今天,爷爷挑着箩筐,带我去菜地里拔萝卜。我们来到萝卜地里,只见萝卜的长势十分喜人。绿油油的萝卜缨子下面露出小半截萝卜,就像一个个顽皮的孩子扎着可爱的冲天辫儿。这时,爷爷弯着腰已经开始拔了。看着爷爷毫不费劲地拔出一个萝卜,我的心也早就开始痒痒了。不管三七二十一,两手握着萝卜缨子就拔,可是任凭我怎么努力,萝卜就是纹丝不动,仿佛跟我作对似的。我使出吃奶的劲儿,猛地用力一拔,却“咚”地一下坐在了地上,手里 Today, my grandfather lifted a basket and took me to the vegetable field to pull radishes. We came to the radish field, saw the growth of radish is very gratifying. Green radish tassels below reveal a small half turnip radish, like a naughty child wearing a cute pigtail children. At this time, my grandfather bent already started pulling. Watching my grandpa pull out a carrot effortlessly, my heart has already started itching. Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, both hands hold radish Tassel pull, but despite my hard work, radish is motionless, as if with me for the same. I make the effort to eat milk, a sudden force, but “boom” to sit on the ground once, in hand