The golden loquats on the loquat tree are so dazzling! The following is "600 essays on picking loquats" compiled by me for your reference only. You are welcome to read it. Writing a composition about picking loquats 600 (1)

Summer is here, and the loquats are also ripe. Dad decided to take our family to an uncle’s house in the countryside to pick loquats.

I was sitting in the car, looking out the window, feeling very happy. My mind was filled with the scene of picking loquats. I was looking forward to getting to the countryside soon, but time seemed to be against me. So slow.

Finally arriving in the countryside, I suddenly became happy and rushed out of the car door impatiently. When I arrived at the backyard of my uncle’s house, rows of loquat trees appeared in front of us. Yellow loquats hang all over the branches, looking like lovely golden eggs among the dense green leaves. My saliva flowed straight to my stomach, and I couldn't wait to climb up the loquat tree, but my father stopped me. He said that there were a lot of hairs in the loquat tree, and it would be very itchy if it fell on me, so he told me not to pick it. So, I watched from the sidelines and felt really uncomfortable when I saw the adults picking hard things inside.

At this moment, a sister walked up to me and handed me a bag and said to me: "Let's go! Let's go pick loquats and see who picks more loquats." I suddenly I got excited and said, "Okay!" My father's words had long been forgotten.

The game has begun. I trudged up the tree and picked loquats just like I had imagined in the car, and I finally experienced this feeling for myself. Suddenly, I saw the biggest and yellowest loquat. I really wanted to pick it off! I stood on tiptoes and stretched out my hands to pick them, ah! Got it. I couldn't help but rub this loquat on my body, peel it off, put it in my mouth, and taste the loquat I picked by myself, ah! This loquat is so sweet. After a while, my sister came over and said, "Haha! You lose, I have already picked a full bag." I looked at the bag my sister was holding, ah! Full. I look at my pocket again, ah! Not half yet. This time I was convinced.

Back home. I suddenly felt itchy on my body. Only then did I remember what my father said to me. However, I was very happy picking loquats this time, as if I had grown up again. Composition 600 about picking loquats (2)

"When the guests come for tea, there is nothing left, and the tangerines are slightly yellow and yet sour." This is a poem by Su Dongpo in the Song Dynasty. The tangerines in the poem are loquats, a specialty of Suzhou.

Loquat is named because its leaves resemble pipa. It is also known as "honey pill" and "pipa fruit". Together with cherries and plums, it is also known as the "three friends among fruits".

Loquat is an evergreen small tree, up to 10 meters tall. There are downy hairs on the branches. The leaves are oblong with serrated edges. The upper surface is green or brown and smooth; the lower surface is covered with yellow. Covered with downy hairs, with prominent main veins and extremely short petioles. The flowers are white, with numerous and dense inflorescences, and a fragrant smell. There are downy hairs inside the petals and claws at the roots. This loquat flower is not like other flowers. It blooms in autumn and bears fruit in summer. Loquat fruit is soft and juicy, with sweet flavor and delicate flesh. The fruit season is in March and April every year.

Loquat trees have strong adaptability and can be planted in parks and courtyards. The loquats in Taihu Lake and Taihu Island in Suzhou are particularly good. Due to the high amount of water vapor and mist in winter, the loquat flowers are not harmed by the cold, so they bear fruit every year.

Finally one day, I was lucky enough to come to Taihu Lake with my parents to watch the trees full of fruits. I saw the golden fruits shining in the sun and shaded by green trees, crystal clear and full, making people salivate.

The beauty of loquats makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they also have many functions.

The loquat trunk has tough wood and can be used to make wooden combs, wooden sticks, etc.; the leaves and fruits can be used as medicine, and have the effects of clearing away heat, moistening the lungs, resolving phlegm and relieving coughs. In short, loquat is full of treasures.

Oh, by the way! Loquat is also rich in cellulose, pectin, carotene, malic acid, iron, calcium and vitamins A, B, and C. It can protect eyesight, keep skin healthy and moist, and promote children's physical development. The vitamin B17 contained in it, It’s also a nutrient that prevents cancer! It really deserves to be the “Crown of Fruits”!

The loquat tree has a beautiful shape. It is evergreen all year round, with luxuriant branches and leaves. It has fragrant flowers in winter and good fruits in summer. During the fruit season, the green leaves and golden fruits complement each other, which is really endearing and can be regarded as greening and beautification. , excellent fruit varieties.

I love loquats, and I love even more the farmers who work hard to grow loquats! Composition 600 about picking loquats (3)

The weather in June was very hot, and the high temperature of more than 30 degrees seemed to be roasting the earth. Because our Shenzhou Road Primary School was selected as the college entrance examination venue, the school had a five-day holiday.

In the past five days, our whole family has returned to our hometown. As soon as we arrived at our hometown, my sister saw several loquat trees, which were covered with yellow loquats. My sister and I were so excited and salivating that we wanted to rush up and eat some of them.

Unfortunately, the loquat tree was too tall. Even if we jumped, we couldn’t reach the loquat, so we were spinning around in a hurry. Just when we were helpless, grandma gave us several "treasures", including iron bars, wooden basins, scissors, and herringbone ladders. My brother and I took these "treasures" and ran happily to the loquat tree.

But I also found that there were many branches on the loquat tree, which felt like big caterpillars, which was very disgusting. The smart sister opened her backpack and took out disposable gloves. We put on the gloves and started the loquat picking competition. We sat astride the herringbone ladder and picked the nearby large loquats first, cutting them into large bunches. Soon we had picked all the loquats at the bottom of the tree. We pressed down the loquats in the middle with iron rods and then cut them with scissors. The sister is very agile, holding an iron rod and scissors to aim at the target. Seeing my sister picking so many loquats, I felt a little reluctant. How could a man lose to a "weak woman"? I plucked up the courage and climbed up the loquat tree, which made it easier to pick. One bunch after another, big and round loquats fell from my hands into the wooden basin. The loquats on the tree tops are bigger, and we all want to pick those big loquats through our own efforts. Maybe it took a long time to pick, and we were a little unable to do what we wanted. The iron rods no longer obeyed our hands. Both of us, my sister and my brother, shook our heads helplessly. Grandma looked at us from below and said, "You two can do it together. One person presses the branches and the other person cuts them with scissors." We followed grandma's suggestion and it turned out to be much easier, so we picked a lot more loquats. .

We picked three pots of loquats, cleaned them and started eating them. My sister and I said while eating: "These loquats are so sweet!" My sister said: "Today's harvest is really big. The work is very hard and the harvest is great. Happy!" I peeled a loquat and stuffed it into my mouth and said, "Persistence will lead to success, and teamwork is also important!" Grandma looked at us lovingly and said, "Finding the right method can get twice the result with half the effort. Use your brain before doing anything! "Writing about picking loquats 600 (4)

Everyone has experienced many things, some are happy and some are sad... Today I will share with you an interesting thing - picking loquats.

On this day, I took the loquat-picking artifact—a basket with an iron hook—and went to the mountains to pick loquats with my children.

It rained lightly yesterday. We walked step by step along the way and came to the long-awaited loquat forest. The bunches of yellow loquats were so tempting that we, the greedy cats, pounced on them together. Go up. Ah, it was so delicious. We picked a bunch and ate one, then picked another bunch and ate one, and we all had a great feast. What's the point of being a little chaffinch under a tree all the time? Classmate Zhang Hong grabbed it with both hands and kicked off his feet, and reached the tree. He also found a trunk to lean on and picked a few pieces slowly while not forgetting to stuff his mouth. As soon as we saw that the pioneers were enjoying the food, we were so anxious that we each found a "protagonist" to climb up and eat with gusto. Suddenly I heard a "pop" sound. When I looked up, I saw classmate Zhang Hong fell from the tree and was sitting on the ground in a daze. I was about to rush over when I saw him standing up calmly and patting himself. Butt burst out laughing. It turned out that he jumped down on purpose to remind everyone to pay attention to safety. Suddenly, I felt the branches under my feet sink. I thought something was wrong, so I grabbed the thick trunk next to me with both hands. Thank God, I didn't fall. It was a near miss! The companions laughed even harder.

After a morning of hard work, the baskets I brought were all full. I heard from my mother that since all the young people have gone to the city, it is very hard for the elderly at home to pick loquats, and many of them will rot. On the tree, we come here not only to experience the fun of picking, but also to help the farmer uncle.

We took our harvest and walked down the mountain step by step. What an interesting experience! Composition 600 about picking loquats (5)

There was a loquat tree in front of the old house when I was a child. If it had not died with the demolition, it would have been full of buds now...

< p> I stood on tiptoes hard and searched under the tree, "Grandma! Grandma!" Looking at my grandma who hurriedly ran after hearing my call, I excitedly pointed to the tree - the lush green loquat leaves were faintly exposed. A touch of brilliant gold - the flower of the loquat tree. The branches and leaves were swaying in the autumn wind and they were intoxicated. I stepped on the branches and climbed up the tree wearing slightly bulky clothes. A golden color came into my eyes. The small flower buds clustered together and flourished under the protection of the green leaves. growing.

I go to see the flowers of the loquat tree almost every day. It was still in bud yesterday, but it bloomed overnight. The small, jade-like petals embrace the golden stamens, and they are still clustered together. Looking from a distance, there is also a "thousand trees" The meaning of "Ten Thousands of Pear Blossoms". Loquat flowers are not fragrant, but I like to break off one or two branches and put them on the bedside, and accompany them into sweet dreams.

The flowers withered unknowingly and covered the ground under the trees. The green fruits were hidden in the green leaves, like shy and naughty children playing hide and seek. The whole family has also begun to pay attention to the loquat tree. From time to time, they come out to see if there are any birds coming to peck the fruit. Their eyes are full of joy and desire. The most lively time is the day of picking loquats. Neighbors will also come to help. Everyone works together and shouts loudly: "One, two, roar! One, two, roar!" The big loquats are shaking. After falling to the ground, I ran around, picking up the fallen loquats and throwing them into the basket. After picking up everything on the ground, I climbed up the tree again and happily picked the remaining loquats with my black hands. Each golden fruit danced a graceful waltz in the basket. "Plop, plop" I His heart beat rhythmically with the sweet sound of landing.

Grandpa and grandma were smiling from ear to ear. It was a good harvest again, and several baskets were full of fruits that looked like small lanterns.

Grandma brought the bags, filled them full and distributed them to the neighbors. "It is better to have fun alone than to have fun together," grandma always said. At this time of year, the scent of loquat comes from every household - loquat cake, dried loquat, loquat and white fungus soup, all are so tempting to the taste buds and memorable...

I looked downstairs and saw my garage. The loquat tree at the door has another golden color exposed, smiling brightly in the sunshine.