Jujube

When I was a small girl,

I like to eat jujube In winter,

With my grandma and friends,

Went to the fields in November.

Taking small begs in our hands,

All eat first to pluck the branch bents

Among thrones sweet and sour,

We all want to grab more and more.

While plucking it, thrones prick,

In to our hands, make scratches,

Give pain, but it can't prevent us,

To eat tasty jujube with happiness.

Then went to the other bushes,

On the muddy way and near canal,

Collect more to bring home to all, as

Everybody wants to eat in this season.

It would be Sunday morning as

We all planned, after eating all tired

And weary ,sit near green field,

Inspite of tiredness feeling delighted.