【正文】 ter. I held the small sapling tightly in one hand and cultivated soil for the sapling with a shovel in the other hand. I planted the small sapling right first. I bent over, bent my feet and held a small spade in my hand. I was continuing to cultivate soil for the young trees one by one. Fill and fill, the soil in the tree pit is full, and the saplings have stood firmly. I released my hand, stepped on the soil with my feet, and then slowly poured the water into the soil. The water slowly seeped in, and the little saplings straightened their waist, as if saying to me, “thank you, I will thrive and grow into a towering tree!”　　I straightened up and looked at the pure. I saw her digging the soil with a shovel and shovel and digging a hole with a spade. Then, with a shovel in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand, she first planted the tree in the pit, then spade it to the ground, then poured the water on the roots of the seedlings, so that another tree was good.　　We were both in full swing, panting and flushed with fatigue. After about an hour, we all finished our planting task. We found a big stone and sat down and looked at the small saplings we planted by ourselves. I was really happy!　　On a beautiful spring holiday, my father and I participated in a voluntary tree planting activity with their unit.　　After the car bumped on the road for more than two hours, we came to a wasteland. On the bare sandy land, there are several unknown small trees. After taking a few steps, you will leave behind a string of small pits you stepped on. A gust of wind blows, and the rolled up dust will rush at you with its head and face no wonder you want to plant trees!　　Labor began. My father and I dug a pit together, but the ground was not hard, but we just dug out a shovel of soil, and the surrounding sand poured into the pit as agreed in advance, filling the newly dug place again. Again and again, again and again, the sand always runs into the pit. What shall I do? I stamped my feet in a hurry, and sweat soon soaked my underwear.　　At this time, my father straightened up, wiped his sweat and said, “l(fā)et’s shovel the floating sand on the surface to one side first, expose the wet soil, and then dig a hole.” This method is really effective. In a short time, we dug several pits. Looking at the piles of new soil dug up by us, I couldn’t help picking up a handful and smelling the refreshing fragrance. It’s really “it’s not a flower, because there’s a faint fragrance”!　　I put down the shovel and carried a tree seedling from the side of the car, and put it into the pit to bury the soil. Dad said quickly, “don’t worry, we should align the tree with the trees around and back, so that they can grow up to be a windshield.” “Dad, you know so much.” I nodded in admiration.　　Looking at the rows of small trees planted, it seems that there is an endless forest in front of me. The green branches and leaves shake hands and say hello to each other in the wind. The flowers and plants of “all kinds of red and purple fight Fangfei” in the forest are also smiling at the blue sky and white clouds with their faces up　　Spring is ing and the sun is shining. Father, mother and I decided to plant trees together. We bought some necessary tools for planting trees from the flower and bird market: shovel, bucket, fertilizer and small saplings.　　We chose a good day with clear sky and cloudless sky. That day, my father took a few small saplings, my mother carried two buckets full of water, and I came to an open space downstairs with a big shovel to start planting trees.　　We began to plant the first tree. I picked up the shovel and dug a small hole. Eh, I can’t dig. I must have exhausted my strength. I tried my best to feed, but the soil still didn’t move. The soil is so hard. Dad kept lau