It is absolutely accidental to say that I love strawberries. Before, my mother bought a big basket of strawberries for my sister and me to taste this tender and delicious strawberry. I have never eaten strawberries. Looking at these red strawberries, I look more and more like a little girl in a short skirt. It really makes people "drool down three thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." Ah! I couldn't wait to pick up one and bite it. Bah, how sour! Is this for people? I almost cried! Look at my sister again, I'm afraid others will rob her! A lot of fragrant strawberries soon entered her stomach! But I still have no appetite, so I have to stand helplessly. My mother read my mind and saw that I "don't eat the hard way." Then "volcano erupts", just to let me savor it.
Alas, my mother had a hard time, so I had to bite the bullet and launch an "attack" on strawberries! I picked up one, reluctantly put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly. Completely unexpected! I actually feel that he is getting sweeter and sweeter, with a little sour taste in it! Quiet and elegant juice flows into your heart, which is particularly refreshing and makes you want to eat!
Strawberries are not only delicious, but also mature early, which is a rare "beauty fruit"! So my "360-degree change" ranks first in my fruit list!
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2. I love pears in my hometown and imitate the ingredients of bayberry in my hometown. My hometown is in Jiangnan, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.
The drizzle is like silk. Myrica rubra greedily sucks the dew of spring. They spread evergreen branches all year round, and the long and narrow leaves laugh in the rain and fog.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, bayberry trees are covered with bayberries.
Myrica rubra is round and as big as longan. It's full of thorns. When Myrica rubra grows to maturity, the thorns gradually soften and flatten. Pick one and put it in your mouth. The tip of the tongue touches the smooth thorns of bayberry, which makes people feel delicate and soft.
Myrica rubra is light red first, then dark red, and finally almost black. It won't really turn black, because it's too red, so it looks like black. You can see its bright red tender flesh by gently biting it open. Your lips and tongue are stained with bright red juice at the same time. It feels great!
The unripe bayberry is sour and sweet, while the ripe bayberry is sweet and delicious, which makes people love it more and more. When I was very young, I once ate bayberry. Because I ate too much, my teeth were sore and I couldn't even bite tofu. Only then did I know that Yangmei can't eat too much. Because bayberry tastes sweet, it can still be sour, because it is too sweet, and I don't feel sour when I eat it. Eat it after eating it.
I love my hometown, and I love Yangmei in my hometown even more!
This composition is written in imitation of Yangmei in my hometown. I like chestnuts in my hometown. My hometown is in Ryan. Around the Dragon Boat Festival every year, it is the harvest season of Myrica rubra. Yangmei in my hometown is sweet and sour, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.
Yangmei likes to grow in places with high mountains and deep valleys. Every year in May and June, when we are in Yang Meihong, our family will go to a high-rise building to pick Yang Meihong. Although Yangmei is rich, there are vendors calling Yangmei in the streets and alleys, but my father always says that the Yangmei he picked is more delicious. There are two kinds of bayberry: red bayberry and black bayberry. Yangmei is small and red, but it tastes sweet and sour. Black bayberry is famous for its big black juice, which is most suitable for quenching thirst. Dongkui bayberry in my hometown is a very famous black bayberry variety. Dongkui Myrica rubra, on the other hand, matures late, and it is always late when other Myrica rubra stop production, so when other Myrica rubra flood the market, people expect its delicacy more.
This year's Yangmei Festival, tall buildings arrived as scheduled. Myrica rubra is tall and leafy. After the rainy season, Myrica rubra babies suck the dew of the whole spring and grow into crystal clear red pearls. Some are covered by branches and leaves, and some show their little heads, as if to signal people to pick them. Yangmei is very tall, so the task of picking Yangmei falls on dad. Dad picked the bayberry, and mom was responsible for catching it. As for me, I hide under the bayberry tree to enjoy the cool, and occasionally steal a few. There may be bugs in the just-picked bayberry, but my father says the bugs in the bayberry are edible, but my mother always takes them home to soak in salt water before eating. For me, if I don't see this bug, I will disappear. I picked up a big bayberry and stuffed it into my mouth. Every thorn slides over and feels around in my mouth and tongue, making people feel delicate and soft. Bite down gently, sweet and sour juice overflows, swallowing the throat, refreshing. It's really hard to forget the taste of sweetness in acid and sweetness in sweetness!
We picked bayberry, came home with rich fruits and tasted it slowly. If we can't finish it, we can freeze it in the freezer of the refrigerator. Dad likes drinking. He always puts some bayberry outside and soaks it in wine. He said that drinking this wine can make it cooler in summer. Myrica rubra doesn't keep fresh for a long time and usually goes bad in a day or two. My mother dried some dried Myrica rubra and made it into dried Myrica rubra honey.
4. I love roses in my hometown (imitation of "I love bayberry in my hometown"). I love Yangmei in my hometown. My hometown is in Jiangnan, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.
The drizzle is like silk, and the bayberry tree greedily sucks the dew in spring. They are spreading evergreen branches, and the long and narrow leaves are laughing in the rain and fog.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, bayberry trees are covered with bayberries. Myrica rubra is round, as big as longan, and covered with small thorns.
When bayberry grows mature, the thorns become soft and flat. Pick one and put it in your mouth. The tip of the tongue touches the smooth thorns of bayberry, which makes people feel delicate and soft.
Myrica rubra is reddish at first, then dark red, and finally almost black. It won't really turn black, because it's too red, so it looks like black.
Gently bite open, you can see bright red tender pulp, and your lips and tongue are covered with bright red juice at the same time. The unripe bayberry is sour and sweet. It is sweet and delicious when cooked, which makes people love it more and more.
I once ate bayberry when I was a child. After eating too much, I found that my teeth were sour and soft, and I couldn't even bite the tofu. I just know that bayberry is ripe, but it still tastes sour, because it is too sweet, so it doesn't feel sour.
Yangmei didn't feel toothache until she ate something else when she was full. My hometown is in Jiangnan, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.
Imitation: I love peaches in my hometown. My hometown is Majiang, and I love peaches in my hometown. The drizzle is like silk, and the peach tree greedily sucks the dew of spring.
Peach blossoms are in bloom, pink, white and crimson. These flowers are really interesting: some are basking in the sun, others are blocked by leaves, like shy little girls.
Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, peach trees were covered with peaches the size of cherries. They are covered with fluff, just like "hedgehogs", so the locals call them Maotao. As soon as June and July arrive, the blue peaches will be ripe.
Peaches are blue first, then white with a little red, and finally a little red at the top and white at the bottom. You gently bite it open, white pulp and faint fragrance float out, and juice flows into your mouth, which is sweet and crisp, making you love it more and more.
Peaches are hard to eat when they are not ripe, but sweet and fragrant when they are ripe. I remember when I was a child, I ate peaches without washing and peeling them. As a result, their fur made my mouth itch and hurt.
All I know is that if I don't wash the peaches off, they will stick to the corners of my mouth, and it will hurt if I accidentally touch the corners of my mouth with my hand. I love my hometown, especially the peaches.
First of all, read and copy: beautiful pictures, golden lanterns, red cheeks, golden waves, burning torches, industrious people, steep mountains, high peaks, golden roosters, kind smiles, satisfied smiles, firm handshake, stable manipulation, happy nods, careful observation, friendly conversations, smooth handshake through excited singing, beautiful days, red flags, white pigeons, happy music, wide squares, beautiful cities, happy oceans, happy tears and happy people. White cotton 1/ slender gourds and vines, cute little gourds, big and red dates, healthy body, cold north wind, delicious grains, envious eyes, beloved skirts, distant places, fiery red sun, fluffy feathers, cute birds, smart birds, green saplings, white waves and long ripples, beautiful scenery and expectant eyes. A lot of knowledge about rocks, wide and long asphalt roads, amiable appearance, endless rice fields, big mouth to eat, eager to climb, talking to myself.
I love my hometown soybean. I love my hometown Yangmei. My hometown, although there are no majestic peaks like Mount Tai or maple leaves like Xiangshan, is picturesque in four seasons, and anyone will be amazed when they see it.
When Chun Yan sings, the scenery of this mountain is the most charming.
Don't believe me, look! The red, white, blue, yellow and nameless wild flowers will dazzle you and make you feel at a loss. Crowds of bees are flying around among the flowers, busy collecting honey, flowers are flapping their wings and dancing, and clever birds are singing in the branches, bringing infinite vitality to this silent mountain village.
And the grass that is not noticed, crowded together. You hold me and push me around like a soft carpet on a hillside. It is comfortable to lie on it, and then have a good dream. How beautiful! When Xia Chan sang, the ground was covered with wax gourd. Look, that thick bamboo is covered with green skin. They have different shapes.
At this time, I saw the farmers' uncles and aunts were busy cutting wax gourd, bending down to peel off the leaves with their hands. Wow! What a big wax gourd! When farmers saw it, they grabbed it with their hands and cut it off with scissors.
Beautiful, big and green, you must gain a lot. They cut one after another and cut all the scissors.
The autumn wind blows, and the scenery of this field is more charming. Especially the field where seedlings are planted, you can see it far away from her, as if it were covered with a golden carpet.
One by one, the seedlings were covered with rice, and their ears drooped. It was beautiful! When the winter breeze is whistling, the mountain is very quiet and there are no people everywhere. All kinds of animals hide in their nests, and people stay indoors to keep warm. The world is boundless, so quiet! Beautiful Hometown This autumn, my parents took me to my hometown to play. On this day, the sky is high in You Lan.
In this high blue sky, there is a trace of white clouds, and flocks of geese fly south, one in a line and the other in a line. Unconsciously, I walked to grandpa's house.
The charming scenery of my hometown unfolded before my eyes. There is a green orchard in front of grandpa's house.
The big grape trellis is covered with strings of purple grapes, which are green in purple and bright in green, just like big, round and beautiful pearls, sparkling and watery. Red oranges, in groups of five, in groups of three, head to head, face to face, as if whispering, "Welcome back, young master!" " We thought you forgot about us! "I smiled and shook my head again and again and said," No, how could I forget you! " "The most coveted is the golden pear in Huang Chengcheng.
The skin is thin and juicy, which makes people fondle it! The big, round and heavy red apple bent the branches and kept nodding to me in the breeze. There is a river beside the orchard.
The river is cool to the bottom, and several small fish are playing in the river, which is very cute. There are maple trees on both sides of the river. How red they are! Like a fire.
Fallen leaves fall with the wind. But the pine trees by the river are still so tall and straight and so green.
The clear river reflects red leaves and green trees. How beautiful! There are rice fields, and the fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan. Rice with full grains and rice with shriveled grains can't stand up straight, as if thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.
I like my beautiful hometown.
6. Write a composition about a plant with reference to the bayberry I like to eat in my hometown. My grandfather has many flowers, such as white jasmine, red camellia and yellow autumn chrysanthemum ... The fragrance permeates the room all year round. So since primary school, because my parents' home is too far away from school, I often live in my grandfather's home, and I have gradually developed a love for flowers.
I am used to coming home from school. As soon as my schoolbag is put away, the first thing I do is to look at the flowers like my grandfather to see if Ye Er is yellow and the buds are blooming again. In this quiet voice, flowers communicate with people, a yearning and beauty for life.
My thoughts have been quietly printed in my heart. At that time, my favorite was that pot of roses. Before germination, I knew from my grandfather that there were three colors, white at first, red at last, and black at last.
Yes These colors undoubtedly touched some of my heartstrings. I want to say it, but I don't know where to start. Anyway, I like it. After my careful care, it began to sprout. White, implicit packaging
Like jade, like snow, but also like me at that time, simple, shy, enterprising. It smiled at me in the morning breeze, as if to say: Liu Wei, put on the red scarf quickly! Liu Wei, be a good student! I laughed too.
7. Write a composition about a plant with reference to the bayberry I like to eat in my hometown. My grandfather has many flowers, including white jasmine, red camellia and yellow autumn chrysanthemum ... The fragrance permeates the room all year round.
So since primary school, because my parents' home is too far away from school, I often live in my grandfather's home, and I have gradually developed the habit of loving flowers. When I came home from school, as soon as my schoolbag was put away, the first thing I did was to look at the flowers like my grandfather to see if Ye Er was yellow and the buds were blooming again.
In this quiet voice of communication between flowers and people, a yearning for life and a yearning for beauty are quietly printed in my heart. At that time, my favorite was that pot of roses.
Before the bud sprouted, I knew from my grandfather that there were three colors. It was white at first, then red, and finally black. These colors undoubtedly touched some of my heartstrings.
I want to say it, but I don't know where to start. Anyway, I like it. After my careful care, it began to sprout.
White, implicitly wrapped, like jade, like snow, like me at that time, simple, shy and enterprising. It smiled at me in the morning breeze, as if to say: Liu Wei, put on the red scarf quickly! Liu Wei, be a good student! I laughed too.