Picking persimmon

On Sunday morning, the weather was fine and the sun was shining. My mom and dad went to the park to pick the persimmons. As soon as I walked into the park, I saw the red persimmon hanging on the branch. I happily ran under the persimmon tree and climbed the tree like a monkey. I didn't expect to fall down without a few steps. I didn't feel discouraged, and I started to climb again, and the result failed again. I think, since this method can't work, then I will change the way, so I used the butt to go to the tree, the persimmon still didn't fall down, but it hurt my little butt. Dad smiled and said to me: "Children, or I will help you pick it!" I saw my father find a long branch from the ground, and then a hook on the tree, the persimmon fell. Dad said: "How about, I am not terrible!" I said to my mother in unison: "Great!"

Our family is eating soft persimmons, and a happy smile has always been on the face.

Third grade: a bird that is eager to fly