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That smell reminds me of my composition.
I still miss the taste of eating watermelon in summer vacation. The cool feeling at the entrance makes me relaxed and memorable.

In the early morning, when it was still slightly bright, my grandparents got up, because when the weather was not hot, they helped the crops to loosen the soil and water them. But this time is different. Grandpa said that when the watermelon is ripe, you can pick it and eat it at home. You know how happy it is to eat watermelon in summer. How cool!

I got dressed, took the water my grandmother prepared for us, put on the straw hat my grandfather made for me, and set off for the watermelon field. I danced towards the watermelon field, and soon I saw the watermelon in a green robe, which smelled of summer under the dew in the morning. I can't wait to get in. I'm anxious when I look at grandpa's slowness. Trying to push grandpa forward, grandpa looked at me and smiled. Finally, grandpa opened the gate of the fence in the field. I rushed in excitedly and looked at the watermelon in front of me. I wish I could take them all home. But grandpa said that only one ripe watermelon can be picked, and you should eat it slowly, one a day. Eating too much will cause diarrhea. I have to choose watermelon reluctantly. I looked at the watermelon in front of me as if it were ripe. Grandpa looked at me and said it was unfamiliar. I can't help wondering how grandpa knew that the watermelon was not ripe. Grandpa told me that we should not only look at the beauty of appearance, but also understand his inner nature. It's incredible to watch grandpa knock at the door in front of the watermelon and look at the pattern to make sure that the watermelon is ripe.

When we got home, it was already noon. I can't wait to eat watermelon. Grandpa soaked it in the well and said it was more delicious. Finally, it's time to eat watermelon. I looked at the red watermelon and bit it down. My mouth is cold, and I feel that it is not so hot in summer. I still miss the taste of watermelon in summer, which is the source of my happiness all summer. I love watermelon, and the smell still echoes in my mind. I like watermelon in summer.

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