1 I have been to Hainan Island, which is surrounded by the sea. There is a blue sea there, and the beautiful waves make me intoxicated. I have been to Tibet, where there are mysterious temples, and the resplendent Buddha statues make me admire solemnity. I have also been to the beautiful Xinjiang. The vast desert makes me relaxed and happy, but the most enjoyable trip is a day trip to my orchard.
This Sunday, my parents and I came to the goose egg village in Jintang. The sky is blue. There are several hills not far away, and fruit trees are planted over and over again, including oranges and oranges. . . Our car stopped at the door of a house when Grandpa Niu came out to entertain us. We ate some freshly picked oranges, picked up scissors and baskets and went on our way. Maybe everyone will ask, why not buy fruit and leave? Or why bring scissors and baskets? Let me tell you something! I just came here to buy oranges. How boring! We're going to eat our own cut oranges. It will be fun!
We climbed the mountain, and their orchard was on the top of the mountain. We walked for a long time and finally opened the green curtain. Oranges in Huang Chengcheng are wrapped in a layer of leaves, and they are also very fragrant. I have smelled its fragrance far away, and the appearance of oranges is even more varied. Some oranges are flat like deflated balls, some are oval like faces, and some are long and "round and fat" so cute! We began to cut oranges. With a whistle, the garden is full of "click" sounds, and the sound is very rhythmic. We listened to the wonderful music when we cut oranges. Soon all three baskets were full, but my hands were blistered by scissors. I went down the mountain with a heavy basket of oranges. In the yard, I cut an orange and tasted it. "How sweet!" I said to myself. At this point, I forgot my pain. My father said to me, "I chose something different."
Yes! What I get through labor always feels particularly sweet or good, and it is impossible to drop pies in the sky. Nothing for nothing. I have not only had enough fun this time, but also learned that only labor can yield.
Every night, I often miss my distant hometown-Hubei, and what I yearn for most is the orchard in that hometown. That's the orchard planted by grandpa's family. There are many fruit trees in the orchard, including apple trees, peach trees, pear trees and grapes. ......
In spring, the spring rain is falling, and the spring girl walks into the orchard with light steps. Orchard is like a misty wood ink painting. Rain and fog are sprinkled on the grass, rustling like a girl stroking the strings gently, and like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... Small water drops fall on the grass along the veins of fruit tree leaves and penetrate into the soil. The grass on the grass is like a baby sucking its mother's milk and accumulating strength. Overnight, countless grasses rose from the ground and covered the garden, covering the fruit trees with a layer of bright green clothes and smiling in the spring breeze. Look, the pear tree is full of pale yellow flowers. These flowers run from the branches to the trees, leaving no gaps. In the sun, they are like a few flying springs that spray flowers. Ah! Spring is so full! That's brilliant Even the peach trees are in bloom, and a breeze blows to the Buddha. Peach trees dance like a pink-haired girl, some are in bud, some are in full bloom, and some are as beautiful as flowers. These bonuses are as red as fire, as white as snow and as pink as chardonnay. Of course, this occasion can not be without them. Those lovely little butterflies and naughty little orioles fly around the flowers, and even hardworking little bees come to keep the appointment.
Summer is a season to satisfy people's desire. My friends and I often sneak into the orchard, climb the branches of fruit trees and steal some precocious fruits to eat. My teeth itch as soon as I take a bite. This fruit is neither too big nor too small, so you can hold it firmly in one hand. The color of fruit is neither red nor blue. They all have a small navel, and the navel seems to be full of magical mysteries.
In autumn, the orchard is fruitful, and agate-like grapes are covered with fruit trees, bending over as if bowing to us. You see, there are red, green, purple, crystal clear and moist, just like gems of different colors, shining in the sun. The apple blushed, too, and her cheeks were like a shy girl, which made people want to see, and the fruit seemed to break the branches. With the wind speed, the leaves on the fruit trees fall one after another, turning somersaults and circles in the air, just like beautiful butterflies falling from the air, laying layers of golden carpets on the orchard.
In the cold winter, children went to the orchard to make a snowman and have a snowball fight, and there was laughter everywhere. The fruit trees in the orchard were crushed by the heavy snow, and the fruit trees were covered with layers of silvery white. The sun came out, the ice and snow melted, and small drops of water dripped down the branches. ......
The orchard in my hometown is really beautiful! I like the orchard in my hometown.