On October 6th, a chestnut picking activity was held in Chestnut Villa to pick up the composition of chestnut pupils. Grandma and I got the news and rushed there.
When I arrived at Chestnut Villa, I looked up. Wow, there are so many trees. They are green and lush. It's a green ocean! We walked to chestnut forest with baskets in our hands. There are chestnuts full of thorns everywhere here: some reveal their bellies and reveal the brown chestnuts inside; Some are wrapped in thorns and waiting for us to open them.
hey, a little hedgehog! I ran happily to pick up the chestnut hiding in the bushes. "alas!" I let out a cry and immediately retracted my hand. I saw a small yellow thorn on the index finger of my left hand.
"Hey, you are quite able to protect yourself!" I pulled out the thorn, determined to conquer this stubborn "little hedgehog", so I learned how my father opened a "hedgehog's belly", carefully stepped on half with his left foot and the other half with his right foot, and broke away hard. Pupils wrote "Picking Chestnut Pupils' Composition". "pa!" "Little Hedgehog" was divided into two halves, and a "triplet" jumped out of it.
The triplets are dressed in a brown coat and have a few hairs on their heads, just like chubby children. I was so happy that I put these "hedgehog babies" in the basket and continued to search.
2. Junior high school students' 5-word composition
Today is Friday, October 7, 211, the last day of the National Day holiday.
Dad said to take me out to have a good time, so we decided to pick chestnuts. We brought enough water and chestnuts, and when the preparations were done, we set off.
I watched the scene of a bumper harvest in the field outside the window all the way, thinking that we will enjoy the joy of bumper harvest in a moment. My heart has already flown to the chestnut garden, urging my father to drive quickly, and I can't wait. Dad quickened his pace, and soon we arrived at the chestnut garden.
as soon as the bus stopped, I jumped out. Wow, what a big chestnut garden! Chestnut trees are everywhere. There are many "little hedgehogs" under the tree. This is the nest of chestnuts.
When I take a closer look, the "Little Hedgehog" is all empty. My father told me that the baby chestnuts in the "Little Hedgehog" have already been taken away by the hardworking farmer uncle, and only the farmer uncle will leak them under the tree, which is our goal. So we looked for chestnuts separately.
In a short time, Mom and Dad picked up many chestnuts, but I didn't find any. This is no good. I learned from Mom and Dad and used branches to look for chestnuts among the fallen leaves. When I found the first chestnut, I jumped up happily and shouted loudly, "mom, I found a big and bright chestnut!" Come and see! " My mother also encouraged me happily, and I found it more energetic.
after a while, my small pocket bulged. How time flies! Before we know it, it's time for lunch. We are carrying heavy chestnuts and full of joy of harvest, and we are on our way home.
through picking chestnuts this time, I also understand a truth, that is, learning should be as careful as picking chestnuts, so that every little makes a mickle. 3. Add a detailed composition about picking chestnuts < P > The National Day holiday, I went to my grandmother's house as a guest.
The next morning, my brother and I were playing with toys in the living room. My father came up to us and said, "We're going to pick chestnuts on the mountain. Are you two going?" My brother and I jumped up happily and said, "Yes, yes, we are going too!" " We got on the motorcycle and quickly came to the foot of the mountain. Run quickly to a large chestnut tree.
wow! Chestnuts, large and small, and many prickly chestnut shells are scattered under the chestnut tree. We are divided into two teams, my brother and I form a villain team, and my father and my second aunt form an adult team to start the game. Although I followed my father, I also found a lot of chestnuts. My brother's eyes were bright, too, and he found chestnuts hiding in Mao Mao's thorn. When he crushed them with his foot, two big brown chestnuts rolled out immediately. It's a pity that he was stabbed in the foot and cried out in pain. His mother told him, "Be careful not to touch the chestnuts in Mao Mao's thorns.". We picked up all the chestnuts in the ground, and my father told us to stay away. I saw him shake the chestnut tree hard, and many chestnuts fell from the tree. My brother and I rushed to pick them up. After a while, we found that there were many chestnuts in the bag. Dad said, "It's almost time for us to go home." I said, "the game is over, let's see who has more!" " As a result, the little people won!
We went home happily with the fruits of victory! 4. Picking up a chestnut composition for the first time
I believe that everyone has tasted the sweet and soft chestnut.
But have you ever picked chestnuts? I picked chestnuts when I went to my grandfather's house on National Day. Standing on the road opposite the grandfather's village, I looked up at the mountain. Chestnut trees were everywhere, and chestnut soldiers in armor hung on the trees. They looked awesome.
When I climbed the mountain, I found chestnuts, large and small, all over the ground. Even there were many shapes, some of which were round, like a fat doll full of food. Some are flat and round, like a fragrant steamed bun ... The chestnuts on the mountain never seem to be picked up. As long as the wind blows, chestnuts will fall from the trees from time to time. Suddenly, I found two big and full chestnuts, but they were still hiding in Shimada Hanzo's thick armor.
I had no choice but to ask my mother for help. My mother said, "First, put your foot on one side of the chestnut shell, and then find a small wooden stick to pry it hard, and the chestnut will come out." Sure enough, I did as my mother said, and the two timid chestnut soldiers obediently took off their thick armor.
once, I was bending down to pick up chestnuts, and a gust of wind blew, and two oversized examples fell right in front of my eyes. What a coincidence! In the evening, eating the "trophy" of my own hard work feels sweeter and more delicious than that chestnut. 5. Junior high school students' 5-word composition
Today is Friday, October 7, 211, the last day of the National Day holiday.
Dad said to take me out to have a good time, so we decided to pick chestnuts. We brought enough water and chestnuts, and when the preparations were done, we set off.
I watched the scene of a bumper harvest in the field outside the window all the way, thinking that we will enjoy the joy of bumper harvest in a moment. My heart has already flown to the chestnut garden, urging my father to drive quickly, and I can't wait. Dad quickened his pace, and soon we arrived at the chestnut garden. As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out of the car. Wow, what a big chestnut garden! Chestnut trees are everywhere. There are many "little hedgehogs" under the tree. This is the nest of chestnuts. I took a closer look, and the "Little Hedgehog" was all empty. My father told me that the baby chestnuts in the "Little Hedgehog" had already been taken away by the industrious farmer uncle, and only the farmer uncle leaked under the tree, which was our goal. So we looked for chestnuts separately. After a while, my parents picked up a lot of chestnuts, but I didn't find any. This can't be done. I learned from my parents and used branches to find chestnuts among the fallen leaves. When I found the first chestnut, I jumped up happily and shouted loudly, "mom, I found a big and bright chestnut!" Come and see! " My mother also encouraged me happily, and I found it more energetic. After a while, my small pocket bulged.
How time flies! Before we know it, it's time for lunch. We are carrying heavy chestnuts and full of harvest joy, and we are on our way home.
through picking chestnuts this time, I also understand a truth, that is, learning should be as careful as picking chestnuts, so that every little makes a mickle. 6. composition of picking up chestnuts with friends
autumn and October are the best time to pick up chestnuts.
Today is the second day of the National Day holiday. There are filar silk and white clouds floating in the blue sky. My friends and I happily went to the back hill to pick up chestnuts under the warm call of Father Sun. We waded through the stream, crossed the ditch and walked through the narrow ridge road. I don't know how long it took, but it was almost there. I saw the trees covered with "small thorn balls" in the distance, like a group of cute hedgehogs.
Some "small thorn balls" have swollen their bellies, revealing brown chestnuts. A breeze blew, and chestnuts jumped out of the swollen belly and fell to the ground with the wind.
I ran excitedly and looked for chestnuts carefully. Because this is my first time picking chestnuts, I have no experience, so I am always stabbed, and I can't pick up any of them, and it hurts me to scream.
Looking up at my friend, she gently stepped on the chestnut with her foot, and the chestnut came out obediently. I also learned to be a friend and finally picked up three big chestnuts.
I was so happy that I quickly showed it off to my friends. I succeeded for the first time, and my confidence increased greatly. I kept looking and found many chestnuts.
I was forgetting to pick it up when my friend shouted at me, "Go to the side!" " Looking up, I saw my friend holding a very long and thin wooden stick, knocking and hitting at the target, as if he was very disgusted with these "little hedgehogs". With a bang of a stick, the "small thorn ball" was hit, and it couldn't help but hurt. One by one, it fell down and hid in the grass, catching up with us.
This can't escape my eyes. I picked them up and put them in the basket. How time flies! The sun is setting. We went home with a basket full of chestnuts.
this is really a happy day. 7. picking chestnuts
it was a happy Sunday, and my grandmother took me to my hometown in the country to collect chestnuts. I was very happy.
Grandma and I went to our hometown in the countryside and asked a big brother to help us pick chestnuts. We pushed the flatbed car with knives, bags and tongs and came to the chestnut tree.
I saw the trees covered with yellow chestnuts, so heavy that the branches bent down. Grandma first cut the weeds under the tree with a knife to make it easy to pick up the chestnuts when they were knocked down. Then, my big brother climbed up the tree like a monkey. Grandma handed him a bamboo pole and asked him to knock down the chestnuts one by one. I saw those chestnuts were like fairy balls and covered with thorns.
Grandma picked up chestnuts one by one with tongs and put them in the bag. I feel strange: "Why are chestnuts full of thorns?" Grandma told me: "The chestnuts we eat are the core of the chestnut bag. As long as we take the chestnut bag home and leave it for a few days, the chestnut bag will become soft and crack, so it is easy to take out the chestnuts."
Grandma's chestnuts had a bumper harvest this year. We picked six bags. My big brother and I pushed them with our car and went home happily. 8. Picking up chestnuts (unlimited words)
In the afternoon, my grandparents and I went climbing. When we got to the mountain, we saw the maple leaves dyed red by the autumn wind and sandwiched in the green forest, which seemed to be an oil painting. I thought of the poem in "Mountain Walk": Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
along the way, we saw many people crouching under the tree to pick chestnuts, so we decided to take a jungle adventure-picking chestnuts. Finally, I found two tall chestnut trees covered with heavy chestnuts, which bent the branches. The chestnuts in autumn are ripe, so I open my mouth with joy. When the autumn wind blows, chestnuts can't wait to jump to the ground, revealing full fruits to people. The ground was covered with a thick chestnut shell. Some chestnuts jumped out of the shell directly, while others were wrapped in the shell shyly. Chestnut in armor is like a commanding general. I bombarded them indiscriminately, and General Chestnut immediately took off his thick armor and surrendered.
Everything comes to him who waits. After a busy afternoon, we harvested a heavy bag of chestnuts. 9. a diary to help my mother pick up chestnuts
I've eaten chestnuts before, and I think it tastes great.
Because the chestnuts I ate before were either bought or given by others, I didn't know the hardships, and then I realized that "you can be a master only if you eat bitter." When I got up early this morning, my grandfather called and said that my mother and I would help him pick up chestnuts so as not to be picked up by others, so we came to my grandfather's house by bike.
When I got to the mountain, my grandfather took a ladder and put it under the tree. He climbed up the ladder and then climbed up the tree. The tree was very high, and I found it very scary. So he tied himself to the tree with a rope, of course, for safety, and then he knocked on the chestnut shell of the chestnut tree with a stick. We hid far away and went to the grass to look for it seriously.
Grandpa smashed chestnuts on the tree, and chestnuts flew to us "without fear". We were really caught off guard and dazzled, but fortunately, General Chestnut didn't hurt us. We turned and came to another clearing.
like adventurers, we shuttle through this dangerous forest and get hurt if we are not careful. I didn't know how to look for chestnuts at first, but wait for a while stood there stupidly. In the end, I learned to lower my head and bend down to look for chestnuts with thorns. We used tongs to clamp chestnuts because we were afraid of stabbing our hands.
However, I was caught in the middle of the clip when my aunt said, "Ouch!" My mother and I hurried. It turned out that my aunt was stung by chestnut falling from the top. We asked her if it was okay, but she said that we would start such dangerous activities again. But I think I am very happy to help my grandfather share some farm work like this, because he did all this for my brother and me. He said that if he didn't grow anything to eat, he would buy it, but the food he bought was pesticide-resistant. I always understand his good intentions.
At last, we finally picked up the chestnuts in our field. Although I was itchy from mosquito bites, I was full of sweat and my back ached, but everything was worth it. Everything was perfect. Grandpa gave some chestnuts to my mother and me to take home. When we went home, we chopped them into "*" shapes and cooked them. When we ate them, our hearts were as sweet as honey, because my mother and I picked them up by ourselves.