It's such an ancient building. Under the porch, stood a little girl of eleven or twelve, fiddling with a red bow in her hand.
Behind her, her mother stood close to her and combed her hair. The morning light slanted in from the roof across the street, dividing the porch into two distinct parts, one bright and the other dark.
The little girl stood in the sun, swaying like a new bud in the morning breeze. Mother was pushed in the shadow, unable to distinguish her face, and there was only eternal peace and happiness in her brow.
Maybe someone told a joke, and the mother and daughter laughed happily. The whole porch echoed with laughter. It's a sea of feelings! Mother came out of the beautiful clouds, like a rainbow after the rain, and the whole world was clear.
I saw a tree full of flowers quietly bathed in the sun. Like a willow.
It is the kind of tree that is easy to see in cities and villages. In spring, she is covered with goose yellow, and in midsummer, she is covered with thick shade and grows quietly in everyone's field of vision. Slender leaves and soft branches covered her whole body.
On rainy days or in the sun, she is more like a woman standing upright with light makeup. Her natural silence made her unknown again.
During the long journey, how many people can stop and lament the sudden appearance of a willow tree? Only when the footsteps are close to the edge of emotion, the desire for green makes people look back. In the distance, the willows are still green and independent in the wind. This distant scenery is easy to make people feel sad and remind people of their childhood naturally.
Then, maternal love is like a willow. Such as jujube trees.
The earth wall of the alley, the cliff edge of the mountain stream, the river pier and the valley seem to have no conditions to limit her steps. Her trunk is not thick by nature. At that time, she was thin and worrying. People want to know whether such soft and sweet dates are supported by such a trunk.
But it soon proved that in the face of the small lantern-like fruit covered with branches in the autumn wind, no one denied that it was the sugar juice of love that she had painstakingly condensed. That sweetness crossed the cold and summer, and lasted for a long time in Mika, leading a wandering wanderer to knock on the door not far from Wan Li ... Her vitality was so tenacious that she never asked for more water, air and sunshine.
She doesn't need to fertilize and water, and no one seems willing to fertilize and water her. In people's eyes, her growth, flowering and fruition seem to be very common things, so there is no need to make a fuss.
When picking her fruit in autumn, they don't have to feel a little guilty or grateful. Then, maternal love is like a jujube tree.
..... Facing a tree, willow or jujube; Or other trees, do we realize that we are included in her love? Facing a tree, after accepting her gentle comfort and sharing the fruits of her life, have we ever thought about doing something for her, such as sheltering her from the wind and rain, sitting down and listening to her heart, such as giving her more understanding and smiling as much as we can ... So, what about maternal love? Facing maternal love is like facing a tree. Our hearts are as clear as water, and we listen to the sound of leaves falling ... My home is a tree. Dad is the trunk and root of the tree and the pillar of the family. He cares about me and my mother in every way, and he delivers nutrients for us.
He always runs back and forth between work and home. I go to school and my mother goes to work. At noon, he always cooks a sweet and delicious meal before we come back. In the delicious food, I tasted my father's love and felt the warmth of the big trunk.
Dad is also a responsible person. His company requires him to send a document to report their situation every day. On Saturday and Sunday, dad will still send documents to the company. Dad's big roots and trunks taught me to persist. Roots are a solid foundation and will always be tenacious; The trunk is a strong beam, strong and straight.
So is my father. He made me admire him. Mom is the crown of the tree. Who will add clothes to us when we are cold? Who will cook for us when we are hungry? Who encourages us when we fail and is happy for us when we succeed? In summer night, cicadas are singing outside the window, the starry sky is bright, and a crescent moon is hanging in the sky. I snuggled up in my mother's arms, just like a lovely little leaf lying in the arms of a canopy, which was extremely warm.
When I sleep in summer, it is very hot at night. I kicked the quilt, and my mother came to cover it for me at midnight. The loving eyes made me forget about it. The crown of the tree is a strong roof, which protects the small leaves from the wind and rain.
I love mom! Of course, I am a small green leaf in the canopy. I draw nutrition from the roots through trunks and branches and grow sturdily day by day. There is a song that says, "The green leaves should repay the friendship of the roots ..." I will try to make energy through photosynthesis to repay my parents' love.
Father is the trunk and root, mother is the branch, and I am the green leaf. In the body of a big tree, we can't lose the trunk and roots, nor can we lose the branches, let alone the green leaves.
No matter which one is missing, the firmness of the tree will gradually disappear, and it will not last long! With spirit, happiness … can thrive! My home is such a tree! Walking alone in the old street I know, I put aside my thoughts and looked up at the sky. Inadvertently, my eyes were attracted by a towering tree. I don't know its name, but I think of my father-a big tree that will grow in my heart forever! Dad, obscurity is my pillar again! When I am happy, I can talk to him about my happiness; When I am sad, I can tell him my depression; When I am frustrated, I can vent my dissatisfaction with heaven to him ... but my father is like a strong branch, listening and smiling silently! ~ I can lean on him or laugh around him ... because he is my branch! ! Dad, selfless dedication and no return! Just because my mother and I are happy, he is like lush branches and leaves-sheltering us from the wind and rain, keeping us warm and cooling us off ... what about my father? However, I have to endure the torture of winter and heat, as well as the destruction of storms. I remember that time, late at night, everyone was immersed in a dream, and my little pig was no exception. But the mother is not at home.
2. The composition for the senior high school entrance examination is like a tree. From then on, I stopped looking up at that tree. This article comes from: official document collection () detailed source reference: I no longer look up at that tree from now on. Time is a tree. Only when the old leaves wither can new buds sprout.
I just want to stand under that tree and look up at the sky. -Inscription There is a tree on campus. I don't know its name, but it is tall and straight. It is evergreen all the year round, green and lush, eye-catching.
When I first saw the tree, I met her, and both of them looked up at the canopy at the same time and gave a sigh of "how high". Recycling smiles at each other, and mountains and rivers ring from now on.
Young people are full of lofty sentiments. We should knock on the door of Fuzhou No.1 Middle School! From then on, the clouds floating in the sky, under the big tree is the figure of our comparison results. I won less and lost more. I lost interest for a long time, and I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to her. The child's breath is like passing clouds and smoke, and he hurried away when he came.
I sat by the window in the second grade. Very cool. She may have got a sunburn. After several hesitations, she finally came to me and said with a smile, "It's almost as tall as a tree. Are you still angry with the child? " In fact, I was not as tall as the roots, but the classroom rose by one floor, and then I just looked up slightly at the top of the tree. Soon made up, our schoolwork burden increased a lot, occasionally looked up, just confused.
When the first rain in summer pours down, the urgent third day beats in our veins. The floor finally rose to the height of the canopy, and finally there was no need to look up, but there was no time to look up in the middle.
She still sat next to me and asked me calmly, "Do I want to apply for No.3 Middle School?" In an instant, a heavy, huge and dark shadow pressed against me. I tried to persuade her, but I was speechless. I don't think I will give up my ideal, so who is qualified to break her present ideal? We are a cloud in each other's sky, occasionally projected on each other's hearts, briefly met and separated for a long time.
I seem to see her smiling under the tree, sighing "how high" and waving goodbye. After that, I stopped looking up at the tree.
The tree will be greener next year, and there is nothing we can look up to under it. And life is reciprocating, just looking up, catching up, surpassing, and rushing in looking up.
Farewell, my beloved alma mater, there will be tall trees waiting for me to look up. After that, I stopped looking up at the tree.
As time goes by, her figure will eventually blur. In the distance, another tree is waving.
This article comes from: official document () Detailed source reference: Novi Xiaoshu thought he was going to die. This morning, he was walking on a remote road in S city, and suddenly there was a huge pain like an electric shock. Then, he was unconscious.
I don't know how long it took, but he slowly opened his eyes and found that he was not in a familiar city. The ground is a slippery rock layer, and the top of the head is all kinds of columnar things, like ... stalactites in karst landforms! That will be a day! He's confused. It's the thirtieth century! I should be on my way to the power research institute. There should be a light plastic-steel expressway under my feet and a cobweb-like pneumatic motorboat cabin above my head. How ..... Become like this! He sat on the ground blankly, and the surrounding scenery became clear: large and small stalagmite columns formed a harmonious picture, primitive and simple.
There is a spring road in the distance. Somehow, his mood suddenly calmed down
Ding-dong, Ding-dong, crisp like the voice of beautiful jade, washing people's hearts a little, which is unheard of in the noisy world! He stood up, listened and groped for the sound of water. 5 1- Freedom-Paper-There is light in front of the net, which is actually a pond.
Lotus calamus stands in shallow water, a few fine dragonflies skim the water lightly, and frogs call tirelessly. Strange! He walked forward in surprise, and then he saw fields, grasslands, butterflies and larks ... He read everything he learned from books, but the book also said that it did not meet the needs of human development and had been eliminated.
In the human world in the 30 th century, everything was taken care of by machines: oxygen was extracted by factories, sunlight was provided by artificial sun, and water was directly combined with hydrogen and oxygen ... People from the Urban Management Association said that this was the most advanced survival mechanism, but ... Is this really the case? Novi walked through the natural system and felt like he was in a dream. He had never been so comfortable. If it is a dream, I hope I will never wake up. He was completely stunned when he stepped on the soft brown soil. That kind of shock can't be described in words: bright green, like the deepest color of life-it's a tree.
The bronze trunk is like a great man's body, and the dense branches and leaves extend straight into the blue sky, like a pair of praying hands. Trees in the wind, the shadow of mother-in-law, the fragrance of trees diffuse.
Novi feels that life in front of him has become a totem, a symbol and a power to conquer everything. He really felt the insignificance and sadness of human beings.
The 5 1- Free-Paper-Net tree is silent, like an old man staring at Novi. Novi seems to hear a sigh in this silence-the sigh of the ancestors to the unfilial younger generation, the sigh of the mother to the child who did something wrong, the helpless sigh ... what have we done! Novi knelt down with a soft leg.
We drove away birds and animals, we stole flowers and trees, we betrayed nature, and we are still pretending to create civilization! We ... Novi buried her face in her arms, which was shame, regret and more sorrow. The air has frozen.
The tree stood quietly, looking at the human confessor in front of it. The bird stopped singing and flew to him.
Several deer bravely approached him and licked the tears from his face. The shy rabbit jumped out and looked at him with jewel-like eyes.
Fox, squirrel, bear ... all the elves in the forest surrounded him, some with fruits and some with wild flowers. He raised his head and looked at everything around him with some surprise.
Then tears welled up in his eyes: "Have you forgiven me? Forgive me? Thank you, thank you ... "The tree's eyes are very kind and looked at him gently ..." Ah! Look! " A shrill cry. Two.
3. Like a tree. If I were a tree.
If I were a tree, I would intercept the yellow water of Nahong on the embankment of the Yellow River, because if I didn't intercept the yellow water of Nahong, it would bring floods to the residents living around the Yellow River. I know that if I do this, Sister Yellow River will scold me.
Even if it hits me, my determination will not decrease. I also know that my strength is insignificant, but my brothers and sisters will also help me, and my uncle and sister Hua will also help me. Unity is strength, and we will certainly accomplish this arduous task. In this way, residents living near the Yellow River can live and work in peace and contentment.
If I were a tree, I would come to the western development zone of the motherland. Hold the naughty sand tightly with my vigorous body. I know Sister Sha will hate me because she can no longer dance in the air with Sister Feng. I know Sister Sha will call Sister Feng to attack me, blowing me hard and trying to uproot me. But I won't give up, because only in this way can the development team of the motherland successfully develop the western region into a beautiful and rich town.
If I were a tree, I would swallow all the waste gas in the world, release oxygen and let people breathe fresh air.
If I were a tree, I would not hesitate to dedicate all the parts to people so that they could make notebooks, books, paper and wooden furniture, and so on.
If I were a tree, I would cover the hot sun with my thick branches and leaves in summer and let people enjoy the cool and rest in my shade.
If I were a tree, how wonderful the world would be!
If I were a tree, I would like to say to all human beings that I have heard that my brother is constantly falling down and being destroyed and ravaged by human beings for a long time.
In nature, all creatures and animals are friends of human beings. Why do humans treat their friends like this?
Just to satisfy the desire that you can never fill, or do you feel proud to destroy the earth and our mother's body endlessly?
We live in a space, and if we create it together, this space will be even better.
If one day, all the water sources on the earth are exhausted, all the minerals are mined, all the plants lose their vitality, and all the animals are on the verge of extinction, then what do you think of human beings, my former friends?
Can you still live alone in this riddled world?
If I were really allowed to talk to humans, I wouldn't cry. Do you believe in tears?
We need a harmonious nature, a harmonious environment and a harmonious world.
Why don't we come to protect our home?
Don't be stubborn, don't make mistakes worse?
Those tsunamis, floods, sandstorms, earthquakes and snowstorms are warnings from Mother Earth again and again.
Wake up, human, put down your selfishness and prejudice, and let's work together to protect our home! ! ! !
4. Reading Bowing Like a Tree has a feeling of composition. I once read such an article in an extracurricular reading, which deeply touched me.
In this article, the author found a small tree that passed by him every day in the alley where he lived for more than ten years, but none of them came. This is an unusual little tree. In order to survive there, it made the trunk thicker and shorter, the leaves smaller and more, tried to save food and reduce consumption, tried to keep the rain and dew as much as possible, and took root desperately. This is its life strategy.
Bad luck exposed its veins stood out, scarred and bent. However, it didn't give in, it became harder and harder ... No matter how hard life is, it must face it, cope with it and spend it step by step. The author stood there for a long time and was moved by a tree.
After reading this article, I was deeply moved. The trees in this paper, in order to survive, in order to survive, persist in living in such a harsh environment.
In order to survive in the pile of bricks, the little tree desperately lives. Trees can do this. Anyone here? In real life, how many people can be like the tree in the article? How many people are there? Our teenagers in the 2 1 century should also be like the tree in the article. We should not give up on our own initiative without thinking or trying to find an answer when encountering a difficult problem.
When we do something, we should persevere and forge ahead, not give up halfway. Let's go Let's go Let's go Let us, the flowers of the motherland, absorb more nutrients and make the flowers more delicate and charming.
5. How to write a composition entitled "Planting a Tree for the Future", wandering in the long river of history and feeling the footprints left by predecessors. I don't want to go back On the bank of Miluo River, Qu Zi's expression of compassion and despair touched me. In Taohuayuan, Tao Qian's carefree life intoxicated me; In the famous mountains and rivers, the elegant and romantic violet lay came, and Li Taibai, who was arrogant and unruly, cast the peak of Tang poetry; The Yangtze River is choppy, bearing the bitterness and kindness of Du Zimei, all of which are integrated into that gloomy poem. What our predecessors left us is a spirit, a quality and an attitude towards life. They are like towering trees, supporting the shade of life for us. Feeling the shade brought by my predecessors, I can't help but fall into meditation: after decades, hundreds or even thousands of years, I can't help but add. How can I make my grandchildren look cheerful and gain something when they remember me? I think it's time to plant a tree for the future. Plant a tree for the future and make a trunk with strength and patience. This was left to me by my predecessors. They expressed their inner strength and stubbornness to me with clank and iron bones. Gou Jian, King of Yue, came to Huiji Mountain. He is my hero. He suffered humiliation that ordinary people could not bear. He suffers from torture that ordinary people can't understand, suffering from food and suffering. The desire to revive the country burns in his heart like a flame. He endured everything, and he achieved everything. Supplement: I will turn your tenacity into my own backbone, and leave it to future generations, so that it will become the spiritual pillar of thousands of Chinese descendants in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. You can have a good sleep; A hard-working life can bring a happy rest. "People don't just live to live, nor do they just live for themselves. When your work brings emotion and shock to others, when your work becomes the driving force for others to move forward, your life will have extraordinary significance. The person in front is sweating and there is rice on the plate; Predecessors persevered and made talents and celebrities. Their diligent and persistent attitude towards life has deeply educated and inspired future generations. I followed the path of my predecessors and struggled on my own life path, leaving a string of tangible footprints. I will pour diligence and persistence into the hearts of the younger generation and cultivate a fertile soil in their hearts.
6. A big tree continues to write a composition. The little boy has become very old. There is no black hair on the head, it is already white hair, like snowflakes in winter.
His forehead is full of wrinkles, like a withered old tree, hunched over and lifeless. After years of erosion, the tree has become as rotten and short as the ground, and its body has been eaten by insects.
The little boy hunched his back and came to the big tree with crutches, coughing, and staggered to the big tree that he used to play, hide and seek, swing and pretend to be the king of the forest. This big tree is so strong. It is so prosperous. Now it is just a short stump, because the little boy has been asking for it.
The tree also saw the little boy. She was very excited. She shook off a lot of dust and sawdust. Several birds that ate insects on her also dispersed in a hubbub, flapping their wings and flying away. She said with difficulty, "I can't give you anything." The little boy also said in a hoarse voice, "No, you have done too much for me."
After that, the little boy lay on the big stump, silent. Bang, bang, two lines of tears flowed from the little boy's eyes and landed on the old stump. The little boy couldn't help thinking of a poem written by an ancient poet: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "
The little boy thought: yes, I am like grass and trees are like the sun. I can never repay what the tree gave me! Suddenly, the little boy thought of a way. He planted many saplings around the big tree and watered and fertilized them every day. Soon, there are green trees everywhere, and many birds are singing and flying in the Woods. The tree is very happy to see this. Every day, he listens to birds singing, and the little squirrel tells her distant stories. Her life has become full, and the little boy is very happy to see the big tree, and his heart is also very happy. They watch the sunrise and sunset in this forest every day. The little boy is still lying under the tree, and the tree still loves him.
7. I inadvertently looked up at the composition entitled "Like a Tree", but I found something very eye-catching.
It stood there alone, and I stood in the distance, really unable to tell what it was. Among the many tall and straight trees, it is too ugly.
I suddenly recognized it when I walked in front of it. However, I really can't bear to watch it. It's really sad.
It was a broken trunk, most of which was cut off by lightning, and the jagged branches stretched out into the air in disorder; There are many white spots as black as coal on the trunk; The shrinking bark broke away from the trunk and shivered in the cold wind. When I looked at it, I saw many man-made scars on its mutilated body: some bark was peeled off, and many words were engraved on the trunk ... My heart was full of pity.
"Completely abandoned by life." I whispered to myself, and then turned with pity.
In a blink of an eye, spring came. One day, I was walking on the path.
It was sunny all the way, and it was green everywhere, which made me deeply feel the vitality around me. At the end of the path, in the green, I found it again, the crippled old tree.
It still stands there, still ugly. This image is out of harmony with everything around.
With pity, I slowly approached it ... but I soon found that there was something on the mutilated trunk that melted into the green of this spring. When I approached, I was very surprised to see that a small green bud was pulled out of the broken trunk.
In the warm early spring wind, in the surrounding green, it looks so weak, but it stands there so firmly. This is also different from the life around. It is completely tough, an indomitable tenacity that blends into life.
I stood there, staring at the green bud, and my heart suddenly rose with infinite admiration. Look, it's alive! Small buds with oval leaves are swaying in the wind, and half-old trees are shaking their branches, as if echoing and singing happily for their rebirth.
I believe: with unyielding faith and tenacious struggle, the old tree will be reborn! As the new green expands day by day, the dark green symbolizing life will be covered by its branches! At the same time, it also solved the problem that has been bothering me: never give up in adversity, and strive to gain the hope of life is the most precious. Never give up, that's what we need to do.
This is the greatness of life. What is life like? This is a simple and complicated question.
This is simple for those who know life, but difficult for those who don't. Only those who can explain life can have life.
That tree represents not death, but life, the continuation of life.
8. High school composition is like a tree, like a tree.
When I was a child, there was a peach tree in front of my house, and my first understanding of things began there. Peach trees blossom and bear fruit every year. Temptation enveloped me. For a long time, I looked up and drooled. But I have been afraid to climb up. The trunk of the peach tree is thick and tall. There lived a cripple in front of my house, and my father threatened me that the cripple had climbed a peach tree and fell when he was a child. Until one day, a sudden force ended my embarrassment of watching under the tree and I climbed up. In return, I taste it.
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