On a March weekend in Yangchun, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was exceptionally clear. Our family of three drove to Dawei to pick strawberries.
The car drove to the suburbs, where there was a breath of spring everywhere. The trees on both sides of the road have sprouted green branches and leaves, swaying in the breeze, as if they are nodding and bowing to us. The flower is even more charming. Red peach blossoms, yellow rape blossoms, white pear blossoms... are blooming in competition, some are fully opened, like childrens faces; some are in bud, like small lanterns; and some are just flowers, like a Every little bean is gathered together to form a world of flowers. A breeze blew gently, and the faint fragrance came to the nostrils, which was refreshing and refreshing.
After more than half an hour of journey, we finally arrived at our destination. Seeing the endless strawberry fields, I couldn't wait to get out of the car and walked into a strawberry field as fast as I could. "Wow, there are so many strawberries here!" I shouted in surprise. These strawberries are covered with a film. The film is like an amiable mother, covering these red babies tightly for fear that they will catch cold. I carefully opened the soft film and found that the strawberries inside were big and red, like rubies. I looked at them and couldn't help but take them all off at once. When my mother saw my anxious look, she taught me how to distinguish good strawberries from bad ones. I followed my mothers method and picked with great enthusiasm. After a while, I picked a whole basket. Later, I went to the river to play with a few children, enjoying the happiness and joy of this spring.
When our family of three drove home, I thought: This must be the most delicious strawberry in the world.
