At the gate of the Agricultural Expo Park, stands a marble engraved with the words "XX Agricultural Expo Park". The students rushed to the gate in high spirits.
I bought tickets and went in, but fortunately there were no festivals. There are not many people today, only people walk in twos and threes. What you see is lush and green. "Haha, pick oranges." Chen Bing, my deskmate, shouted, picked up plastic baskets (used for picking in the Agricultural Expo) one by one and rushed to the orange orchard.
Rows of orange trees in the orange orchard are waiting for us like soldiers reviewing. Golden oranges, covered with branches, are lovely. We immediately started picking, and the orange trees were not tall, and almost all of them were within reach. But as soon as we picked a few, the staff came to stop us from moving. "Oranges can't do this! Well, look, "the staff said, picking oranges for us to see. "I saw her holding an orange gently in her left hand and a platycodon grandiflorum in her right hand. With a slight twist, the orange is in her hand. We can't help but marvel. It turns out that it is rude for us to pick oranges, and we basically pull them. She told us that it was best to pick oranges and cut them from the roots. We brought scissors and started picking again. Sure enough, I cut a basket quickly. You must have a knack for everything Doing it blindly will only do bad things.
It's almost noon and the sun is shining in the sky. We are all sweating and our hands are sore. Seeing the baskets of oranges we picked, we laughed again.
I picked oranges and sent them to the door. Everyone left a small part and left the Agricultural Expo Park. I can't write because I'm busy.