It was late spring and early summer, but now with the greenhouse, we can eat strawberries even in winter. Their bright colors and rich fragrance have touched our souls. Can't stand the temptation, buy some and try it first. When I got home, the washed strawberries were just put on the table. As soon as I turned around, my son couldn't wait to send them to his mouth one by one, with bright red juice on his lips and tongue until his teeth couldn't stand it. Looking at my son's greedy appearance, I can't help thinking of strawberries grown at home. "Are all the strawberries at home red?" I asked my father eagerly on the phone. When I asked this question, my eyes seemed to flash with those green and vivid leaves. Ye Er showed a red smiling face, or two or three Zhang greatly's little shy and blushing faces, which covered the floor like red agate.
When did I first come into contact with strawberry, a juicy and delicious fruit? I tried to recall, as if the colorful transparent candy paper collected as a child was often printed with small and beautiful patterns of strawberries, and the cotton cloth, flannel or sheets that my mother bought for us to make new clothes seemed to see their beautiful and lovely appearance. However, it was after I planted strawberries in my hometown backyard that I really came into contact with them and felt them personally.
In the backyard of my hometown, I planted strawberries twice.
I can't remember the year. My sister asked her classmates for some strawberry seedlings. This is the first time I have seen strawberries, with scattered umbrella-shaped leaves, which are ugly. I can't help wondering how such a small Xin Wei can bear such sweet and attractive fruit. Until the next spring, their leaves gradually increased, fat and green, and one day, with buds, ivory flowers opened sporadically. Open and open, inadvertently, the small strawberry exposed for the second time. Ah, this is the fruit of strawberry. We sighed with surprise, expecting her to become popular soon. However, when we saw the first strawberry that had completely turned red, it was so tempting, but we couldn't bear to take it off, just like we couldn't bear to take off a red rope tied by our mother. Strawberries became red one after another. These ripe strawberries are full, bright red, watery and chubby. Under the sunshine, they are more and more exquisite, like dazzling rubies and cute and naughty elves. In this disappointment, I also put that particularly sweet taste, a kind of happiness and happiness of planting and harvesting strawberries myself, into my mind.
When it gets colder and colder in autumn, my mother finds straw and weeds and spreads them thickly on strawberry seedlings. After a few years, they became one, and even had some scale. They picked one crop after another, not only enough for themselves, but also shared it with relatives and friends. Perhaps, things are not more expensive, and we have left our hometown one after another and have our own small home. Without careful care, strawberries are gradually scarce, and in winter, there is no warmth of thick grass, and even only a few trees are left.
Knowing that everyone in the family loves strawberries, the year before last, my brother found an opportunity to ask for strawberry seedlings and planted twenty or thirty strawberries in the backyard garden. This time, he naturally didn't dare to neglect them, especially cherish them and cultivate them carefully. When you return to your hometown, water them, loosen the soil, and carefully pull out the excess weeds, hoping that they will bloom for a long time. We have gained a lot this spring. In this era of uncertainty about what to eat, eating "pure natural" strawberries grown at home this time is really a special taste!
However, the strawberries planted in my hometown may be due to the variety, but they are more or less sour. I hope to find a new variety, big and sweet, which is the most attractive strawberry.
Remember the strawberry planted in the flowerpot? Just a few days ago, when I passed a school classroom, I accidentally saw a pot of green radish and a small pot of strawberries. Facts have proved that they can be raised not only as a lovely fruit, but also as flowers. When I approached them gently, I was afraid to disturb their dreams. On the windowsill, the green radish in the basin is covered with branches and furry, showing the vitality of life. However, only two small trees are planted in this strawberry pot, and the petioles are fluffy. If you look closely, there are new leaves in the middle, which are green and tender. Oh, she's not to be outdone. Maybe it will blossom and bear fruit in spring. At that time, ivory flowers were dotted among the green leaves, and the classroom must be filled with the breath of spring. Imagine how happy teachers and students are when strawberries turn from green to red. Nuoda's class is more interesting because of these two strawberries, right? I think a child with strawberry seedlings must be a child who loves life and loves life. I also seem to see that strawberries are in front of me in the spring season, with green leaves embracing each other, flowers overflowing, butterflies flying and bees buzzing; I am looking forward to seeing their bright red and full fruits swaying slightly in the warm breeze.
The first time I thought of Xingshou, it was because of strawberries. One day, there were two small boxes of big and beautiful strawberries on my desk, which were picked by my colleagues from the shed of Mrs. Xing Shou's family. Although only two or three were grabbed, the creamy aroma and refreshing sweetness remained in the memory of strawberries forever. It also reminds me forever of the birthday celebration that has now become the "hometown of strawberries". Because of strawberries, I also pay more attention to the development and changes of the star head. Knowing that Xingshou will hold the World Strawberry Congress in 20 12, I am filled with pride and pride. Although he is not a long-lived person, he is also a Changping native, and he is also gratified and happy.
There is such a story about strawberries that touched me gently. This is a strawberry of Li Dan Cliff. It's a heart. The boy, who has no extra scales and only counts strawberries by hand, offered to help his classmates sell strawberries to pay for his corneal transplant. After learning the truth, the author bought 36 more. Just as he was about to turn around, the boy handed him a note: a strawberry is a heart. The boy and the author, as well as those who helped them tide over the difficulties, all have a beautiful heart like a strawberry. Strawberry, this tempting strawberry. Thus, in Changping, my hometown, there is such a red bride who seduces the hearts of the world.