Composition for pic bayberry

In study, work and life, people often come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is the composition of picking bayberry for everyone. Welcome to read the collection.

Picking Yangmei Composition 1 One day, my mother took me and my two uncles to pick Yangmei and finally arrived at the destination. She even climbed a mountain road and said that she would arrive soon. I didn't expect it to be so long. It took me twenty minutes to get there.

I'm just about to climb up and pick bayberry. Suddenly, my mother said, "It's too dangerous for children to climb trees", so I had to go to other trees.

However, the delicious bayberry is at the top of the tree, and it is not ripe below. I can only watch the adults climb to the top of the tree to pick black bayberry. I can only stand below and let my mother throw a bayberry down occasionally, but my mother climbs too high, and the fallen bayberry will fall to the ground, and it will rot, and it can't be eaten when it is rotten.

Suddenly, I don't know who called me and turned to look. It turned out to be my aunt, and she can't climb trees either. However, although the bayberry tree is tall, we can stand on the hillside and reach for the branches. There are also many black bayberries on the branches. I made two steps in three steps and immediately climbed the hillside. My aunt asked me to stand under the branch and open my mouth. My aunt took a branch in her hand and shook it twice. Something's wrong. Something is moving in my mouth. When I spit it out, I let out a cry: "Wow! Eating bugs is too big. "

My foot slipped and rolled down the hill. Although it didn't hurt too much, my clothes turned purple. My mother took a photo of me in the mirror, and I became "Guan Gong". At that time, the audience burst into laughter.

From then on, I never dared to eat the unwashed bayberry just picked from the tree. When I talk about Yang Meilin, I will see the scene at that time.

Picking Yangmei Composition 2 One day, mom and dad went to pick Yangmei. Myrica rubra is dark red, light red, reddish purple and turns black. My mother said to pick the red ones and turn them into black ones, so that the bayberry would be sweet and delicious.

Yangmei, like pearls and table tennis, is bright red. I picked a Yangmei and put it in the basket. Pick and choose, pick a lot, and fill a basket. Suddenly I heard my mother shout, look, the black bayberry is hanging on the top of the tree, so I thought about it. Then how can I get the black bayberry? I thought hard, and then jumped up to pick bayberry. I jump hard, keep jumping, keep jumping. I feel very laborious and don't know how to pick it.

After a while, my father came and showed us the bayberry he picked. Wow, the bayberry he picked now is big and red, so beautiful. I wonder, how did my dad choose? Dad proudly replied, because I used a ladder, you see that the big bayberry is tall and hangs on the branches. It is absolutely impossible to rely on my height alone, so I borrowed a ladder to help myself. Dad asked me to have a try. Dad held the ladder carefully and asked me to pick bayberry. I stood on the ladder and soon found some big bayberry! Well done! We just came home with a full load. Next time, I want to pick bayberry again!

Today, I learned how to use my brain and tools to pick the delicious bayberry I want!

Pick Yangmei Composition 3 On Saturday, we went to pick Yangmei. The whole family wore blue clothes on purpose. "We are ready to go!" After the phone call, dad said. Blue army, let's go!

Walking into "Yangmei Village", we look forward, wow! Myrica rubra trees are everywhere, and the trees are covered with crimson Myrica rubra. On a long piece of red cloth, five big yellow characters "Celebrate Yangmei Festival" are written, which are bright and dazzling. Looks like we're just in time. On the ground, falling, half-eaten and rotten bayberry can be seen everywhere. Dad looked around and said, "Yangmei is ripe. Let's go forward! " "We happily carried the basket up the hill.

We stopped at each tree to choose carefully, and my mother told us, "Remember to pick black bayberry!" " "I know! "I suddenly saw my mother's basket was empty, so I asked curiously," Mom, why don't you pick it? " "I want to take your picture!" Mom said. Then I'm busy! I picked some that I could reach, but there were more black and big bayberries on the high ground. I don't want to. Seeing a mossy stone under a tree, I bent down and stepped on it slowly, grabbing branches in one hand and picking black bayberry in the other. There is also a cluster of big-headed bayberry standing on the high branches, waving to me! I climbed up with the trunk, stood on the branch and picked some more. There are higher places! Big, black bayberry! I craned my neck to worry. The string of black bayberry winked at me like a naughty child, and I was so anxious that I stamped my feet-at this moment, the savior came. Dad said, "Come on! I'll carry you! "I am happy to ride on my father's shoulder and take off those lovely bayberries.

In a short time, a basket full of fragrant and sweet bayberry. Mother immediately brought us some red bayberries and said, "Come and taste the fruit you picked." I put a big bayberry in my mouth. Ah, bayberry is very sweet. It seems sweeter when I pick it myself. Eating bayberry is very happy, and picking bayberry is even happier! Go home quickly, there are many photos in my mother's mobile phone for me to enjoy!

I walked ahead, and gradually I saw the bayberry tree.

I couldn't wait to run over and thought: Yangmei must be big, sweet and delicious. I drool at the thought, and the result is very, no, extremely disappointed. Some waxberries are immature, some are not grown up, and some are half cooked and half rotten. Aunt Xu Qiu said, "It rained too much this year. Yangmei is not sweet! " "I walked under the bayberry tree and reached for a bayberry. I ate it. It was much more sour than sweet. I thought: the meat is red, but why is the juice purple? Aunt Xu Qiu brought me a bayberry hook. I didn't know how to use it, so I hit Yangmei. Because I used to play golf, Yangmei was hit three meters away by me. Mom said, "it's not used like this." "I hooked the branches with a hook again, and Yangmei fell to the ground in groups of three and five, only a few of them fell into the bag. My mother looked at me and shook her head and said, "I'd better pick it by hand." "I climbed to the stump and picked a few more. I want to climb higher, but unfortunately my hands can't reach it.

I see others picking bayberries on the hillside above, and I want to pick them, too, but how can I climb up? Thinking of me, I began to climb the mountain. At first, every step would be slippery, but I also began to see good and full bayberry, and I picked another one to eat, sweet. When I got there, I competed with the little girl above to pick bayberry. I picked a waxberry that jumped from left to right. It was really interesting. However, the good times did not last long. After playing for a while, the weather was not very good, and it rained heavily several times. Everyone became a drowned rat, and another one came for lunch. Haha, those leftovers have turned into instant rice.

Everyone got back to the car and laughed at once. It turned out that there was a waxberry on my head, and my mother gave me a waxberry. "Oh, it's delicious!"

There is a kind of fruit that everyone is familiar with! It is covered with a purple dress, and it feels a kind of furry feeling. Everyone knows-Yangmei.

One morning in May, it was a faint fragrance of Myrica rubra, which made people immersed in a beautiful realm. My mother and I went to the mountain to pick bayberry. This Myrica rubra tree looks like a star tree from a distance, covered with red stars. The breeze blew, and the disorderly branches swayed, as if welcoming us.

I picked up the exquisite little basket that my mother gave me, looking for the shortest part of Yangmei. After I found it, I kicked my feet hard, grabbed the branch with both hands and climbed up the tree. I stood on the tree and looked at Yangmei, only to find that Yangmei grew on the branches, and I couldn't pick it. What should I do? I carefully dragged the branches and picked a small waxberry for fear that I would break it. I am very cautious.

Look! There are beautiful butterflies on the bayberry tree, including red, yellow and purple ... but I don't have time to pay attention to butterflies, so I pick bayberry seriously. I picked a lot, half a basket. I ate all the big and red ones. Wow! It is really delicious.

Suddenly, a big, fat white bug startled me. The white bug crawled towards me. I quickly let go "pa" that bug was bounced down by me, and I quickly stepped on it with my foot, which also damaged a lot of bayberry.

Never dare to eat waxberries that have just been picked from trees and have not been cleaned again. Speaking of bayberry, I will see the scene at that time.

Picking bayberry is really interesting. I'll choose next time. I will give more to my relatives and friends and let them taste the bayberry.

My hometown is in Dadong Township, Blue Mountain. My hometown Huang Huali is very famous. The Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown is not very exciting, because there are no big rivers, so there are no magnificent scenes such as dragon boat racing and throwing zongzi, but there are still many interesting things.

On the morning of Dragon Boat Festival, my family went to my grandmother's house for the New Year. Grandma is very enthusiastic and has wrapped the zongzi. There are fried chicken with snails, blood duck, braised fish and braised pork on the lunch table. I feel like a VIP. But I'm more looking forward to picking bayberry with my grandma after dinner.

Grandma's Yangmei tree is on the hillside of Houshan. When I walked across the ridge, I followed at the end, greedily breathing the fragrance of the sun and the unique fresh air in the mountains. "Hurry up and keep up!" My brother's crying prevented me from enjoying myself happily. I quickly stood up and followed them.

As soon as I got to the bayberry tree, I jumped up and picked one, washed it in a bucket and put it in my mouth. "ah! So sour! " As soon as I ate it in my mouth, I secretly called out and spit it out quickly. Looking up, I saw that my grandmother had climbed the tree to pick bayberry. Not to be outdone, menstruation took off his high heels and climbed trees like lightning, proudly saying, "I was also an expert at climbing trees when I was a child!" " "My cousin also wanted to climb up, but was stopped by her mother. She had to put the picked Yangmei under it and run around for a while, busy as a fiddle. I am only responsible for picking up the red bayberry that accidentally fell, so that I can have more time to watch this harmonious picture of plum picking in the mountains.

The basket is full of bayberry. We should go home. I was reluctant to look back, and the mountain stream poured down from a height, just like a white lace of green silk, so gorgeous and dazzling.

Eating zongzi, picking bayberries and watching the mountain scenery make me happy to spend the Dragon Boat Festival!

On the morning of Children's Day, it was sunny and sunny. My parents decided to give me a unique gift-picking bayberry.

On the way there, we went through a lot of hardships to reach our destination. At the door of the destination, I jumped up happily and rushed in. Inside, the boss politely invited us to a big tree in heaven. There are countless bayberries hanging on the tree, big, small, red and blue ... of different sizes and colors! They have added infinite vitality to the unpretentious bayberry tree. After seeing this picture like a continuous scroll, I couldn't wait to have a "head fight". My movements are fast and clean, just like a "battle-hardened" plum picker. I picked countless bayberries in a short time. Looking back at my father, I saw him climbing up and down like a monkey and picking a lot of bayberries. The mother next to dad is the cleverest and will improvise. I saw that she got a giant ladder and picked countless bayberries easily, which really got twice the result with half the effort! Seeing this scene in front of me, I was dumbfounded, but I refused to give up and quickly used my "critical eyes" to help. As a result, I won a total victory and defeated my parents. In this way, we went to the boss's house, and everyone came back with a basket of bayberry.

At the boss's house, we didn't enjoy ourselves, but began to eat bayberry one after another. I leisurely grabbed a "behemoth" Myrica rubra, stuffed it into my "maw" and began to eat slowly. I just think that Yangmei is so sweet and sour, with rich fruit and small meat, which makes people never tire of eating, especially when they close their eyes. After eating and drinking enough, I looked around and accidentally saw my father eating Yangmei: he wolfed it down, as if eating it slowly would turn Yangmei into thin air, and as if he were performing a wonderful "Pig Eight Rings Eating Ginseng Fruit", which made me laugh.

Yangmei is integrated with the scenery here, which makes people feel that they have entered a beautiful paradise. How unforgettable!

Picking Yangmei Composition 8 On Friday night, my uncle called to tell us that Yangmei in my hometown was ripe and invited everyone to pick Yangmei in my hometown on Saturday. I listened and jumped with joy.

On Saturday morning, when I was still sleeping, I was awakened by my aunt's phone ringing. I got out of bed, got dressed, had breakfast and set off by car. Dad drove out of the noisy town and headed for his hometown Yantatou Village. About half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

When I got off the bus, I saw the misty mountain in front of the village. My uncle told me that our Yangmei tree is halfway up the mountain. My father, sister-in-law and my second aunt, led by my uncle, came to Yangmeilin on a muddy mountain road. "The giant panda is open. Look, that's our bayberry." Uncle said. I looked in the direction pointed by my uncle, only to see the leaves of Myrica rubra are long, narrow and green, just like handfuls of green umbrellas on the hillside, sheltering the mountains from the wind and rain. The tree is covered with big bayberry, which is really attractive.

Seeing this tempting scene, I couldn't wait to run with my basket, reach for a red bayberry, and pull it hard. I squeezed it into a paste, and bright red juice flowed out through my fingers. So, I went to pick the second one, and this time, because I used too much force, several other bayberries popped up on the branch. Naughty Yangmei in the tree seems to be laughing at me. I am anxious and angry, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my sister-in-law saw it and said seriously, "When the giant panda opens, you grab the branch with one hand and pick the Myrica rubra with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand." Sister-in-law said while showing me. Then, I picked it according to my sister-in-law's method, which really succeeded. After a while, I picked a small basket of bayberry. Adults praise me. My heart is full of joy.

After more than an hour's hard work, we finally picked bayberry. Everyone is also tired and sweaty. But looking at baskets of bright red bayberry, everyone smiled happily.

So, we carried baskets of bayberry down the mountain, got on the bus, and reluctantly left our hometown with the joy of harvest.

Picking Yangmei Composition 9 Weekend, my mother and friends braved the drizzle to pick Yangmei. I waited anxiously, imagining what Yang Meilin looked like on the road: Is it all over the mountains, or is it all neat on the flat ground?

When I opened the car door and saw Yang Meilin, I was shocked. It turned out that it was not a mountain or a piece of land, but a mountain covered with arbutus, and there was no edge in sight. At the gate of the forest farm, there is a huge billboard "10,000 mu Yangmeilin Base". It seems that my imagination is not rich enough! I can't wait to pull my mother back to the forest like a deer and jump into Yangmeilin with a small basket.

I rushed to a tree covered with bayberry, looked around and began to pick it carefully. This is big, but not red enough. That one is red and black, but it is too small. I was not satisfied for a long time. Let's continue to climb higher! The leaves of this tree are dense and thick, and there is no fruit from the outside, but standing under the tree and observing it, it is found that there are many big and red bayberries hidden inside. I reached out to pick it, and the rain on the leaves soaked my face. My mother and I screamed and jumped away. Look at me. I'll look at you in a mess and laugh. I put bayberry in my mother's mouth, and she smiled and put her in mine. Wow, this Myrica rubra is really sweet. Red bayberry juice flows into your mouth until it is sweet to your heart.

When you taste the sweetness, you have motivation. I'm like a machine with full horsepower. I stood on tiptoe, stretched my arms for a while, and shrank under the tree. I don't have enough eyes to see any of them, which is very beautiful. The small basket was quickly filled by my mother and me, and I was so wet that I couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. My mother and I sat contentedly on the stones under the tree, and you all tasted the fruits of your labor. Friends are scattered on the mountain, and there are laughter and beautiful birds singing everywhere.

My mother told me: this is the ten thousand mu fruit forest that Changting people exchanged with hard work and sweat, which not only protects the ecological environment, but also has good economic value. I love this fruit forest and my beautiful hometown even more!

Picking Myrica rubra Composition10 On July 7th, although the sun was hot, it did not weaken our family's interest in picking Myrica rubra.

Dad drove for half an hour to Xiaoshan Hangzhou Ecological Park. Grandparents said, "There are so many Yangmei here this year. This is the second time we have picked it, and it is also your first time. My father said, "The picked bayberry grows better than the last time, and the remaining bayberry is nutritious and big." "My uncle who planted bayberry also said," This bayberry is bigger than the last time your grandmother came to pick it. But there was a lot of rain this year, and many Yangmei were attacked by rain. Daming, look at the ground. "I see, wow, there are fresh bayberry on the ground. What a pity! There are several baskets of bayberry on the ground alone.

After a while, grandma asked me to pick a kind of red bayberry called carbon plum. My uncle told me that this kind of red bayberry looks black and tastes sweet. When we pick bayberry, we are armed to the teeth, put on sleeves and pants, which can be used to prevent mosquitoes. We are divided into three groups: me and my uncle, my parents and my grandparents. I climbed the tree like a little monkey. I really wanted to eat while picking, but my hands were dirty, so I had to give up the idea. There is only one tree left, but only the biggest one is left. My uncle brought a stick with a bag tied to it. It turns out that the better the bayberry grows, the higher it grows, and most people can't pick it. Finally, my uncle and I picked it up the fastest, followed by my grandparents and my parents.

Picking bayberry is fun, but we still feel a little tired after picking it once. My mother feels a little tired, too. I feel tired and my hands are sore just holding the basket. Only then did I know that the farmer's uncle was actually very hard. My uncle told me that they sometimes have cookies for lunch. By picking bayberry this time, I realized that it is equally difficult to grow food. It is really difficult to cherish the fruits of farmers' uncles' labor. Sometimes the fruit is thrown away before it is half eaten. So is lunch. If I can't eat it, I will throw it away. Now I think what I did was wrong, and I will never do it again.

But I still like picking bayberry. I told my uncle that we would come again this time next year.

My hometown is Shuangfeng, and I love Yangmei in my hometown.

It is said that Yangmei in heng shan cun is very famous and can sell well all over the country. When Yangmei was ripe, the buyer came to order early. I'll believe that when I see it. On a Sunday in May this year, I was lucky enough to watch it with my parents. On the way to heng shan cun, we were full of family's longing, accompanied by everyone's laughter, and unconsciously came to our destination-heng shan cun.

At present, there is a wide road paved with stones, next to which are many three-story buildings, Longqiu farmhouse and landscape farmhouse … It turns out that this place is still a tourist attraction! The open space in front of some houses is also fenced, and various crops are planted, such as pumpkins, loofahs, small vegetables ... fruits like pods, filled with raw sesame seeds, are full of particles, just like strong dolls!

Under the leadership of Uncle Wu, we are going to Yangmeilin to pick bayberry. Everyone was talking and laughing all the way, and we arrived at Yangmeilin unconsciously. We crossed the ridge and ran to Yangmeilin. Ah! What a vast expanse of Yangmeilin, like the ocean, is boundless. A string, a string of branches, shining like a star. Really beautiful! Uncle Wu said that this is a very sweet bayberry. Try it first. Like a greedy cat, I picked one at once. I took a bite. It is sweet, crisp, juicy and full of fragrance. Yangmei is really delicious! Uncle Wu said, "When picking, you can pick it by lifting it." I used my uncle's method to quickly pick the mature bayberry and put it in the basket. My mother showed no weakness. She lifted Yangmei one by one and gently put it in the blue. Dad took it off and chatted with Uncle Wu. I picked a full basket and lifted it with great effort. Finally, with the help of my uncle, I lifted it.

Yangmei in my hometown, I love you! I love your sweet taste, your dark red color, and your cute shape like a plush ball. I love Yangmei in my hometown, and I love my hometown!

Today, my mother and I visited Uncle Biao's garden. As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a thick fragrance of flowers, including jasmine, tulip, camellia … and some flowers, I can't name them!

Uncle Biao planted not only flowers, but also many vegetables and fruit trees in his yard. There are purple eggplant and green rape; There are longan trees, litchi trees and bayberry trees; There are also green beans, cucumbers and bitter melons ... Now it is the season to pick bayberry, so we go to the mountains to pick bayberry. I see the bayberry tree is tall and leafy. After the rainy season, Babies Myrica rubra suck the dew of the whole spring and grow into crystal red pearls. Some are covered by branches and leaves, and some show their little heads, as if to signal someone to pick them!

Uncle Biao brought us two baskets. My mother and I started picking bayberry. Uncle Biao climbed the tree to pick bayberries himself and told us, "These bayberries have three different colors, yellow and red, and one is red and black." They feel different, too. Immature bayberry is hard, mature bayberry is soft, and the sweet and sour taste is different. "My mother also told me to choose red and black bayberry, so as to be mature and taste sweet. I tasted one. It is delicious. The more you eat, the more you want to eat After a while, we picked a basket full of bayberry. I have no choice. I picked a black one from the basket and washed it. I put it in my mouth. Wow, the sour and sweet bright red juice has dyed my tongue and lips red. My mother smiled and said I was a greedy cat!

Picking bayberry is really fun!

Picking Myrica rubra Composition 13 Stepping on the wet and soft soil and walking on the path trodden by people, the surrounding trees stood upright and greeted us warmly. It's the rainy season, and it has just rained for a while. The sky is not necessarily happy and sulky, but it won't open the door of the dark clouds.

I went to Yangmei Mountain and went to Yangmeidi of my aunt's house. My sister took a arbutus basket, so did I, and my sister pushed the basket in front of me. "Do you want to compete?" I looked at her flexible and small body. "Yes," my sister said, picking a waxberry and putting it in the basket. As a result, a simple housework has a rhythm, only to see the manual, the fruit falls, and the brothers and sisters are silent.

"I should slow down, after all, my sister is so much shorter than me." I thought to myself, my hand slowed down unconsciously, and I put a red bayberry in my mouth to eat it for a while.

"Competition outside depends on strength. Who will let you know that failure and success are common. " So I stared at a tree again, and my movements accelerated a lot. The crystal clear bayberry quickly fell into the basket. Looking at my sister's unskilled movements, sometimes I can't pick bayberry in a higher place, and my heart is soft. I put the Yangmei basket on the ground, picked up one at hand, and savored the raindrops and sweet and sour Yangmei with smooth pulp. At this time, I saw from the corner of my eye that my sister was struggling to reach out and pick a bayberry. Yangmei seems to be a disobedient child, making fun of her short stature! I was so angry that I rushed over with my basket and took off the "scapegoat" in one jump. "Here you are," I said to my sister. "No, it's yours. You won. " She smiled at me, very relaxed, completely without the seriousness and persistence when picking Yangmei.

"No, you are shorter than me. You deserve to win. " I want to give my sister some comfort.

"I am less, I just lose." No anger, no depression, my sister's face is still as clear as a mountain spring.

"It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." It is raining again. On my way back, frogs came from a pond on the road, as if to tell me: there is really no need to be so cautious.

I will never forget the composition of Yangmei 14. In the afternoon, we went to pick bayberry. Me, my dad, my mom, my second uncle and my third uncle will pick them together. An off-road vehicle with a thin shirt went to meet in Cixi, Yuyao. I heard that the bayberry there is very sweet.

After lunch, my parents and I drove on the road. We left Shaoxing first. It took us almost half an hour to get into the expressway because of the traffic jam.

In the car, my parents fell asleep, only my uncle and uncle didn't sleep, because I don't like taking a nap very much. About an hour later, we got off the freeway, and mom and dad woke up slowly, so we drove up the hill.

There are many vehicles going up and down the mountain, which is already very congested, and the road surface is very narrow, which is even more congested. It took us nearly an hour and a half to reach our destination. Here we are. We started picking bayberry.

I came to a bayberry tree with an empty basket and saw many purple bayberries, thinking: Wow! A lot of rotten bayberry! Then, I picked a red bayberry. Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, I heard my mother shouting in the distance: "Yaoyao, don't pick red bayberry. Red bayberry is very sour. You should pick purple. Purple is sweet!" I quickly threw away the bayberry, picked a lot of big purple bayberry and put it in the basket. I ate it while picking it, and I ate it with relish.

In the distance, my father climbed to the bayberry tree and picked all the bayberries that could not be picked. I took the basket in my hand and let my father put it in. Later, my father saw that it was almost over and told us to go home.

On the way back, as when we went, there was another traffic jam. We got on the national highway and didn't get home until ten o'clock in the evening.

The sun is burning today, and it hurts to shine on people. As the saying goes: "Mei Tian's grandson, stepmother fist." I don't think this sentence is too much to use today.

Dad had a whim: go to Yangmei Mountain to pick Yangmei. Although we were afraid of the heat, we couldn't resist the temptation of Yangmei and set off.

Along the winding narrow path, I walked up the steep mountain road and finally climbed Yangmei Mountain. We are panting and sweating. Looking around, the lush bayberry trees are full of fruits and the branches are bent. However, the top of the Myrica rubra tree is all black, while the bottom of the tree is all small red Myrica rubra.

Picking began, and I first searched my "target"-a short and fruity Myrica rubra tree. Because my height is not dominant. Look, look ... finally found it. Soon, the big bayberry below was divided by three times five and I put it in the basket. But those black bayberries hanging on the branches, I can only flinch. But my mother is as light as a monkey, hanging from a branch and reaching for those black bayberries ... My father also took a trick because of his obesity: shaking the branch hard, and suddenly, it began to rain. "raindrops" and "pattering, pattering" fell in the grass, on the roadside and in the dirt ditch ... I quickly took advantage of the fisherman's "preemptive strike"-grabbed the bayberry.

Soon, we all "picked" a basket full. At this time, we all became "red-faced Guan Gong".

Picking bayberry is interesting, but it is also very hard. Today, in the process of picking bayberry, I experienced the hardships of farmers' uncles "facing the loess and facing the sky".

Now, it is the mature season of bayberry. Looking along the street, purple bayberry, dotted with one or two green leaves, is really attractive. In the afternoon, my mother and aunt made an appointment to go to my brother and grandmother's house to pick Yangmeishan. I am very excited.

Early this morning, a group of us, in high spirits, got in my mother's car and headed for Yangmeishan. Soon, we arrived at Yangmeilin on the mountain. I saw clusters of red agate-like bayberry covered with branches, which set off the green leaves and were very lovely. Round bayberry is like a pearl, with curved branches, and some bayberry "babies" wear reddish "clothes"; Some wear crimson "clothes"; Others wear purple-black "clothes", which are as big as table tennis and make people drool.

I was carrying a small basket and couldn't wait to beat me to it. I picked up Yangmei. Myrica rubra is small, bright red, purple black red, the sweetest black purple, shining like a black pearl under the sunlight. I took a "straight" stick and bit it down, and the water ran down my teeth and onto my tongue. Ah! That's so sweet. My aunt, who went with me, said that the bayberry here doesn't need pesticides, so you can eat it directly after picking it from the tree.

The darker the bayberry at the top of the tree, the sweeter it is. My aunt is as clever as a monkey in picking bayberry on the branch. I am eager to try, too. I followed the branches, and more bayberry was at my fingertips.

After picking bayberry, the adults sat on the ground to have a rest. Our children play "Yangmei War", take off Yangmei on the ground as bullets and chase after it. People didn't go home with baskets full of bayberry until they ran out of bullets.