1. Pick Lycium barbarum

Summer vacation is the peak season for picking Chinese wolfberry.

When I was still asleep, I was awakened by my mother, rubbed my sleepy eyes, yawned and set off with a bamboo basket on my arm.

On the way, I remembered that I happened to see a "healthy" program. This program says: Lycium barbarum is a kind of health-preserving medicinal material, which can nourish the liver and improve eyesight, replenish blood and soothe the nerves, promote fluid production to quench thirst, moisten the lungs and relieve cough. Lycium barbarum contains various amino acids, betaine, carotene, lutein and vitamins b 1 and b2. I suddenly thought of such a good thing, and I must pick some if I want to go.

So, I found my little friend, took a convenient bag and started looking for Lycium barbarum. I searched for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. Just when I was disappointed, a little friend suddenly remembered that there was something behind the neighboring village, so we hurried to our destination.

Sure enough, as we expected, a large piece was yes, and our eyes were not enough. The whole tree is like a string of full little red beans, with green leaves hanging to match it, which is eye-catching. ........... had never carefully observed fresh Lycium barbarum before, only seen withered Lycium barbarum. In fact, fresh medlar is super Q. At that time, I really wanted to grow three heads and six arms to pick all these medlars back.

That piece of Chinese wolfberry tree is covered with Chinese wolfberry fruits, which are red and shaped like jujube stones, slightly larger than jujube stones. We also call it Guoguo Hong. Lycium barbarum is like a small lantern, hanging on the branches of Lycium barbarum.

Lycium barbarum is not tall, but it is taller than adults. The branches of Lycium barbarum are so soft that we can reach them by raising our hands and pulling them gently. Break it off gently, hold it in your hand, and throw it in the underground bamboo basket when it is full. When I met a tall branch, I stood on tiptoe, leaned my head back, straightened my arm hard enough, and my neck was stiff for a while, and then I bowed my head and shook my arm to let blood flow out. I'm afraid that others will say "effeminacy", and I'm even more afraid that others will grab the fruit, so I hurried to work again.

After a long time, everyone is tired. In order to summon up courage, we had a bag-picking contest to see who picked up the bag in his hand first. Soon, the champion and runner-up appeared one after another, and we were full of victory.

Adults and children don't talk, even children don't play, only see a lot of Lycium barbarum in the basket.

Making fruit is our happiest time.

Many children, no, all children don't want to mix their fruits with those of their mothers and grandmothers. They must be weighed and accounted for separately.

The children who picked a lot looked happy, while the children who picked a little looked ashamed. Instead, I feel that I am half a catty or four ounces heavier than others, and I am happy again. They secretly made up their minds that they must get up early tomorrow and work hard, and they must surpass someone!

To reward me, my mother made me a cold medlar. When I took the first bite, I said, "Wow, it's so bitter and delicious." Mother said, "Son, one more bite will make you feel sweet." I took another sip with a grain of salt. "It's really a little sweet." Later, my mother told me that the more I eat, the sweeter I am, and that's the bitter comes the sweet.

We should do things like tasting Lycium barbarum, and don't be afraid of suffering, so that we can have a sweet harvest.

do homework

This evening, I came to my desk to do my homework in frustration. At that time, the mood was really like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, all kinds of moods.

Dad came from the kitchen and listened to the familiar footsteps. I suddenly became nervous. I quickly stuffed the novel into the drawer and took out my homework in a hurry. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. I took a pen and wrote it down. Dad came into my room, took out my homework and looked through it. My heart was pounding, and I wrote slowly, seemingly seriously. In fact, I was looking forward to my father leaving soon, so I was liberated. In this way, dad looked at some homework and left. The feeling of fear suddenly relaxed a lot, and I felt as relaxed as a turned serf. In this way, the homework is written faster and the mood is better.

Dad came to the living room and turned on the TV, which made me happy again. Because I can eavesdrop on the sound of TV programs, I just enjoyed the pleasure brought by TV. Bang, the door closed. Alas! If only I could watch TV. I am like a bird in a cage. I can't watch TV to my heart's content. It's a pity that I can't watch my favorite program with my father outside. A door cut me off from the world! At this time, I am worried about these nerve-racking homework, and my mind is full of desire to watch TV, so I have no intention to do my homework at all.

I put down my pen and thought about how to escape from this suffocating room, using drinking water as an excuse. No, I will be told by my father that I don't do my homework. What should I do? Let's read the novel and stop wasting time, but when I published this book, I hesitated again. What if my father comes to the door quietly and sees me reading a novel? Well, it's best not to read books or do homework. ...

This is the mood of my homework.

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