Pick oranges

In our long memory, there must be such a few unforgettable things, among which there may be happiness, anger, sorrow, happiness, but no matter how the process, how the outcome, we can find something from it. Of course, I was no exception.

It was a day after a rain, a small pool on the road in the sun shining with a bit of gold, the air is still wet, blowing, with a light sweltering. However, this does not affect my mood, I still as happy as ever, but more than before, because today I can go to pick oranges!

I was happy to come to the orange, see the small orange high hanging on the branches, and from time to time there are a few drops of crystal dew down the leaves, dripping on the orange skin, more and more against the orange lovely. I pulled my mother ran to the ticket office, the ticket to the inspector. The ticket inspector tore off one side of the ticket, opened the door and let us in.

Orange garden planted with orange trees, my mother and I carrying the basket, skipping shuttle between the orange trees, looking for big and full, full of fragrance of orange. "Sweet little orange, come quickly to my basket!" I call for the good oranges in a childish way. Look! Isn't that what we found? I carefully cut the orange with garden clippers before that branch, "splash" sound, a heavy orange fell into the basket. I picked up the orange from the basket and looked from side to side to admire my first achievement. "How sweet! I smell close, a fragrance followed, no trace of odor, full of natural breath. Come on! This is a good start, I must pick more than mother. Thinking of this, he quickly busied himself.

Time went by minute by second, and after a while, my mother and I agreed on the time. I looked at the basket full of a basket of oranges, satisfied to walk toward the direction of the summerhouse, mother also came from the other side, I immediately stared at the mother's basket look, ah! My mother also picked a basket full of oranges, as good as mine, and perhaps even better. I quickly ran to the stone bench and sat down, poured out the orange from the basket and counted: "one, two, three, four, five... Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-one!" I cried, I had picked so much! On one side of the stone table, my mother counted the number of oranges she had picked -- thirty-nine. Yeah! I said loudly to my mother: "Mom, I won!"

"Good girl, you are!" Mother is not sad, but a face of kindness, as if I won the game and feel happy, "now, we can start to eat oranges!"

"Let's go!" I first picked up an orange, wolfed up to eat up, have the trend of wind and clouds, I bite down, the other side of the juice will spray out, I tried a few times, found so, gradually feel fun, then bite, the other side is a big big big spray, bite one after another, never tired. Eventually, my mom put a stop to my "shameful food waste" behavior. So, I had to savor it. Peel off a clove, chew gently, and a stream of sweet and sour juice instantly melts in your mouth. After eating an orange, the mouth feels the sweet residue of orange.

Happy, happy, happy, beautiful. My mother and I had a wonderful day full of joy.

In life, there are many such things, the mood is also a variety of. However, I experienced the fun of hands-on practice in this orange picking activity, realized the truth of optimistic life, know that life should be positive, meet difficulties, setbacks to be optimistic, not worth the trip.