Fiction logo

Orange picking

by Test 2 months ago in Short Story
Report Story

In our long memory, there must be so many unforgettable things, which may have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, but no matter how the process, how the ending, we can find something from it, something to feel.

In our long memory, there must be so many unforgettable things, which may have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, but no matter how the process, how the ending, we can find something from it, something to feel. Of course, I have not been an exception.

It was a rainy day, a small puddle on the road in the sun shining with a bit of golden light, the air is still humid, pounding, rolled with a faint stifling heat. However, this did not affect my mood at all, I was as happy as ever, but even more so than before, because today I could go pick oranges!

I arrived at the orange field with great joy and saw the tiny oranges hanging high on the branches, with a few drops of crystal dew flowing down the leaves and falling on the skin of the oranges, which made them more and more lovely. I dragged my mother to the ticket office and gave the ticket to the ticket inspector. The ticket inspector tore away one side of the ticket (the side ticket) and opened the door to "let" us in.

The orange grove was full of orange trees. My mom and I carried the basket we received and jumped from tree to tree, looking for big, full, fragrant oranges. "Sweet little orange, come to my basket!" I called out somewhat childishly to the good oranges. And voila! Didn't I find one right here? I carefully cut the branch in front of the orange with my garden shears, and with a "puff", a heavy orange fell into the basket. I picked the orange up from the basket and looked to my left and right to admire my first achievement. "It smells good!" I came closer to smell it, and a fresh fragrance followed, without a trace of odor, full of natural scent. Go for it! This is a good start, I must pick more than my mother. I think so, and then I get busy quickly.

The time passed by, and in a short while, the time I agreed with my mom was up. I looked at the basket full of oranges and walked in the direction of the gazebo with satisfaction. My mother also picked a basket full of oranges, not far behind mine, maybe even more so. I rushed to the stone bench and sat down, poured the oranges out of the basket and counted them: "One, two, three, four, five ...... thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-one!" I exclaimed, I had picked so many! And on the other side of the stone table, Mom counted out the number of oranges she had picked - thirty-nine. Yay! I said out loud to my mom, "Mom, I won!"

"Good girl, you're great!" Mom was not sad, but had a kind face, as if she was also happy that I had won the competition, "Now, we can start eating the oranges!"

"Let's go!" I grabbed an orange first and gobbled it up, with the momentum of the wind, I took a bite, the juice on the other side spurted out, I tried a few more times, and found that every time, gradually feel fun up, they will bite a big mouth, the other side also a big spray, bite after bite, and enjoy it. Eventually, my "shameful waste of food" action was stopped by my mother. So I had to savor it. When I peeled a flake and chewed it gently, a sweet and sour juice instantly melted in my mouth. After eating an orange, the sweetness of the orange remained in my mouth.

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

In life, there are many other things like this, and there are many different moods. However, I experienced the fun of doing it myself in this orange picking activity, realized the truth of an optimistic life, knew to be positive and optimistic when encountering difficulties and setbacks, and it was not a wasted trip.

Short Story

About the author

Test

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2022 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.