On Saturday, we agreed to go to the countryside to pick strawberries. Its so cold! As soon as I went out, I couldn't help but shiver. Although it is very cold outside, the cold wind cannot stop our enthusiasm for picking strawberries.
Along the way, we kept seeing farmers greeting us warmly. There were pots of red strawberries outside the greenhouses, making people look like they really wanted to take a bite right away. We picked a nearby shed to park the car. We lowered our heads and got into the greenhouse. The first thing we saw was the greenhouse full of strawberries hanging on the vine leaves, red, like cute little lanterns. I couldn't wait to pick up a box and pick it. I didn't know how to pick them at first, and the strawberries I picked were ugly. At this time, the aunt from the greenhouse came over and said to me: "Little classmate, it is wrong for you to pick it like this. Not only will it look ugly when you bring it home, it will not hold well and will break easily. You must pull out the roots and leaves together." As she said that, my aunt gave me a demonstration. She uprooted the strawberries in a neat movement. I didn’t expect that there is such a great knowledge in picking strawberries! After a while, I picked a full box. My waist was sore and my face was covered with beads of sweat. On the first scale, it weighed a full 5 pounds! I put a strawberry in my mouth and it tasted great. Looking at the fruits of my labor, although I am very tired, I feel happy.
After a day of experience, I felt the hardships of the farmers who work under the sun every day. They are not afraid of hardship or fatigue so that we can eat fresh vegetables and fruits. We must cherish their labor. As a result, they will have a bright smile on their faces.
