六年级上册英语第二单元周末作文不少于六句话
Eating freshly baked millet, sweet and soft noodles, and drinking the tea my father just made, the cozy feeling filled my heart instantly. This little chestnut brings back a
In the morning of the third day of the National Day holiday, we made an appointment to pick chestnuts in the mountains. The sky floated the continuous drizzle, we a group of a dozen people mighty to the outskirts of the departure, a line of people talking and laughing, very lively. Soon we arrived at the foot of the Mutianyu Great Wall of a farmhou, here grandma told us, after the mountain can pick up millet. I was excited to dance and thought, "pick up chestnuts, that is not easy, I want to pick up a few bags full back to do sugar fried chestnuts".
The adults quickly found the bag from the trunk, my friends and I turned to the uphill road and ran away. Looking up, full of millet trees at a glance, slippery narrow mountain road, winding upward extension, on both sides of the road is a den chestnut forest, I and my fri
ends disappeared into the sweet corn forest.
"Ouch", I screamed, my feet emed to be tied by something, I looked down, the ground covered with a big mouth is the whole body is a thorn brown ball, teeth and claws, they em to be warning me "you step on me". Through the pain, I lifted my foot and kicked away the pricking ball I was stepping on. At this time, I was surprid to find that three small heads emerged from the gaping hole of the prickle ball. This is not the chestnut I want to pick up. "Ah! I picked up the chestnuts, dad, quickly bring the bag over ", I was ecstatic, Shouting loudly, while reaching out to take the chestnuts out of the shell, yi! Just think of the scene was pricked feet, I had a brainwave, from the next tree from the inside to find a branch hard to beat the chestnut shell, soon, three full large and bright chestnut from the shell rolled out, my father heard the sound also rushed to my side, we picked up the three chestnuts into the bag.
Up the mountain, we hunched over chestnut shells with the branches we found, arching for "missing fish." Not to the top of the mountain, the day is about to get dark,
my waist tired fast straight up, face, body was bitten by veral large bags of mosquitoes, swollen and red and itching, looking at the hand carrying a small bag of chestnuts, at this time, I deeply realized the "grain is hard" the true meaning!
