In real life or work and study, the most familiar thing to everyone is composition. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a first-grade composition about picking strawberries that I collected for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Writing a first-grade composition about picking strawberries Part 1
During the winter vacation, there was one thing that made me most unforgettable.
That is the fifteenth day of winter vacation. My teacher and classmates and I went to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries.
As soon as I arrived at the strawberry garden, a faint fragrance hit my nostrils. Looking from a distance, the entire strawberry garden looked like a green carpet dotted with rubies. When we walked into the strawberry garden, we saw that some strawberries were like shy little girls hiding behind the leaves, some were like little white hands waving to us, and some were like naughty little girls in green skirts. People hang on leaves.
It was finally time to pick strawberries. Before the teacher finished explaining the precautions for picking strawberries, the students were like a swarm of flying insects flying out of the box and swarmed into the strawberry garden. Some of the students were confused. Some were holding scissors, some were walking around...
After a while, my pot was filled with ten cute strawberries, some of which were like jumping. Some of the love is like a bud waiting to bloom, and some is like a carrot.
I picked up a strawberry and smelled it. The fragrance was really breathtaking. After washing the strawberries, I took a bite and wow! Sour and sweet, so delicious! This time, I not only picked strawberries, but also learned the techniques of picking strawberries. First-grade essay about picking strawberries 2
During the last class spring outing to pick strawberries, my mother and I saw many strawberries in the strawberry shed. I took a basket outside and picked strawberries with my mother. , Mom said Dad was going to prepare the venue for the Strawberry Walk of Fame.
I found a big strawberry. I walked there quickly. I finally picked a big strawberry. I was so happy. Strawberries are so sweet! Writing a first-grade essay about picking strawberries 3
Today, the weather was sunny. My parents took me to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries. On the way to the strawberry garden, I saw hardworking bees collecting nectar. After seeing the green wheat fields, it took about 20 minutes to reach the strawberry field. When I entered the strawberry garden, I saw the strawberries were like rubies, very beautiful. I couldn't wait to pick up the small basket and went to pick strawberries. I looked here and there, and as soon as I saw a big and red strawberry, I picked it off. After a while, I picked a basket full of strawberries. I ate one and thought it was very sweet. My mother said: "Strawberries picked by myself are sweet." Writing a first-grade composition about picking strawberries Part 4
Today, the sun is shining brightly. The sun shines warmly on the earth. My father and mother and I went to the foot of Qingyuan Mountain to pick strawberries. As soon as we walked into the strawberry garden, the tangy fragrance greeted us. Rows of green strawberry leaves seemed to have been combed, and fiery red strawberries hung on the ground like rubies; small pink half-ripe strawberries lay shyly under the leaves, for fear of being seen by others. Looking at these strawberries makes me salivate. I'm so excited! I couldn't wait to bend down, pull out the leaves one by one, and carefully pick a red strawberry. Soon we had a basket full of strawberries. When we got home, my mother washed the strawberries and gave them to us to eat. I felt that today’s strawberries were fragrant and sweet. A first-grade essay about picking strawberries Part 5
On the afternoon of February 6 (the fourth day of the first lunar month), my grandma took my kindergarten classmates and me to Zhongmou to pick strawberries.
We each took a bucket and rushed into the strawberry field. There are red and white strawberries, and they look very beautiful. My grandma told me to only pick the red ones, as the white ones are not yet ripe. When I was picking strawberries, my braids were fluttering like butterflies flying in the air. After a while, there were many bright red strawberries in the empty bucket. At this time, my grandma told me not to pick any more. There were too many to eat, so I had to reluctantly leave the strawberry garden. Writing a first-grade essay about picking strawberries Part 6
In the morning, my two cousins ??and I went to pick strawberries. When we got there, we only saw green seedlings and yellow rapeseed flowers. The owner of the garden told us: "The weather is too cold and there are no strawberries."
So we admired the rapeseed flowers. As we walked we saw a well. There is also a sand bucket next to it. My mother told me: "Pour the well water into the sand bucket and let the water flow down. The sand will filter out the dirt and you will have clean water." Although I didn't pick strawberries today, I learned new knowledge and also Feel very satisfied. Writing a first grade composition about picking strawberries Part 7
On the morning of April 5th, the weather was sunny. On the blue sky, white clouds are floating one after another. My father and mother and I went to pick strawberries in a small village south of the airport. As soon as I entered the village, I saw many plastic greenhouses from a distance.
We got out of the car and came to the greenhouse, and smelled the fragrance of strawberries. Some strawberries are bright red, while others are not yet ripe and green.
Before we started picking strawberries, my mother picked one and tasted it and said, "It's so delicious and fresh!" My father and I picked big, red, and fragrant strawberries together in a frame. After picking, you will receive a small basket as a gift! I'm so happy this day.
Writing a first grade essay on picking strawberries Part 8
Today, Teacher Yu led us to pick strawberries. We sang happily all the way, and after getting off the bus, under the leadership of Teacher Yu, we lined up neatly in front of the greenhouse.
As soon as I entered Dapeng, I was attracted by the large strawberries everywhere. The students went to pick them separately along the strawberry long. The rows of strawberry mother's branches are covered with many big red strawberries, like small red lanterns, which I can't bear to pick. Fresh strawberries are juicy and delicious. They are rich in vitamins and minerals and are delicious. Writing a first grade essay on picking strawberries Part 9
This afternoon, my father, mother, grandfather, grandma, aunt and I went to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries.
Ah! What a big strawberry field! So many! We picked a lot of big and red strawberries, they were so fresh! I said, "Aunt, let's compete to see who can pick more." Ten minutes passed, and I picked five more than my aunt! Haha, we won! My father praised me for being "very capable" and I was very happy.
In the evening, Dad washed the strawberries and soaked them in salt water for a while. I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed a fresh and red strawberry and put it in my mouth. It was so sweet and delicious! ! Writing a first-grade essay about picking strawberries Part 10
On Sunday morning, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. Early in the morning, my mother took us to the highway intersection to pick strawberries.
There are red strawberries, pink ones, and green strawberries. My mother said that only red strawberries are ripe, and don’t pick others. My brother and I searched and searched and found many big and red strawberries. Some of them were hidden under the leaves, some were hiding in the corners of the strawberry shed, and some were hidden together in twos and threes. None of them could escape me and my brother. eyes.
After a while, we picked a pot and went home happily with the "trophies". Writing a first grade essay on picking strawberries Part 11
On Sunday afternoon, my father, mother, Bao Wanqing and her mother and I went to pick strawberries.
I was carrying a small bag with milk and books in it. We walked there. Golden rapeseed flowers bloomed on both sides of the road, and green wheat seedlings grew in the fields.
When we arrived at the greenhouse where strawberries were grown, I asked for three pots, and we entered the greenhouse together. There were many red strawberries in the greenhouse. Each of the five of us walked in a row and picked strawberries, red strawberries. Some are hanging outside and some are hidden under the leaves. We picked many strawberries in no time.
We ate strawberries and walked back. On the way, I saw beautiful butterflies and white goats.
Today, I am so happy! Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries 12
It is the time when strawberries are in season. As long as you stand next to a strawberry stand, you will smell it. A refreshing fragrance that makes people salivate.
Strawberries that are not ripe are not good-looking, they are hard and green. After a few days, it gradually matures. Its color first becomes light yellow, then light red, and finally turns into deep red.
Strawberries have a pair of small leaves, like a chicken heart with a green crown. , you really can’t tell if you don’t look carefully. After putting the strawberry in your mouth, the green seeds slide over the tip of your tongue, giving you a delicate feeling. Gently bite open the strawberry, and the red flesh is exposed, bit by bit. The juice oozing from the strawberries sticks to your tongue, and it tastes so good that it will definitely make you come back for more! Writing a first grade essay about picking strawberries Part 13
This afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, it is a good time to go out. I went to Huanxin Farm to pick strawberries with my aunt and her colleagues.
We set off happily, with several of our children singing and laughing along the way, and soon arrived at the strawberry base. After buying the tickets, the waiter directed us to the strawberry picking area. My aunt and I took a basket, picked a strawberry, and went straight to the topic-picking strawberries. Wow, under the green leaves, there are bright red, pagoda-shaped strawberries hanging, like shining rubies.
I picked a big, red strawberry, stuffed it into my mouth, and took a bite. Ah, sweet, sour, so delicious! I picked from one end to that, from one row to that... until my eyes were dazzled. It didn't take long for the basket to be filled.
My aunt took a photo of me: I was holding a basket of strawberries and tasting them excitedly...Ah, I am so happy today! Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries, Part 14
Today, my mother and I went to pick strawberries together, and we arrived at the strawberry base before we knew it.
After getting off the car, we saw rows of greenhouses growing strawberries, and the aroma of strawberries hit our nostrils. An aunt came over and gave each of us a basket, and we couldn't wait to get into the greenhouse. Yeah! There are many strawberries growing on the green leaves, which is so beautiful. There are red ones, green ones, and some that are half red and half green... The big ones are like cockscombs, and the small ones are like rubies. They are so crystal clear that they make my mouth water. I picked one and stuffed it into my mouth, and a stream of sweet juice filled my mouth. I picked a basket full and took it home to share with my parents.
Picking strawberries is so fun. I will pick them again next time.
Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries Part 15
Today we went to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries. The weather was very hot. My father, mother, sister and I were all sweating profusely. When we arrived at the strawberry garden, we asked about the price. One pound of strawberries was 30 yuan! "Oh my God! It's so expensive!" My sister and I both exclaimed, "It doesn't matter. As long as you play well, I can buy any pound of strawberries!" "Dad said, we cheered and entered the strawberry field with the basket.
There are many greenhouses in the strawberry garden, and the strawberries are all in the greenhouses. We walked into the greenhouse with the basket. The strawberries were hanging on the mound. There were many strawberries connected to one leaf. They were red and green. They were so beautiful. We picked many big red strawberries. They smelled a fragrant smell. They must be strawberries. Fragrant!
Picking strawberries this time is so fun! Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries 16
Today, my mother, father, grandma, grandpa and brother Benben went to pick strawberries. . At noon we went to my grandpa’s house for dinner. After dinner, we set out to pick strawberries.
We drove there. I was nervous and excited at the time. We sat there for a long time before we arrived. As soon as I arrived at the strawberry garden, I immediately went to pick strawberries. My uncle gave me and brother Benben two baskets, one for each of us, and we started picking strawberries. The two of us were competing to pick more strawberries. I saw that most of the strawberries were very small, so I looked for some big strawberries. After a while, my basket was full. Although Brother Benben came out earlier than me, he picked more strawberries. Less than me, and then we went home happily. Writing a first-grade essay about picking strawberries 17
When I was watching a Yangko performance with my dad, I saw an advertisement for picking strawberries, and I thought: It would be great if my parents took me to pick strawberries one day. !
This afternoon, my grandma, dad and mom set out to pick strawberries together. Along the way, I sang: Pick strawberries, pick strawberries, I love picking strawberries so much; my strawberries are red and big, I The strawberries are sour and sweet. Haha, I made up the song myself!
It will arrive soon, wow! There are dozens of big sheds, and they are all grown with strawberries. We chose a shed. The strawberries here are so cute, big and red, as red as blood. They taste fragrant and sweet in the mouth. We took them I picked up two baskets and started picking. As soon as I saw the red strawberries, I asked my grandma and mother to pick them. Finally, I picked two big baskets and went home happily. I wanted to let my family taste the strawberries I picked! Writing a first grade essay on picking strawberries Part 18
On Sunday, my father decided to go to Shangtian to pick strawberries. I was dancing for joy.
As soon as I got off the car, I ran to the strawberry base. I saw greenhouses not far away. The greenhouses were full of strawberries, and bees were dancing among the flowers. I couldn't wait to get into the greenhouse, wow! It's so hot in the greenhouse. When I look at the ground, I see green, red, white and rosy strawberries hanging on the branches. The big ones are like cock combs and the small ones are like chicken hearts. Under the sunlight, they are crystal clear. , my saliva overflowed from my mouth. I picked a big, red strawberry and put it in my mouth. A stream of sweet juice immediately flowed into my heart. I picked while eating, and after a while, several baskets were filled. I wanted to take them home to share with my good friends. A first-grade composition about picking strawberries, Part 19
It was a sunny Saturday, with a few leisurely white clouds floating in the blue sky. I was very excited because my parents were taking me to pick strawberries.
We came to the field, wow! There were white nylon sheds everywhere, and the sheds were full of strawberries, which made me salivate. We walked to one of the sheds, ah, so many strawberries! The strawberries were lying on the ground like happy dolls, and I cheered.
We picked while watching, and soon we picked a basket full of big and red strawberries. After my father paid the money, I couldn't wait to eat one. Wow! It was so sweet! I ate several in one go, but I still couldn't finish it. I think the strawberries this time are sweeter than those we bought before, because we picked them ourselves.
Today, I had such a happy time! Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries Part 20
On Saturday, a group of classmates and I went out to pick strawberries. When we got to the field, we couldn't wait to start picking. The red strawberries were like red gems. We picked many, many strawberries. Among them, Guo Song picked the most, but there were very few red ones. Liu Yuan picked the most beautiful strawberries. The red strawberries are each redder than the other, and they are very sweet when you take one bite. What I didn’t expect was that a pound of strawberries costs 15 yuan, which is really expensive! We ate them while picking them. I like to eat sour food, so I had to look for something that is not red.
After picking, we went to weigh it. After weighing, we took the bag and went home. When I went to bed at night, I was still thinking about those red and attractive strawberries!
< p> If I go again next time, I will pick more and bring them back and squeeze them into juice. Writing a first-grade essay on picking strawberries Part 21Today, my father and mother and I went to pick strawberries together.
We came to the strawberry field, where there were countless strawberries. All the little rosy faces were hiding under the green leaves. Some are brave and run out to bask in the sun.
I took a basket, and when I thought about picking juicy strawberries, I couldn't wait to run into the field.
Starting to pick strawberries. My mother told me to pick big and red ones. I bent down and looked at the strawberries carefully. As soon as I picked one here, the strawberry on the other side seemed to be waving to me. I quickly ran over and picked the strawberry happily. The red strawberries seemed to say to me: "Let everyone share our deliciousness!"
In the afternoon, we picked a lot of strawberries. Under the sunlight, the strawberry looked like a ruby, so beautiful!
It was half past five, and I reluctantly left. I said, "Next time, I will come again!" Write First Grade Composition on Picking Strawberries 22
Early on Sunday morning, my mother called Wang Qingxuan’s mother and asked them if they had anything to do today. Do you want to go strawberry picking with us? Wang Qingxuan’s mother readily agreed to her mother’s invitation, and we also made an appointment with Xia Tianwei and her mother on the way there.
When everyone arrived at the strawberry picking place, they were shocked when they saw strawberries everywhere and bees. We went into the greenhouse to pick strawberries together. The strawberries were red and big and looked very beautiful. My mother told me to pick the biggest and reddest strawberries, and we must not damage the flowers, they will bear fruit too. We picked a lot of strawberries together and were very happy.
I hope I will have the opportunity to pick strawberries again in the future.