小学五年级英语作文范文亲人的小时候 My parents spent their childhood in the countryside, and the mountains were their playground, where they had fun. Thanks to this, they can eat the delicious food in the mountains all year round. And today, they plan to take me to experience one of their childhoods, picking wild fruits and tasting the gifts of nature. We took our little baskets and went out. In the car, I asked curiously, "What kind of wild fruits are we going to pick?" My mother laughed and said nothing, while my father sold off: "I will give you a puzzle, and the answer is the wild fruit we are going to pick today. The name of the fruit, the mystery is Ya sheng." I blurted out without hesitation: "Mencius!" Dad said, "Yes, we call this wild fruit 'Mengzi' in local dialect, but its scientific name is raspberry, and it grows on trees. Our name is raspberry." Soon, we arrived at our destination, and my mother pointed to a mountain ahead and said, "This is where we picked 'Mong zi' today." I was dumbfounded, thinking it was on the flat ground Picking wild fruits, I didn't expect to climb the mountain, and fell into their trap... I want to cry but have no tears! My parents seemed to have read my mind and snickered. Climbing up the mountain along the steep mountain road, I was once again stunned. As long as the place within sight along the way, there are "dream sons" dotted everywhere, and the red fruits are dotted in the green grass, so bright and eye-catching. mouth drooling with greed. The unhappiness just now has been thrown into the clouds by me, and I quickly picked up the 'Mengzi', stabbed the thorn in my hand, and tripped me over the stump, all of which could not resist my enthusiasm for the 'Mengzi'!But my parents saw my embarrassed appearance and made me stand in the middle of the road. They picked the "dream son" and put it into my basket.At this time, I was not idle. I stuffed the "Mengzi" into my mouth and squeezed them again and again with the tip of my tongue and upper cavity. A sweet juice penetrated into my taste buds, and then I chewed them., while shaking the tongue, mash the pulp thoroughly and swallow it.It turns out that the delicacy of my parents’ childhood is also a delicacy to me.After more than an hour of picking, our baskets were full of "dream sons". Of course, for these "victory results", we also paid a small price. My mother's arm was scarred, and I was bitten by mosquitoes a few times.With a big bag, Dad decided to go home.On the way down the mountain, there was a small episode. Because it was too slippery, my mother and I fell one after another, and my butt was covered with mud, but we were very happy, laughing and laughing all the way. 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/abc87024a46e58fafab069dc5022aaea998f413b.html