangshan Mountain in the suburbs. Flowers and vegetables are planted on both sides of the road, like green carpets. The gentle wind brings the fragrance of the earth. In the blue sky, only a few white clouds are chasing and playing in the sky.

When I arrived at the vineyard, I couldn't wait to run in. The enthusiastic host greeted us. He put plates of crystal clear grapes on the stone table under the jujube tree for us to taste. I quickly picked one and put it in my mouth. It's so sweet that I can't get enough of it.

I came to the fragrant grape shed with baskets and scissors. I saw the grape trellis covered with green leaves, but I didn't see the grapes, but there were many white paper bags hanging under the stems. I opened the paper bag and looked, ah! There is a bunch of purple grapes hidden in it, like a shy little girl covering herself with a veil to prevent others from finding it. I gently hold the bag, pull it out, expose its stem, and then cut it open with scissors. With a click, a bunch of heavy grapes fell into my hand. Unconsciously, I cut a big basket and my heart was filled with the joy of success.

After picking the grapes, I'm leaving. This quiet and comfortable pastoral wind