One day after school, my father and I were walking home when we suddenly found a lawn covered with yellow leaves. My father said, "Shall we pick up the leaves?" I said unhappily, "How dirty it is to pick up leaves!" "The grass loves to be clean!" Dad pointed to the grass and said, "The leaves cover the sun, and the grass won't grow." I looked at the grass and thought it over. I looked up and waved and said, "Good! See who picks up more. " Without saying anything, I ran into the grass, squatted down and picked up the leaves one by one and put them in my hands. When I couldn't put them down, I stood up, ran under the tree, dropped the leaves in my hand and came back to pick them up. Suddenly, I felt my finger hurt. I looked carefully and my finger was cut by a twig. Dad rushed over and said, "Does it hurt? Shall we go home? " I said firmly, "No, I must finish it!" " "Say that finish and continue to pick it up.
Through this, I love nature even more.