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　　Spring is coming, my grandmother four acres of cotton seed.

　　Summer vacation, I went to the cotton field, cotton green stem grow some many branches, like appered in flies, green leaves are like the palm of your hand, leaves pale pink and pale yellow on the flowers, very beautiful. I picked up a few pieces of fallen petals, made a bookmark, clip into the book.

　　After half month, cotton flowers wither away gradually, soon grow out of the bolls. Bolls of emerald green, with small north. They are very cute, some bolls of his head, curiously looked this beautiful world, some like a shy girl, head into the green leaves, refused to come out.

　　Gradually, cotton mature, full of bolls of cracked lips, white cotton drill out from the inside, like clouds, touch the soft.

　　One weekend, I and grandpa“s grandmother to the fields to pick cotton. See the white cotton, I use hand gently knead, slowly being pulled, I picked cotton was, that soon picked a big bag. Looked at his hand picked cotton, my mood is soft than cotton, also comfortable.

　　Grandma told me that the cotton can do cotton-padded clothes, quilts, can also make the cotton textiles, its use is very big, I“m more like cotton.