板栗成熟了,舅舅问我和表妹去不去山上打板栗。我们异口同声地回答:“当然去!”舅舅拿一根长竹竿、背个背篓。我和表妹一人拿一个铁夹,上山打板栗去。一路上,我们哼着歌,偶尔停下来看路边的野菊花,不知不觉到了打板栗的地方。哇,漫山遍野都是板栗树!站在一棵板栗树下往上看,树上挂满了无数个小刺球。舅舅告诉我们,这种球就是板栗球。板栗球上长着密密麻麻的刺。那些刺看起来又短又细,但是你只要稍微碰一下,就会疼得要命。 Chestnut mature, uncle asked me and my cousin to go to the mountains to play chestnut. We reply in unison: “Of course! ” Uncle took a long bamboo pole, back a basket. My cousin and I took an iron clip, go up the mountain to play chestnut. Along the way, we humming songs, and occasionally stopped to see the roadside wild chrysanthemums, unwittingly playing chestnut place. Wow, all over the mountains are chestnut trees! Stand up under a chestnut tree, the tree covered with numerous small spines. Uncle told us that this ball is chestnut ball. Chestnut ball with dense thorns. The spines look short and thin, but with a little touch, you feel terrible.