Zhang Shu's composition is 600 words 1
On the roadside in front of my house, there is a row of camphor trees, six of which have existed since I can remember. They have been guarding my happy time like guards.
Looking from the front of the house, these jagged camphor trees spread with dense green branches and leaves, like countless pairs of arms struggling to open, trying to enclose a shade, just like huge mushrooms standing there, faintly visible that powerful branches stretch straight up. The diagonal branches are slender, but not weak. They are still under the pressure of dense pages, so strong.
Walking under the camphor tree, the first thing I felt was the coolness under the green forest tree in the scorching sun. Looking up, you can see the thick and slender branches intertwined, and the sparse sunlight penetrates and projects on the ground. My body is mottled, warm but not hot. Leaning against the thick trunk of Cinnamomum camphora, you can reach out and touch the uneven and cracked skin, and feel the time when the years cut on it, leaving a gully that will never disappear. Just like the deep wrinkles left on the face of a young woman after the erosion of time.
It is these camphor trees that enclose my childhood habitat; It is these camphor trees that guard my childhood paradise; It is these camphor trees that have preserved the most precious memories of my childhood!
It is also such a hot afternoon that the sunset gradually turns red. My mother-in-law and I sat under the camphor tree. I watched my mother-in-law put the dug earthworm on the wire, then inserted it into the bamboo basket and made more than a dozen "trenches" in a row. In summer, my mother-in-law wears earthworms under these camphor trees every afternoon just to catch my favorite "eel"! And I will move a small bench to sit next to my mother-in-law every afternoon, no matter how hot the weather is. Under the green forest of camphor tree is my most precious and memorable time!
At that time, my mother-in-law's care was like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain and surrounding me warmly. Those camphor trees are also like a big umbrella, opening a cool world for me and my mother-in-law, guarding my warm time with my mother-in-law!
Zhang Shu composition 600 words 2
Maybe this tree has something to do with me since I was a child! Mother told me that the camphor tree was planted when I was born.
Growing up slowly, in summer, I found that cicadas always sang in trees elsewhere, but never numbered camphor trees. I wondered at that time, then why is there no trace of cicada in camphor tree?
When I was old, I read the article "The Former Residence of Soong Ching Ling" and suddenly realized. It turns out that camphor tree has insecticidal characteristics, so this strange phenomenon will occur.
I remember that in the hot summer, grandpa always carried a rocking chair under the camphor tree and sat on it, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, his eyes closed slightly, and the fan kept shaking in his hand. As for me, I slowly shook my grandfather's chair. Sometimes, grandpa asks me to pour a cup of tea or get a newspaper. I'm happy to let grandpa tell me what to do. I walked under the tree, and the water was already shaking "seaweed dance". Sometimes my mother sees it and says to me, "Slow down, slow down, it's about to start."
As it happens, the river is not far away. The water is not clear, but there are fish. Usually at five o'clock, the shadow of camphor tree will lengthen, which just gives us a little shadow. Grandpa and I went fishing there. Fishing is a pleasure, and all the fish jump out and wait for the bait to eat. We laughed, as if the big camphor tree also smiled, which was really sweet.
It's raining again. I buried an old cat in front of the camphor tree. It is a good cat. When you get to school, wait for me at the door. A few years later, it died of old age. It went to heaven to find its mother. I buried it under the tree. Water drops fell from the tree, as if I were crying for the death of the cat. At this moment, I think camphor tree is spiritual.
To my surprise, this camphor tree has blossomed brilliant florets since it was planted, and the flowers are so pure. Grandpa also said with emotion after seeing it: "In fact, trees also have feelings. Maybe flowers are their words! "
Since then, I have cherished everything in nature. Yes,
I should cherish everything with me now.
Zhang Shu composition 600 words 3
Childhood quietly ended on my dull life stage, and youth had already stood on tiptoe anxiously and moved the dance steps lightly. However, I can never give up the camphor tree that accompanied me through my childhood.
When it snows heavily in winter, the stout camphor trees are wrapped in silver. After other trees broke because of the heavy snow, it still stood proudly. Although sometimes I frown slightly because of the pain in my arm and the dark green leaves rustle in protest, more often it just shakes violently like sneezing and shakes off some stubborn white snow.
In spring and summer, lush leaves will cast a huge shadow on the ground. I like standing under this camphor tree. When I look up, the sun will shine through the tiny gaps between the leaves and into my pupils. Sometimes the light is so dazzling that I have to close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, dim black spots will appear in front of me.
In autumn, camphor tree is like an old man who has gone through the gray, and the brown dead branches extend into the sky.
I spent my childhood under this big camphor tree.
I wrapped the rubber band around the trunk and danced "weeding". I walked around the house in the shade. I used a knife to carve patterns and patterns on colorful tree trunks. I picked the soft camphor leaves and folded them into a dustpan. I peeled off layers of camphor tree skin to feed the dog. I shook down the small hard fruit on the tree and soaked it in "Hua San".
..... When I stepped on the soft soil, I realized that my slightly stupid childhood had gone without saying goodbye to me.
Cinnamomum camphora's annual rings unfold in circles like water halo, unfolding the most perfect posture. I grew up year after year under the camphor tree. I vaguely see that in the direction of my childhood, youth in gorgeous clothes is slowly coming on the horizon.
In a trance, the childhood pictures under the camphor tree flashed by my eyes one by one, and were taken into photos by time and collected in the album in my heart.
Those pictures will be played in my heart from time to time, with joy and pain, and the background will always be the old camphor tree.
Thank you for the wonderful childhood that the big camphor tree brought me. No matter where I go, I will remember you-big camphor tree!
Zhang Shu composition 600 words 4
There are several tall camphor trees on campus. Don't underestimate camphor tree, it is one of the four famous trees.
Cinnamomum camphora is a subtropical tree species. Mainly distributed in the south of the Yangtze River, it is a long green tall tree of Catalpa in Lauraceae. It blooms in early summer, with yellow-green, conical flowers, wide crowns and dense leaves all over the area. It is an excellent shade for street trees and courtyards. Cinnamomum camphora has the characteristics of temperature resistance, corrosion resistance and insect repellent because of its special aroma and oil. It is an ideal material for making expensive furniture, high-grade buildings, shipbuilding and sculpture. Camphor for daily use is a white crystal extracted from the roots, branches and leaves of camphor tree. It is colorless and transparent, and has a cool fragrance. Used for moth prevention, and also widely used in medicine and chemical industry.
Cinnamomum camphora not only brings beauty to the students, but also brings happiness to the familiar atmosphere of the students. Every summer, students will go to the trees to enjoy the cool. As the saying goes, predecessors planted trees-descendants enjoy the cool. From a distance, I look like a slim girl, standing on the flat ground seriously, enjoying the cool quietly under the camphor tree. When the wind blows, its voice is sometimes forceful and full of passion, like a bird with broken wings in a storm; Sometimes it flows, and it flows happily. Like a forest stream passing through the mist at dawn; Sometimes majestic, sometimes desolate and tragic, like the Yellow River roaring in the air with turbid waves. ...
Cinnamomum camphora, regardless of wind and rain, thunder and lightning, will always be green; Just like camphor leaves, no matter how the color changes, red and green are always relative. Even if the fallen leaves return to their roots, they should release the last glory of life. The roots of Cinnamomum camphora are deeply rooted in the soil, and will not be shaken by wind and rain. It can be described by a poem: the wings soar into the sky, and the fragrance of camphor trees floats across Chung Shan Man. The green shade in spring and summer is cool for thousands of years, and the poetry is full of gas field. Cinnamomum camphora never shows off itself, silently decorating the earth. Isn't this just like being with our teacher every day?
There are camphor trees on campus, and gardeners with the nature of camphor trees can certainly take good care of them. Grow up under the care, accompany me all my life!
Zhang Shu's composition is 600 words 5
Some people like ancient ginkgo trees, some people like exquisite peach trees, some people like osmanthus, but I prefer ordinary big camphor trees!
Why do I prefer camphor trees? This should start from that summer vacation, when I went to visit my grandma and grandpa in the country.
That day, I suddenly smelled a fragrance in the car, which smelled great. Grandpa said it was from a big camphor tree. Its branches stretch out very long. In summer, when the sun is very strong, camphor trees let people enjoy the cool; When it snows in winter, camphor trees let children shake the "snow tree". After school, the children played games and sang songs hand in hand under the big camphor tree, which was full of joy and made people feel very relaxed. The children are tired of playing and want to sing, so they sit under the camphor tree and have tea and snacks. I remembered my childhood in the countryside. How happy I was then! I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my grandfather said that Cinnamomum camphora was a kind of silent dedication tree, so I asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, why do you say that Cinnamomum camphora is a kind of silent dedication tree?"
Grandpa said, "Because it has many uses, but he never shows off!" " Grandpa smiled and said, "For example, camphor trees can be used to make exquisite and durable furniture, strong and beautiful wooden houses and fragrant white paper." ... these are the functions of the trunk. "
Grandpa sighed and said, "But nobody uses these now! Another useful thing of camphor tree is its leaves. The leaves of camphor trees can be made into moth-proof things. After I put this thing in the past, those books were so well preserved. This is the advantage of leaves. "
After listening to this passage, I couldn't help crying with a "wow", and because of this passage, I remembered the cleaners, because they worked silently for the people, never asking for anything in return or money, only focusing on the cleanliness and beauty of the city. Where there is rubbish, there will be rubbish. Isn't this the spirit of "big camphor tree"?
I looked at the big camphor tree in front of me and thought of the cleaner. My heart suddenly felt warm. ...