Some peppers are thin and long, some are fat and round, so cute, like little red lanterns hanging on branches, as if they were unhappy, and their sharp mouths were tilted up. At first, I was like a wild animal, regardless of the willy-nilly. Seeing one, grandma told me that the pepper was only half cooked. I quickly came to an emergency stop and picked the red ones. Some were green, some were golden, colorful and beautiful!
Look! The green onion can't wait to see the outside world, and can't help sticking its head out. A gust of wind blew, some looked around, some fiddled with their posture and danced. The head of the onion is still a little bright khaki, which is very cute.
Just after picking peanuts, grandpa planted garlic in the open space, and grandma planted red beans in the remaining open space. At first glance, it is a bright green, and now it has a lovely little yellow flower. Camellia has gone too far, leaving only twigs and green leaves and that scary thorn. The cockscomb proudly wearing a red crown stood there.
That ordinary vegetable field, after careful care by grandparents, has become a beautiful vegetable garden.