About writing a tree composition 1 I am a tree, I am a happy tree. I enjoy the cool for everyone in the square. Seeing that others are tired of playing, I come to enjoy the cool. After a while, I was very happy to see their happy backs after enjoying the cool. For them, I want them to grow more luxuriantly and give them more shade, so that those who are hot can come under me to enjoy the cool, and they will not be so hot. I am a useful tree. I can absorb a lot of carbon dioxide, release oxygen and absorb a lot of toxic gases in one day and turn them into gases that are beneficial to us. I can stop the mountain from splashing, but my strength is limited. I still hope you can plant more trees and let them protect this mountain with me!
Don't make him angry about the heavy rain, okay? In the desert, I can prevent the invasion of sandstorms and block the wind and rain. In order to reduce oasis desertification, we should turn the desert into an oasis, otherwise there will be fewer and fewer homes and more and more desert areas. So we should plant more trees to protect the environment and prevent the greenhouse effect. All kinds of trees can prevent this from happening, and trees can also prevent storms.
I am a tree, rooted in low-lying rocks, and there is no fertile soil in my life, so I live a hard life.
I am a tree. My body is straight, not curved. This is my quality, so it is different from grass.
I am a tree. I long for a soft and fertile foothold, sunny and rainy, flourishing.
When the breeze blows, I can dance and sing. This is my love for life. I love the land where I am rooted with all my heart. I am trying my best to stretch my body and make my roots strong. This is not my greed. I want to prepare enough energy to feed my child, so that he has enough living space and nutrition, at least not to live so hard like me.
I am a tree, standing upright here, different from grass, and will never be flush with grass. This is the essence.
I am a tree. I have experienced the baptism of storms, the torture of hail, drought and insect bites. I have been scarred, silent night, only the stars and the moon know me.
I am a tree, standing alone in the wind and rain, and no one holds an umbrella for me. I want to be firm, upright and independent, and let my life shine, because I am a tree. An indomitable tree.
About writing a tree composition 3 There was a man who lived a mediocre life and was down and out. One night, he really didn't have the courage to live, so he came to the edge of a cliff and prepared to jump off the cliff to commit suicide.
Before committing suicide, he cried and scolded his failures and setbacks. There is a dwarf tree on the rock near the cliff. When I heard this man's experience, I didn't feel tears. When people see a tree crying, they will ask, "Are you as unhappy as I am when you cry?"
The tree said: I may be the worst karma tree in the world. You see, I was born in the crevice of this rock, eating without soil, thirsty without water and lacking nutrition all the year round; The environment is too bad for my branches to stick out, and I look ugly; The foundation is very shallow, which makes me feel that the wind is coming down and the cold is coming. It seems that I am extremely strong, but in fact I am alive rather than dead.
People can't help but feel sorry for the tree, so they say to the tree, in that case, why do you still live in the world? You might as well die with me!
The tree said, "I die easily, but there are no other trees near this cliff, so I can't die." . People don't understand. Then the tree said, "Do you see this bird's nest on my head?" This nest was built by two magpies. They have lived and multiplied in this nest for a long time. If I leave, what about the two magpies?
When people heard this, they suddenly realized that they were retreating on the edge of a cliff.
In fact, everyone doesn't just live for himself. No matter how small and humble a person is, it is also a mighty tree for some people.
Writing a composition about a tree 4 When I was a sapling, no one paid attention to me. After a downpour, the sun came out and a spring breeze blew. I germinated, grew taller and taller.
My arms have grown out, and a group of children came to the tree and ran around me. They often tell some troubles and jokes, and sometimes their troubles are very sad. Sobbing tears fell on the soil, and their tears became my rain.
Three years later, pink flowers grew on my arm. In spring, I am the most popular! Everyone came to admire me and see my colorful clothes and beautiful figure. They all took pictures and read.
Soon, my flowers withered, my leaves turned yellow, my arms became thinner, and the lively scene disappeared. I was standing there alone, and another group of children came. They kept crying. They said goodbye to me, and I want to thank them for their company. Meet them-see you next year!
I am a tree, a tall banyan tree, and I am one hundred years old. I have lived by the pond since I was a child.
I am a tree, and my hair is like a half Lv Yun floating in the air. They are all hung above the pond to prevent the fish from being sunburned by the hot sun. My body has a rustling and rough feeling. My smell is very light and clear, which is different from other plants' games. My tree bones are a little bulging. Maybe this is what humans call the nose. The beard was pulled out by the old-timers. As an old man, I look down on these children playing around me. The wind made me forget everything. It seems that there are only a few children in the world. Ow! Looking at their smiles, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart. I hope they will always be by my side.
My tree, in the morning, the old man sat beside me happily. It's noisy around them at this time, but I think they must be very calm inside.
One of my trees, at noon, busy young people sat on the stone bench with lunch boxes. They eat slowly at every meal. I think they are very happy at the moment.
I am a tree. In the afternoon, primary school students who had just finished school came to me to sit down and read comic books.
I am a tree, and I am proud to bring a happy life to people here.
A tree has grown along a road for many years, taking root, growing leaves and flowering. It turns out to be like this every year.
Staying in one place for a long time feels boring. So is this tree. I feel a little annoyed.
Very annoying. When it blooms and bears fruit, many people come back to pick its fruit. It's okay to pick fruit, but people who pick fruit often make the branches and leaves of the fruit fragmented and scarred, which is really annoying.
The tree thinks, it doesn't bear fruit, it bears fruit.
As a result, the tree no longer bears fruit.
But unexpectedly, this tree has no result, and I still feel very bored. When the sun is shining or the rain is pouring, many people will stay under this tree. It's nothing to hide under a tree. What is annoying is that some people have nothing to do, and it is very painful to cut and carve trees.
The tree thought, don't give birth to branches and leaves, but it will bring endless harm.
So the tree stopped growing branches and became a bare tree.
From then on, a bare tree stood alone by the roadside, and no one came near it.
Over time, the bare tree gradually lost its vitality, and the trunk was eaten by insects and became a dead tree.
Finally, someone noticed the dead tree and cut it down for firewood.
Since then, there have been no trees on this road.
There is a big tree in front of my house. He always stood there motionless, sheltering from the wind and rain, hiding people behind him, but exposing them without reservation and bearing them without complaint. He contributed his whole life, which is people's green dream.
The appearance of this green angel is a big umbrella, but the heart is as pure and delicate as snowflakes, spotless, without too many thoughts and actions. He has only one action, that is, standing there motionless. He has no greenhouse-like environment and no fertile soil. He just rooted his roots in the black soil under his feet, exposed his body to the scorching sun, tried his best to carry out photosynthesis, made more oxygen for people to breathe and let people play in the cool under him. He is very happy at this time, because his life mission is to make more people happy and enjoy the shade under him. Unexpected weather happened and a dark cloud floated up. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and people ran home, leaving him standing there alone. He was so disappointed that he felt meaningless in this world now. He struggled in the storm and twisted his waist, but he never gave up and plunged into the soil, because that was his expectation and yearning for the children playing under the tree and his grandparents enjoying the cool. ...
Trees, green angels, exchanged their lives for people's happiness and new hope under the umbrella.