Fruit store people quite a lot, but say pretty much the same thing, are too expensive, the next I collected the description of the fruit store prose, welcome to read view, I hope to help you.

Prose describing the fruit store a

The hottest days, the whole street of the hemp stone pavement steaming hot.

The counters of the fruit store on the street were rather unusual; they were made into a slanting surface, separated by wooden bars into several frames of the same size, in which some skinny peaches, and some lime-green sour apples lay, as if they were lying on a barren hillside. The clerk of the fruit store was a kindly looking young girl who always kept her post quietly, but who would run to the fruit store to buy those unpopulable fruits just because she was nice? People thus habitually ignore the significance of fruit in the summer, they pass the lonely fruit store and the lonely shopgirl, and go to the candy store by the bridge, the candy store of three middle-aged women behind the counter all year round, noisy, and brusque attitude towards people, one of the women has an ugly scar on the corner of the eyebrow, the child walked in when she asked you in a hoarse voice, what to buy? And the scarred man opens his mouth wide and asks, "What's that?". But even so the candy store is still a place the town loves in the summer.

The candy store's cooler has been in use for years, and it rumbles with joy every summer. A chalkboard sits on the cold drink cabinet with the cold drink varieties: adzuki bean lollipops for four cents, cream lollipops for five cents, ice bricks for 10 cents, and sodas (without the bottle) for eight cents. When the clerk angrily opens the lid of the cooler in the summer, removing a piece of the cotton mat, the child sticks his head out to look at the cold drinks neatly arranged underneath the mat, and sees that there are very few adzuki bean lollipops left, while there are plenty of creamsicles and ice-bricks left, which are enviably shielded from the heat and stay in the cold mist. The child understands this phenomenon, and it's not that creamsicles and ice bricks are unpopular. It was mainly that they were blamed for a few cents in price. The child carefully removed a corner of the lollypop paper to see if the lollypop had a lot of adzuki beans, and received a reprimand from the shopgirl, who said, "What are you looking at? She said, "What are you looking at? It's all made by machine, who else would intentionally bully you? All you know is to eat lollipops all day long, eat lollipops, eat to the stomach are frozen! The child sucks a lollipop in his mouth, holds a lunch box in his hand, and runs desperately through the streets on a hot afternoon, the lollipop in the lunch box crashing in a lang, and the poisonous sunlight threatens the fragile life of the lollipop, so the child knows that he has to run home as fast as possible, so that his family can enjoy a complete icy pleasure.

On the hottest days, when the entire street's sisal pavement is steaming hot, and one walks down the street and feels that the road underneath the plastic sandals is about to burst into flames, and one's hand touches the wall of a house on the side of the road, and the wall is hot, and one walks down the street and suspects that all the people in the world have been heated to the point of fainting, and there is something like a wheezing sound in the searing air that drifts in and out of earshot, if at all. The rakish, loud-voiced, no-nonsense residents kept their mouths shut as they lay on their bamboo chaise lounges fighting the heat, forgetting civility and courtesy because of the heat, and in their quest for ventilation, lying on all fours by the door facing the street, with their big mouths wide open, snoring intermittently, unaware that the fan in their hands had fallen to the ground, and that the legs of their athletic pants were so fat that they exposed the manly confidences of their men. The cable radio was on as usual, and the commentator was talking about the wonderful part of Wu Sung's drunken fight with Jiang Men Shen, but they were still snoring and sleeping, treating people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has undergone a welcome change, the sun from the whole line of attack into the regional defense, the streets of the houses to take advantage of their own height to create a "38 line", "38 line" gradually moving, one side of the line is hot and On one side of the line there is heat and light, on the other coolness and darkness, and the pedestrians walk very snobbishly in the dark shade. This reminds us of the North Korean movie "The Fate of Jinji and Yinji" which is being shown in the cinema. Those people cried and wept over the tragic fate of Yinji at the "38th parallel", but in the summer they chose the route without sunlight and preferred to hide in the darkness of Yinji.

The sun sets in the summer is so difficult, but it is going to set, summer vacation children pay attention to the movement of the sun, just to lose no time to jump into the moat early, enjoy the summer gives `the greatest joy. Boats of all kinds that sail across the river at dusk are careful, for at such times all over the city, on the wharves, on the roofs, in the windows and doorways, there is a chance that a boy may give a yell and plunge into the river, and they even have to watch out for those watermelon rinds floating on the surface of the river, for some of them are the bathing caps of the children who are swimming in the river, and those pesky children, who have half a watermelon rind on their heads, go to grab at the incoming and outgoing boats by the anchor chain, and they played with the water and loved their strength, and they asked the boatmen to take them up or down the river to swim.

So the mothers who stood washing on the stone ports saw their most feared scene, their children grasping the anchors in their hands, following the barge on the river to ride the waves, and in a moment they were out of sight, and the mothers shouted their voices, and what was the use? When night comes, people use the streets as open-air eateries, and many people move their dinner tables to the street, where adults and children sit with their mouths full of food, watching the latecomers pass them by on their bicycles. You eat in the street, inevitably cheaper than some nosy old women, there are some old women love to observe what other people's families eat today, the old woman hand a handful of koi gardens, in the street between the dinner table fixed walk stop, she felt that every table is full of business. What do you want to eat? She asked. The housewife said, there is nothing to eat, salted fish, fried dried radish. The old woman said, there is nothing to eat, salted fish is not good? It was getting dark, the street residents are almost all in the street, some people cut the watermelon, the family's head gathered around a broken basin, everyone orderly spit out the seeds of the melon into the basin, some people's family table delayed because the child has not yet returned, and then the child came back, wet body. The irritated father asked his son, Where have you been? The child said impatiently, swimming, don't you know? The father then stared at his son's developing body and said, "Where did the gondola go? The son said, Rikou.

The father's eyes were so angry that they almost burst out, let you do not hang the boat and you hang the boat, you want to die ah? In this way when the father's in the street rewarded his son with a resounding slap, the left and right neighbors naturally gathered around. Some voices are angry, some voices don't know what to say, some voices are serious, some voices with a mournful cry, they inevitably intertwine, clamor up, even if it is far away from the place can hear such a rich and muffled voice, so some people to this side of the rush to run, some people still in the hands of the bowl of rice, they run in this way, the heat of the summer will be in the night to find its vitality.

Prose describing the fruit store two

When I was a child I loved to eat fruit, my mother often went downstairs to the supermarket to sell fruit to me. Once when I finished eating a guava began to diarrhea, mom cut the other guava to see, it turned out that there are a lot of worms inside is cackling to drill, mom was stunned, as if these worms drilled into the mother's heart, mom regretted not to go to the regular fruit store to buy fruit.

In order to let me eat the fruit of the future assured that mom decided to open a fruit store, the name of the store is called "small tree fruit store. From that day onwards, I went to the fruit store every day to help, in fact, I want to take advantage of my mother did not pay attention to the store to eat the fruit, every time when I eat the fruit after stealing the heart will have a kind of indescribable happiness.

Once I went to the store to steal a few grapes, on a whim, I took the grape seeds home to plant, thinking: "I'll never have to steal my mom's fruits again, I'm going to plant fruits for my mom to eat." I told my mom excitedly about this, and she nodded with relief and smiled happily, saying, "Our family tree has grown up." A week has passed, but the grapes are slow to germinate, just when I want to give up hope, the grapes miraculously grew out, at that moment I was very happy.

From then on, my life will add a fun, after studying, as long as there is time to look at the window of the vine, every time I see him will feel that he has grown a lot taller. Spring and fall, summer and winter, the small tree carrying our family's hopes grew day by day, not realizing that the grapevine has been full of branches and leaves around the opening of the pink flowers, the second summer we would like to eat the grapes planted by the family is very happy, although the grapes are a little bit sour, but the heart is sweet and joyful. Look at the tree on the crystal grapes, my heart don't mention how happy, in addition to seeing the fruits of their labor, the most important thing is to be able to do a little bit of things for the family, and the mother's face shallow smile more let me feel incomparable pride.

Later, I was surprised to find in the book, in fact, the grape seeds will not germinate, the heart of the confusion, I was in the vine next to the quiet stunned, puzzled, then my father came to me as if to see my mind with a calm tone, said: "In fact, this is the grapes of your mother to help you plant." I was very touched, my mom's support and care for me was like a force that had been accumulated for a long time and surged into my heart at that moment, and I felt the warmth of spring in the cold winter weather. I picked a grape and put it in my mouth, the warmth of the feeling is more and more thick, I seem to see the back of my mother in the fruit store, the back of the mind again appeared in my childhood mom handed me fruit to eat the scene.

In fact, when my mom planted the grapes at that moment, but also in my heart buried the seeds of love, this love with the passage of time, like a small tree in my heart thrive, azure shade.

Good news, good news, the white rabbit's fruit store opened! The White Rabbit's fruit store is different because it is a big car with shelves full of fruit and all kinds of little machines.

On the first day, the White Rabbit took his fruit store to the forest. The cute father squirrel then smiled and said to the white rabbit, "Hello, white rabbit boss! May I ask if you have any apples in your fruit store?"

The next day, the White Rabbit opened his fruit store on a dirt slope. At that moment, a little piggy came sweating, "Do you have watermelon here?"

"Yes." The white rabbit smiled and said, "Let me pick you a big one so you can quench your thirst."

The white rabbit picked a big, green, round watermelon, put it into a watermelon slicer, pressed the button, and with a click, a piece of watermelon, sliced as big as it was, fell into a basin.

Piglet happily held the watermelon while eating and said, "Wow, do not have to gnaw the skin, really convenient."

On the third day, the white rabbit opened the fruit store next to the creek. Across the creek there was an elephant shouting at the white rabbit, "I want to buy bananas." The white rabbit hurriedly brought a fruit launcher from the store. The elephant saw the fruit launcher and cried out in fear, "Wow, you want to shoot a cannon at me!"

The white rabbit hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, this is not a cannon, but a fruit launcher." The elephant listened to the white rabbit's explanation heart to calm down. "Uncle Elephant, open your mouth quickly, I'm going to prepare to launch the banana." The elephant just opened his mouth wide and a banana shot into the elephant's mouth. The elephant said happily, "I don't need to cross the river to eat such delicious bananas, now the technology can be really developed ah, there is such a magical and convenient machine."

Now, the white rabbit fruit store every day there are a lot of small animals to its fruit store to buy fruit, so business is very red hot.

Prose describing the fruit store IV

The big white goose opened a fruit store, and people came and went every day, and the store was red-hot. Finally one day ...... he had a sudden idea that it was too hard for him to do it alone, so he wanted to hire a shopkeeper to help. Hire notice due to the store business is booming, turnover rose, neighbors extremely supportive of the store, the owner of the store a person feel some overwhelmed, so specially hired a clerk to help sales. Requirements: hard-working, courteous, honest and generous; salary negotiable.

Big White Swan fruit store owner Big White Swan on the first day, the little panda to apply for employment. Great White Goose let him go to wash fifty fruit baskets, who knows, less than ten minutes, he came out. "Are you done washing?" The big white goose asked. "......" "Why don't you say anything?" The little panda still did not answer. The Great White Goose went in and saw that the fruit basket had only been washed less than ten, so he shook his head, waved his hand like the Little Panda, and handed him a slip of paper--disagreeing. Then many people looked at the little panda and asked for the result. The little panda pointed to the note in his hand, lowered his head, and left in frustration. Many more applicants then came for interviews, but they all fell through. After a long time, when the big white swan was disappointed, there was finally a shopkeeper who satisfied him - the giraffe. The next day, a familiar customer came to buy fruit, the white rabbit. The giraffe came with a 90-degree bow and took her to the strawberry fruit basket. The little white rabbit was a little surprised and asked, "How do you know I love strawberries?" "As a qualified shopkeeper, you should know the needs of every customer." "You are really a good shopkeeper!" The white rabbit appreciated.

After that, every customer came, the giraffe was so warm, and courteous hospitality. In the evening, the giraffe suddenly said to the white goose, "I'm sorry, store manager, I want to quit." "Why? Is it too tiring? I can lighten your workload. Or are you underpaid? I'll raise your salary!" "No, no, store manager, the problem isn't you, it's ......" "What's so hard to tell, just tell me!" "I ...... felt a pain in my neck when I was off work, so I went to the hospital to have a look, and the doctor said that my neck muscles were seriously strained, and that I should try not to move around for a month, or it would lead to more serious consequences." "Well, you go and rest." The great white goose said sadly and with some sympathy. On the third day, a fox came to apply for the job, the big white goose did not even think about letting him be a clerk, but, since the fox as a clerk, the fruit on the shelves is decreasing day by day ...... Soon after, the big white goose said to the fox that he had to go out to buy goods, so that he would look at a little bit, and then returned to the back of the warehouse from the secret door and secretly watched. As expected, he did not expect, the fox immediately went into the warehouse to steal food up, when the big white goose picked out is after his mouth is still holding a banana ...... The big white goose fruit store's turnover continues to decline, and finally reluctantly closed the door ......