Picking dates

I came home from school today and my sister went to pick the date. I took off my shoes, climbed the tree carefully, sat down on a safer tree, and my sister followed. However, the dates that are easy to pick are few, and the dates near the top of the tree are large, red and many. This again attracted my pouting, let me climb up desperately, I picked, my sister is responsible for handing me the bag of jujube, and then get home. In this way, the date of the bag is placed at home, I should also enjoy it, but when I want to go down, my feet are soft--too high, I dare not look down, I dare not go down. I was crying when I was afraid, my sister had to call my father. Although I was shocked at the time, I still had the troubles of the future. I didn’t let me fear it when I was killed. It felt more interesting.

Fifth grade: Liang Meng