Picking up arbutus

Today, the weather is clear, the clouds are cloudless, and the sunshine is shining on the earth, making people feel very warm. After I got up with my grandfather and grandmother, I made a little repair, and I set foot on the journey of picking Yangmei. We are going to Mashan to pick up Yangmei.

Mashan is not only famous for its peaches and Lingshan Buddha, but also is famous for its world. Whenever the early summer comes, people from all over the world flock to the horses to pick up the bayberry. This year, I am one of them.

Along the way, we talked and laughed, and soon we arrived at Mashan. I got out of the car and went up the mountain.

There are so many bayberries on the mountain! Each piece of table-sized arbutus looks like a red pearl at a distance, and it looks like a starry sky, full of branches, and the branches are bent. I took a closer look and found that the surrounding trees were all red bayberry, and the bottom was all purple-red bayberry. I quickly called my grandfather and asked him to go to the top of the tree to pick sweet bayberry. I was willing to stay under the tree and help him to drop the red bayberry. After our fine cooperation, in the morning, we collected a total of 2 baskets of bayberry. In the afternoon, I thought: I should practice it myself and pick some Yangmei. So I took a wooden stick and went to the sweet bayberry on the top of the tree. After a while, I hit a small basket.

At two o'clock, we should go home, and I left reluctantly. On the way home, the lake wind blew, it was refreshing, the lake patted the reef on the shore, as if we were farewell.

Fifth grade: crystal dew