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, I was greatly surprised. That little tree, which is less than two meters high, actually survived in the winter when thousands of miles were frozen and Wan Li was covered with snow. 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.
2. The 800-word composition about trees describes that "trees, woody plants can carry out photosynthesis during the day and produce oxygen ..." The pale explanation of you in the dictionary seems to be unable to explain your impression in my heart. My thoughts suddenly went back to the past, recalling the days when I had you, and I wanted to understand you ... At that time, you were more than 3 meters tall and always liked to show off like green leaves on a hot summer day. It makes people crowd in your shade and enjoy the cool you provide for free. My room is very close to your soft strip. You can touch your treetops by opening the window. In the summer afternoon, cicadas are singing endlessly. Old people always like to put a chess game at your feet, hand-crank cattail leaf fans and play chess with the sunshine seeping through the cracks in your leaves. "General!" The old man's hearty laughter sounded, and you danced in unison with the branches and leaves, and at the same time there was a smell of earth. I sat in front of the balcony, reaching out and touching your green leaves, watching the sunshine fall into my hands along your veins. At that moment, I seemed to understand your happiness, and there was a rustling sound in my ear. When I saw you again later, you were still more than 3 meters tall. There are wild flowers and weeds everywhere, but there is a hard layer of cement that firmly surrounds you. People no longer long for your shelter. In the same hot summer, people seem to prefer to stay in air-conditioned rooms. In the summer evening, cicadas are still singing endlessly. Instead of people who used to enjoy the cool, a high street lamp will accompany you until dawn. The cool breeze blows gently, and you shake some gray branches and leaves. Those soft strips stained with a lot of automobile exhaust and dust seem to have not been cleaned for a long time. I stood by the street lamp and looked up at your yellow hair. At that moment, I seemed to understand your loneliness, and the roar of air conditioning was in my ear. When I returned to this place for the last time, your figure of more than 3 meters was replaced by an office building with a height of 10. How can there be traces of your existence next to the new asphalt road? Under the bright glass window of the office building, pots of potted plants stand higher than your original place. Although it is also a basin of gorgeous green, I always feel that it is not as good as your green leaves. It's still a hot summer, with no cicadas, only the roar of cars. People pour into the office building at the other end from one end of the road, and no one will stop to care about your former figure. I stand where you once stood. The sunlight shook my eyes under the reflection of the office window glass. At that moment, I seemed to understand your helplessness, and your sigh was in my ear. "Trees are the floorboard of woody plants ..." Finally, I gave you a look at these explanations. I closed the book, I think, I can understand you, and suddenly your figure appeared in front of me. "Maybe when more people can understand you, you will appear on me again. I looked at the cement road in front of the window and muttered to myself.
3. How to write and compile the composition outline of our campus tree 1? The title outline is relatively simple, and only paragraph titles are written. This title is similar to a summary of a paragraph, which is equivalent to writing the main content of this natural paragraph. This is a headline-style composition outline, and the writing points of each paragraph are marked with concise words. It is characterized by concise words and fast speed. Suitable for people who are familiar with the writing content or have a tight time. However, for beginners, it is difficult to guide the composition. Edit paragraph 2. The outline of the main points is more detailed, which means not only indicating the center of the composition, but also writing the general content of the composition; At the same time, it is also necessary to explain the details of the article. Edit paragraph 3. Requirements for writing an outline 1. Examining the topic, setting the center and selecting the outline of the material composition are the basis of writing a good composition. Writing an outline of a composition should follow three orders: examining the topic and establishing the center. Select the materials to carry. Writing topics generally define the scope of writing (taking notes, writing scenes, writing objects, etc.). ) and writing problems (narrative, expository, argumentative). Therefore, only by reviewing the topic, can we know what to write and how to write it, and avoid the problem of irrelevant and off-topic. The central idea is the soul of an article. When writing a composition outline, we must establish the center. And so on. When selecting materials, we should pay attention to closely surrounding the central idea of the article and choose authentic, fresh and interesting materials, so as to clearly and profoundly express the central idea of the article. 2. To be concise and clear, the composition outline is just an idea and a framework of the composition. Therefore, the outline of the composition should be complete and not too cumbersome; Be concise and achieve the purpose of writing. Edit this paragraph. 4. Narrative composition in outline format: 1. Outline 1. Reason two. Process 3. Result 2. Main content 3. Edit this paragraph with the central idea. You should pay attention to the following 1. Write down the content of the train of thought first, that is, the central idea of the argument or the theme of the narrative, and then make a train of thought accordingly. The main material tips to be used in each paragraph; The detailed arrangement of each paragraph and the writing method to be used in each paragraph. This can make the thinking smooth, the text structure complete and the details appropriate. 3. Outline structure. Take narrative as an example. There are four bases: ① According to the process of things (beginning, process and result). ② According to the turning point of time (early, middle and late). What to do in the end) draw up. (4) according to the transformation of space (such as at home, on the road, at school). (4) The tone of the outline need not be carefully selected, as long as it can be understood. Even if there are sick sentences, missing words and typos, it should be put into formal writing to ponder. Detail contour and simple contour are divided into details. The simplest outline is called a first-class outline. A more detailed outline is called a first-level outline. A very detailed outline is a three-level outline. A simple outline: You can use a sentence or a phrase or a mark as a reminder of the main paragraph to remind yourself not to miss the minor part. Edit paragraph 6. Give examples.
4. Write a 300-word composition around looking up at the tree and appreciate the essence of the sun, the moon and the stars. It is a companion and friend with birds and beasts, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, and clouds and frost. The atmosphere of Boya is all-inclusive, very regal, and people can't help being disrespectful.
This tree is a bit magical. It can live for hundreds of years, and more than a thousand years is a miracle in itself. What life in the world can live as long as a tree? The tenacious vitality of big trees is amazing, such as the big banyan tree in the south and the diamond poplar tree in the north, but what is even more amazing is Hu Yangmu in the desert, which grows on the scorching sand dunes that can ignite the air and is full of vitality. What's even more unique is the top of Huangshan Mountain, the welcoming pine in the crevice of the cliff. There was almost no soil, but they escaped and grew tall and green. How do they grow? It's incredible!
In fact, big trees are very common. They grow quietly in cities and villages, line by line, piece by piece, everywhere. Trees are also very kind. It doesn't hunt, not even those animals that are as light as grass and as humble as ants. It breathes with nature, its life comes from everything, and everything nourishes everything. It is a model of harmony with nature and glory. The tree does not need to be nurtured by people, but it is generously dedicated to people: its branches and leaves, its flowers and fruits, its mighty trunk, and it constantly releases the breath of life. This tree can even give people a feeling of love: in summer, resting under its crown, feeling cool, bathing in this shade, holding its old body, rustling leaves around its ears, isn't it like an old father whispering to you the secrets of heaven and earth?
Trees give people too much, and its only requirement is not to "touch the ground" easily. The beautiful life form of trees is harmonious and amiable. People are very happy with this tree, stay with it and watch it grow, blossom and drop flowers until we are old. Big trees are not old. It uses its own life (including other plants) to form the youthful vitality of this world, making the world full of vibrant green, especially the earth.
5. Write a 500-word composition about trees, the tree of friends.
In the journey of life, we will meet many people who can make us feel happy. Someone will walk side by side with us and witness the ebb and flow of the tide; Some people just spend a short time with us. We all call them friends. There are many kinds of friends. Just like a tree, every leaf is a friend.
The earliest budding friends are our parents. They tell us what life is. Then there are our brothers and sisters, who grow and prosper with us. Then let all our family and friends, they let us respect and care.
Fate will also be given to our other friends. We don't know when we will meet them. Many people are called friends of soul and soul by us. They are very sincere, very sincere. They know when we are unhappy, how to make us happy, what we need, and even we don't have to talk.
Sometimes a friend will touch our hearts, so we will fall in love and have a lover friend. This friend will make our eyes shine, accompany us with songs and let us jump forward.
There is also a temporary friend who either spent a holiday with us or spent a few days or even hours with us. When we are together, they always make our faces smile.
There is also a distant friend, located at the end of the branch. When there is wind, they will hide in other leaves. Although they are not always around us, they are always close to our hearts.
As time goes by, when summer comes to Qiu Lai, some leaves will leave us, some leaves will appear in another summer, and some leaves will accompany us for many seasons. But what makes us most happy is that the withered leaves that have not gone far are still moistening our roots with joy. This is a wonderful memory they left when they met us.
Every passer-by in our life is unique. They will leave some marks on themselves and take away some of our breath. I need you, the leaf of my life tree, just as I need peace, love and health, now and forever. Similarly, some people will take away a lot, while others will leave nothing behind. This just proves that two souls don't meet by chance.
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Grow like a tree
Zhu Xudong of Fenghua Middle School in Zhejiang Province in 2008.
The old days rushed by, like a distant yellow bell.
The sun shines on the earth with the warmest and brightest gesture. Inadvertently, the trees in the yard have grown handsome and magnificent under the nourishment of time. On the wall of the yard, there are weeds and wild flowers swaying in the autumn wind. Looking up, the sky is indigo and spotless, just like a clear Shui Bo Lake in the sky. A line of egrets broke into sight from nowhere and then disappeared in the distance. As far as I can remember, this tree has never stepped out of the courtyard wall, and now it is a bit out of the wall.
Glittering brilliance, through the broken leaves on the ground, my thoughts are like aquatic plants, pulled far and long. ...
This tree was planted by my father. I volunteered to water it at that time. So, go and see if the tree has grown tall, and then water it carefully, which has become my first lesson every morning. Day after day, the sun and the moon go hand in hand, and I repeat the story of every day. Until one day, she curiously leaned out the first new leaf, which was yellow, soft, crystal clear and extremely delicate, as if it would float into the sky as long as the breeze blew gently. Slowly, the second, third and fourth pieces grew ... until countless leaves covered the whole tree.
When dusk comes, everything seems quiet. The sun lay leisurely on the hill and slowly slid to the horizon. The mountains are as ethereal as Zen, and an inexperienced bird appears and disappears in the green, singing about life, love and every warm sunshine and gentle breeze in spring. Another bird turned on the stereo with a clear birdsong; Some birds crow and some birds scatter more happily. Intermittent notes gently drip on the green leaves, and every young leaf is washed spotless in an instant.
Rivers are flowing, years are flowing, and trees are nourished by nature, and the longer they grow, the higher they get. Simple childhood, happy time, when I haven't heard her tinkling, has quietly gone. As a result, the memory of childhood is like a vague oil painting, except for a few clear scenes, the background has become increasingly blurred.
The wind in late spring and early summer is warm, blowing on the face and having a sweet taste. However, a fallen leaf is swaying, swaying, undulating and rolling in the wind. After drawing the last beautiful arc, it completed the first and last flight of life. Then, more leaves began to fly with the wind, like a group of colorful butterflies flying in the air, and then quietly lying around the roots. In the final analysis, fallen leaves are not only human plots, but also fallen leaves, which belong to everything in nature. I know, that's the final destination of every leaf. It is said that the leaves are silent, but I clearly touched the rustling sound and shook my heart. I seemed to hear my father's cry of pain, and then grandpa lay motionless in the hospital bed. That was the first time I found out that life would die. I naively called grandpa, but he didn't move; I tried to shake him, but he was too heavy; I touched his kind face with warm hands, but he looked strangely indifferent. Death is so close to me that I grow up in an instant. From then on, I no longer snuggle up to my parents and make trouble unreasonably, no longer chase chickens and ducks raised by my grandmother, and no longer think that my relatives are my shelter and eternal protector.
Just like a fading meteor, it can only be stored as a point in memory, just like every branch of a tree is telling a story, and the pain of grandpa's departure disappears with the wind.
There are faint traces on the cut branches, like wounds healed from a long illness, alone under the hot sky in winter. The wind was blowing, the snow was floating, and the storm and lightning struck. Instead of hiding, she stood up to meet. At the age of seventeen, isn't my short life journey full of bumps, setbacks and obstacles? The river of life twists and turns, with turbulence, reefs and dangerous beaches from time to time, but no matter what she encounters ahead, she can face it tenaciously, overcome all kinds of hardships and strive to move forward.
The mountains show fresh faces in the morning light, and some clear voices murmur on the stones, and then vaguely flow into the distance. In the grass, birds sing like some transparent and naive dreams.
The trees are green again, and the green leaves have started a new round of madness. Thin branches also seem to be imbued with infinite power and expand outward.
Growing like a tree, another spring has come.
7. Imagine yourself as a tree, and you can only write around a tree, and it is a composition. 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!
8. Write a composition around a strange little tree. I have a question for you today. I'll tell you a story to see if this little tree is strange. It's sunny today, and Grandfather Sun is up for work again. A small tree stands in the arms of Mother Earth, huh? Grandpa, where are you going so early? Oh, it's Xiao Shu. I'm going to see Aunt Fruit Tree. Hey, Xiao Shu, why didn't your little friend play with you? They are still sleeping. Besides, they can't play with me until their parents go out to work. Hey, grandpa, can you show me the sick silly boy? You are not sick now. When you are really ill, grandpa will come to see you again. Be obedient. Grandpa is gone. Goodbye.
Bye, grandpa. Hey, bye. Huh? Little ant, mom asked you to come out to play so early. No, mom has gone out to work. Mom asked me to make some cars at home, but I can't. I came out to find something to use as a car. The little tree said, "Close your eyes and I'll give you some cars." Really? I close my eyes and you give me the car? Of course. Did you close your eyes? Is it closed? It's closed Open your eyes. Where is the car? Isn't it? It's right next to you. This is, a little monkey appeared and said proudly, hum, such a small leaf can whistle for me. Chen Wenjing, monkey, why did you break my car? You pay for my car, you pay for my car, meowed, little monkey, why do you bully little ants? If you bully others again, I will plant big peaches and not give you food. Grandpa Woodpecker said that in another year, I will grow as big as Aunt Fruit Tree. At that time, I will bear big and sweet fruit. Don't cry, little ant. I'll give you more cars. Well, I won't bully anyone. Can you whistle some leaves for me? All right, Xiao Shu shakes and shakes. Soon, the head of the young tree will become bald. Sister Shu, we are tired of playing. We will play with you tomorrow. Bye. bye.
The next day, little ants and monkeys came to play with Xiao Shu. This is not good. Sister Xiao Shu's cicadas are all yellow. Go find grandpa woodpecker. Sister Xiaoshu asked us to find Grandpa Woodpecker, Grandpa. who is it? It's us. Oh, monkeys and ants. What's the matter? Xiao Shu is ill. Let's go Okay, I'll go, huh? Why are the branches of small trees yellow? It's all our fault. We don't play with the leaves of young trees anymore. Oh, I see. You go to the orchard, ask aunt fruit tree for some green shoots, graft them on young trees, water them, fertilize them, catch insects, and the young trees will be cured of their diseases. You got it? Goodbye, they will do it according to the old man's method at once. They will get the gist of the tree. Soon, the disease of the young tree will be cured. There are apples, pears and oranges. Oh, what a strange tree. Actually, I'm not surprised. It's all the result of your cooperation. Now we can have a big meal. Then we hugged and smiled happily.
9. To write a composition on trees, the number of words must be about 500 words. Today, my mother took me to the park to play. The scenery in the park is really beautiful!
As soon as we walked into the gate, we saw a big banyan tree standing in the park. Every banyan tree is so big that five children can't hold it hand in hand. This banyan tree is very tall, five stories high. There are so many leaves on the banyan tree, one on top of the other, leaving no gaps. Green shines brightly in our eyes, as if a new life is trembling on every green leaf. There are many birds singing happily under the banyan tree. What a "bird's paradise"!
Further on, we saw a big round flower bed. There are so many flowers in the flower bed. They are brightly colored and bright. Some roses are in full bloom; Some just opened two or three petals; Some are in bud, showing colorful flowers. Rose is like an elegant and beautiful girl. Yingchun opened a smiling face. Impatiens are in full bloom. Morning glory blew a small purple trumpet. Let's decorate the park beautifully together. As soon as you walk into the park, you can smell a fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. There are also a group of hardworking bees collecting honey. One group came and the other flew away. Butterflies also take advantage of this excitement and dance on flowers.
We bypassed the flower bed and saw a big artificial lake. The water in the artificial lake is really quiet, as if it were an unpolished mirror; The water in the artificial lake is very clear, and you can see the bottom of the lake.
10. Write a tree composition of 400 words. There is a short pine forest outside the forest. One of them is a small pine tree. Although he is short, he always likes to show off himself, thinking that he is taller and taller than other small pine trees. Watching his companions being cut down one by one, he also laughed at them: only useless trees will be cut down in advance, and I am the most promising tree! So everyone ignored him. Christmas is coming. Seeing that all the friends around him have to pull out one tree at a time like a Christmas tree, he thought to himself: Hee hee, everyone else has pulled it out, but I haven't. Who told you to hit me? Serve you right! However, bad luck will come eventually, and the little pine tree has been pulled up into a Christmas tree. But in order not to be laughed at by others, he still said, "Nothing, I will be treated well there!" " "Say that finish, he proudly left the dwarf pine forest.
He was moved to a small room, and the owner had three children. On Christmas Eve, the host hangs all kinds of bells and lanterns on him. He wears another star on his head, and his body is covered with gifts. It looks beautiful. The children all ran carefully around him. Looking out the window at his partner who was turned into a kennel and fence, I was a little flattered with happiness: hee hee, am I right? I will be treated well here! The little pine tree smiled secretly.
However, after Christmas, the little pine tree was put in the corner of the warehouse, because after Christmas, why did the tree come? It takes up space again. But the little pine tree still thinks proudly: the warehouse is also very good! This is a big place and no one bothers me. "Hey, hey!" A little mouse emerged from a pile of scrap iron. "Who are you?" Asked the little pine tree. "I am a little mouse who lives here. Who are you? " So the little pine tree began to talk about him. "How interesting!" After listening to the story of the little pine tree, the little mouse shouted, "I will bring my brothers and sisters with me next time!" " ! ""Say that finish, the little mouse ran away.
The next day, the little mouse came again, but this time there were a little more mice. )。 They are also very interested after listening to the story of the little pine tree. But after a few days, the mice got tired of listening and never came again. The little pine tree thought, in this case, no one will bother me again, and I am finally quiet again. At this time, the master came again. He carried the small pine tree to the woodshed and chopped it into pieces for cooking. The little pine tree in the stove still refused to give up. He thought, now I can cook plates of delicious food. I'm amazing! At the end of dinner, the little pine tree turned into a pile of ash in the stove, which was ugly, but the little pine tree was still thinking: Although I turned into a pile of ash, I am still the most beautiful ash in the world!
Suddenly, the little pine tree felt itchy. It turned out that the servant came to sweep the dust. Small pine trees (ashes) that fell outside were blown away by the wind and scattered in the fields. Now he wants to be proud, but he cannot be proud.