An 800 word narrative essay on summer vacation in high school 30

One day during the summer vacation, my father offered to take my mother and me to the loess vineyard to experience the fun of picking grapes by yourself. This morning, the clear sky was cloudless, and although it was a scorching heat, you could still feel a little cool. Dad drove me and my mom away.

I was in a very happy mood along the way, imagining what the vineyard was like with what I learned from books. After about an hour of driving, I saw that both sides of the road were full of stalls selling grapes, and the vineyards were one after another. We came to a vineyard.

As soon as the car stopped, I couldn't wait to be the first to jump out of the car, and when I looked around, the vineyards were so big! There were green vines everywhere, very different from what I imagined in the car. Mom and Dad got out of the car and we walked to the vineyard gate together.

At this time, the enthusiastic owner came up with a plate of grapes and said, "Try a few!" Mom said after tasting a few

Not bad, how much is it? "Three pieces of five! The owner said.

It's so expensive, let's change it! Mom said. So we went to another vineyard.

The vineyard was much larger than the one before, and the owner of the vineyard was hospitable enough to hold a bunch of crystal clear grapes for me to taste, and I hurriedly picked one and put it in my mouth, which was sweet and untiring. The owner gave us a basket and three pairs of scissors, and I wondered why I had to use scissors, not by hand. Dad said that because the grapes on the vine are picked by hand, it is not easy to separate them, and because the grapes that are ripe must be held by hand, otherwise it is easy to scatter the bunches of grapes.

When I walked into the garden, I saw a big wolf dog squatting outside the grape shed, helping the owner look after the garden. Walking under the grape trellis, I saw a grape trellis full of green grape leaves, but I didn't see the grapes, but there were many white paper bags hanging under the stems. Bunches of purple grapes hid inside, like shy little girls covering themselves with veils to prevent others from noticing.

I gently held the bag and pulled it out, so that its stem was exposed, and then cut it with scissors, and with a "click", a heavy bunch of grapes fell into my hand. Before I knew it, I had cut a big basket with my mother, and my heart was filled with the joy of success. Today, I have experienced the joy of picking grapes by myself, and at the same time, I have realized that labor also needs the guidance of knowledge, and only when I have a wealth of knowledge can I face all problems calmly.

Count in miles. There you have it.

I love it to death.