When I was young, um - about three years old, something happened that was both irritating and funny.
That day, my mother said: "Lets go pick strawberries. The strawberries in Qingyuan just happened to grow!" I just wanted to see what the strawberries looked like, and she kept saying: "Okay! Great!" .
Along the way, I jumped around like a monkey, with a smile on my face and I was very happy.
In a blink of an eye, we are here. I couldn't wait any longer, so I hurriedly put on my gloves, took a pair of good scissors, brought a basket, and ran into the field with a rush. The short, clustered strawberries were so beautiful.
I saw the first strawberry in my life: I pulled out a medium-thick vine from a pile of strawberry leaves, with four or five small leaves on it, and a vine covered with small dots on the bottom. Strawberries with red top and green bottom. It must be a fruit, I thought, so I...
So I threw it on the ground with a bang, and then trampled the strawberry to pieces with a bang, and a stream of water immediately flowed out of the ground. "Blood", accompanied by red residue.
After a while, "blood" flowed into a river on the ground. After hearing the news, my mother came over and asked: "Peipei, Mom wants you to pick strawberries, what are you doing?" I said in confusion: "Am I stepping on strawberries!?"
The air solidified. , but it suddenly exploded in less than 2 seconds, and my mother was laughing so hard. "I asked you to pick strawberries with your hands, why are you stepping on them with your feet?!!!" A burst of laughter.
"Ah!?" Thats it!
