When I was in class on the fourth floor of grade one, I saw the top of the tree every day, and the leaves rustled with the slow wind, as if chatting happily with people passing by. The second grade is on the third floor. When I see it in different parts, if I want to talk to it, I have to ask it to lower its head so that I can speak my mind. I'm in grade three now. In the corridor of the classroom outside the second floor, I can only have a spiritual conversation with us when I am free. We have always been like this. I meditate what I want to say in my mind, but it always stands there quietly, listening to my heart, swinging its branches enthusiastically from time to time, as if cheering for me and talking with it can make me happy.
In my campus, there are many flowers, plants and tall trees full of green, especially yezishu. Whenever my heart is overwhelmed by heavy schoolwork, just a glance can relax me. With it, I have a good time every day. In the past, present and future, our interaction is absolutely indispensable. We will always be friends and will not change until graduation.
2. Composition on the topic of a tree In China, people of insight have attached great importance to planting trees since ancient times, and they often equate "trees" with "nurturing people". Scholars love planting trees, and wherever they go, they should take the lead in planting trees, beautify the environment and benefit future generations, which is known as a much-told story.
In Europe, a successful man must accomplish three things in his life: writing a book, building a house and planting a tree. Later, it was interpreted as four things that a successful man must accomplish in his life: building a house, planting a tree, raising a child and writing a book.
As a city resident, are you ready for Arbor Day in the new year?
If you didn't seriously plant a tree for yourself before, please find a strong sapling immediately. It doesn't need to be expensive, but it should have tenacious vitality. Because you are a person, you should plant a tree for yourself according to the ancient way, so that your lofty aspirations can grow with the tree. I believe that one day, you and your lucky tree will grow into pillars together.
Arbor Day is coming, let's all plant a tree of our own, in the name of life.
3. Write a 200-word composition on the topic "There is such a tree". In a dense forest, there are all kinds of tall trees and low bushes. It was dawn, and suddenly laughter was everywhere in the silent forest. The golden sunshine is extremely warm, the leaves, grass and wetlands are fragrant, and the oriole has been laughing. Pigeons are also cooing; Crows whistle; Swallows also sing from time to time, and you can hear magpies playing with each other ... a beautiful forest bird chorus rings.
I am a swallow. There are colorful flowers, green grass, lush trees, clear streams and blue sky in the forest. I live a happy life with small animals every day.
But one day, human beings changed all this. It was an autumn, and the weather became cold. I'm going to the south for the winter. I will meet my friends, such as rabbits, squirrels and sparrows, to see you next spring. In the south, I always miss my friends, thinking that they will make quilts with bright green leaves, necklaces with bright flowers and desserts with red fruits to welcome me back in spring. ...
The following spring, I flew back to my hometown in the north without stopping in anxious to return. But when I got there, everything changed! There is no beautiful home, only bare stumps are left on the ground, and the sky is full of yellow sand. I called my friend anxiously, but there was no answer. I am tired and hungry, and I really want to find a tree to rest for a while, but there are no trees and branches on the ground to rest me. I have to fly forward. Suddenly, in the air full of sand, I found a small tree. I hurried to the tree. Strangely, the tree was still moving without branches and leaves. I rubbed my eyes fascinated by sand. It turned out to be an old man's crutch! I asked my grandfather anxiously, "Hello! Grandpa, what happened here? Where is the virgin forest? " Grandpa sighed and said to me, "Last winter, someone cut down all the trees here, and the strong wind blew the sand in the desert in the distance." Sandstorms often occur here because there is no forest to protect the wind and soil. It is no longer suitable for humans and animals to live in. Many people and animals have moved away, and I am ready to leave here. "
I finally realized that this was the result of human destruction of the environment, and I began to cry sadly. Humans should wake up, we should protect our common home, and don't turn human crutches into the last "tree" found by small animals.
4. The association of writing a 600-word composition tree with a tree as the theme
Many different trees are planted in our school.
Every tree has different shapes and branches, and the same tree has its own form, just like everyone's language. Although it has the same root, it is not the same. Trees grow in different places and shapes, some grow in the wilderness, some grow on barren slopes, some grow on cliffs, and some grow by the water; People's living environment is very different, and their writing style is naturally very different. Peach trees naturally laugh at the spring breeze, while poplar trees are full of pride; The weeping willows are naturally low and restrained, and the pine trees are vigorous and powerful ... There is a tall willow by the pool in our school.
Every time the light pace of spring comes to the world, everything recovers. Look! The willows in the spring breeze spread their yellow-green eyebrows. Willow branches are gray with numerous branches and leaves, and the leaves are olive-shaped. So many green leaves grow on the branches one by one, leaving no gaps. From a distance, it looks like a girl dressed in green is dressing up in front of the mirror. It's really "Jasper is as high as a tree, and there are ten thousand green silk tapestries in Liu Xia. I wonder who will cut the spring breeze in February like scissors!
A gust of wind blew, and some branches of willow hung on the water, as if shaking hands with the pool, and as if nodding to thank the pool for its moisture, so that it could thrive.
The big trees on the roadside stand upright in the breeze, stretching out their thick arms and embracing a green leaf. Ye Er is dark green, light green and dark green. Looking from a distance, it is deep and shallow, intertwined with a green vitality. Among the branches, several unknown birds are happily singing the melody of spring and playing happily. Perhaps the poet Bai Juyi said, "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at spring mud" is exactly such a scene.
In the storm, the root stuck tightly in the soil and did not dare to move; When exposed to the hot sun, the roots absorb water quickly and dare not stop; When the sandstorm came, the roots clung to the dry land and dared not let go. Why? Because the roots of trees are afraid of flowers, Ye Er and the cadres can't continue to grow happily because of its mistakes.
The trees on campus are really cute! It brings us endless happiness and grows with us. It is a beautiful scenery in the school. We should protect it well, let it flourish and live for thousands of years, and add more glory to our school.
5. Composition: Write about a tree on campus, using grass as a symbol of expression. Although ordinary and small, it has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of the storm, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up again!
I walked along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, lost in thought. ...
Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit!
As soon as spring comes, the grass will open its hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes people see the greatness of life.
Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to cover up all this and make people re-recognize and marvel.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers were destroyed, but the grass won with a force stronger than material strength ... After the storm, the flower trees changed, and only the grass stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain ... Because of this, they were worthy of the great poet's sentence, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they were tall again in the spring breeze."
I think: in the long journey of life, everyone will encounter bumps and bumps. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the dark clouds of despair will eventually disperse and the flowers of hope will bloom forever. I will never forget the newborn grass, and I will never forget my mother's smiling face full of expectation!
6. After a long time, I will have the idea that people are trees, probably because I have a unique feeling for trees.
Whenever I meet a tree, I can feel that my whole soul and spirit are closely connected with it. My hometown is in a small mountain village in the north of Hunan, which is a beautiful place.
There is a Taohua Mountain behind the house in my hometown, which is the highest and most magnificent mountain in our village. The trees on the mountain are big and lush. Next to the house is a bamboo forest, the phoenix tail hangs low, and the pond reflects the green hills, dreaming a beautiful dream all day.
Especially in spring, brilliant peach blossoms will bloom in the wind, making half the mountain show pink smiles. My home, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, bamboo forests and peach blossoms, is like a virgin sleeping peacefully in its infancy.
And the old banyan tree on the pond ridge is full of my childhood memories. It's like an old man that I respect and witnessed my growth.
What a lush, thick and lush old banyan tree it is. Dense branches and leaves such as umbrella crowns and thick roots, from a distance, the old banyan tree stretches out like a huge umbrella beside the pond. When the breeze blows, the old banyan tree will gently sing a song about his hometown.
The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the old banyan tree, painting mottled and magical light and shadow on the rippling blue waves, making the old house in my hometown look poetic. When I was a child, my father often pointed to the old banyan tree by the pond in front of my house and told me that it was planted by my great-great-grandfather's father. Your generation has been 200 years! Over the years, this old banyan tree has been waiting here, just like the patron saint of the family. Rain can't fall, thunder can't stop, insects can't rot, they are mighty and unyielding, and they are strong and resolute. It is also like a warrior in armor, which has withstood the wind and rain, lightning and electric shock, standing proudly in the wind, guarding the land of his hometown and never falling down.
Every time my father said this, his face was always dignified and awed. But at that time, I thought it was just an old banyan tree, taller and more lush than other trees at best.
But after all, the old banyan tree has become the sacred tree and ancestral treasure of the Xu family. It seems that he is the oldest, most qualified and most respectable elder in our family, and he has supreme glory and status in the whole family.
No one in the village dares to desecrate the old banyan tree. If any child dares to pee on the old banyan tree, he will be scolded loudly by his parents and even violently confronted. Then, the parents will certainly pull the child who has cried into tears to kneel under the old banyan tree, bow down to the holy tree and ask the old banyan tree for forgiveness and forgiveness.
The villagers dare not offend the old banyan tree and always regard it as a bodhisattva. Every holiday, the whole family should first give it some sacrifices such as wine and meat, and then put dozens of bird heads or bronze drum cannons and dozens of loud lightning whips.
Especially in the harvest year, the family slaughtered a sturdy cow, put it under the old banyan tree as a sacrifice, put some fruits and food on it, and presented three incense sticks to make the old banyan tree look more dignified and mysterious. In this breathtaking majestic and mysterious atmosphere, people pour wine, sing toast song, beat gongs and drums, stage their own programs, or sing and dance around the old banyan tree, laughing and laughing, just like celebrating the birthday of an old birthday girl in the village. The scene is so lively that even if the emperor comes down! When I was young, I often sat under the old banyan tree and looked at the rich food under the old banyan tree. I think: If I grow up to be such a sacred tree with so many delicious things, how wonderful and happy it would be! In particular, people's respect for the old banyan tree makes me envious.
I even thought: if I grow up, I can have the status and glory of the old banyan tree, what a pleasant thing it would be.
7. Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of a tree and a sky. In a trance, summer is like a beautiful but fully functional flower, which quietly blooms in the wind when spring dies. Spring and summer alternate, seemingly dull, but the sudden heat of the earth makes many people secretly angry, just like the arid land, which has not yet ushered in the cool and happy baptism of summer rainstorm. Many people linger in the mild drizzle in spring, and many people hope to return to the care of the warm sun in spring. However, there is another kind of beauty, which is full of sweetness under the summer sky.
In the wooded mountains, the sunshine falls from the cracks in the leaves, and it is intermittent, making this forest like a fairyland, dreamy like a fairyland and gentle like a fairyland. At the end of the forest, there used to be a small tree less than two meters. Its branches and leaves are so fragile that they will break when pulled by hand. Its trunk is so thin that it seems that a storm can destroy it. It comes from here. I decided that it was just a "waste" on a tree. However, it has been growing, bit by bit. A week has passed, and its growth height is almost negligible. However, still so persistent. However, while it is trying to grow up, a nightmare comes quietly, and that is winter.
It snows heavily in winter. In the past, there were dry trunks, bare branches, rotten leaves and snow everywhere in the Woods.
In the winter when the north wind is howling, who would have thought that the yellow leaves in late autumn would float down like English? Who would have thought that on the cold and rough branches, only crystal snowflakes sparkled in the sun? In fact, I have imagined that a small tree less than two meters high is struggling to survive in the cold winter. At this time, it must be clumsily swaying in the whistling north wind. Perhaps soon, the trunk, which is not as thick as a fist, will be destroyed and broken by the wind and snow. I am eager to visit that little tree.
As a result, to my great surprise, this small tree, which is less than two meters long, actually survived in the winter with thousands of miles of ice and snow in Wan Li. Its branches are covered with sparse cyan, and the ice and snow that have not completely melted are translucent. They stick to the branches and set off the new shoots more and more beautifully. The snow water slowly sliding down the roots and branches is swearing the passing of winter and the arrival of spring and summer, so the sky is getting bluer and the clouds are getting whiter. The sunshine is more and more dazzling, and life is more and more energetic.
Now, the tree is six meters high, and winter has passed. Its green shoots grow again in the spring breeze and sway in the Xia Feng. Recalling the dead branches and leaves in winter, how can I not be moved?
Suddenly, I woke up like a dream, and then I knew what supported this tree and supported the whole forest through the cold winter and heavy snow. This is an unforgettable mixture of stubborn perseverance and weedy temperament.
Through the sunshine among the leaves, it is so gentle and warm. At this moment, I am actually thinking, is this little tree happy to see the recovery of the earth, touch the warm sunshine and smell the fragrant flowers? I looked up at the tree covered with green leaves. In a trance, I didn't seem to know the little tree less than two meters high.
I wrote it myself, please don't copy it! !
8. Ask for an essay entitled "The Tree in My Heart".
A tree slowly grows a bud from a seed. It is so weak, floating in the wind and rain. Let the wind and rain tease. The tree grew up and its leaves became tough. Leaves are as lush as thousands of big green umbrellas. This strong tree, once again facing the wind and rain, just needs to shake its shoulders.
The towering trees also fell in the sound of the woodcutter's axe; Also reduced to ashes in the raging fire; I also died of wasting away in a short time. Trees die in batches for various reasons, and so on. Only it-this strong tree has been alive. It doesn't know how many times its leaves are green, how many rings there are, and how many times the sky is white. All the birds around are old and dead, only the wind is still young. Whenever the wind passes under the branches and leaves of a tree, it always stops at its heel. It tells the story of the past, so that the tree is no longer lonely and feels a warm current coming to its heart.
The tree is still growing slowly and the skin is getting harder and harder; There are fewer and fewer leaves. During the day, the sun is like fire, and the scorching sun bakes the trees; At night, in the dark night, the beautiful moon never gives the tree a glimmer of light. The tree feels that it is the most humble, pitiful and incompetent tree in the world! How it wishes to be as red as a new tree! Birds think big trees are immortal, so they fly to new branches to sing and play. Trees have to live alone.
One day, workers from the construction team came here to build a community, and the remaining new branches fell down one by one with the sound of an axe. It's time to cut down this big tree. The engineers of the engineering team cut down eight axes, but the tree was still intact, so the uncles of the engineering team had to leave the big tree as a landscape. The tree survived again.
When the community is built, the old people enjoy the cool and chat under the tree, and the children play hide-and-seek under the tree. Everyone regards trees as their own amusement park.
..... three years have passed in the blink of an eye. An archaeologist came to this community and found that this tree was an ancient tree planted by Liu Che, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, thousands of years ago, so he surrounded it. People can only look up and admire from a distance and regard trees as ancestors. In this way, the big tree has become the pride of people in the community.
From then on, the tree understood that the value of his life lies in survival.