Composition on Poplar 1: Poplar in Winter
There are many scenic spots on campus, and the row of tall poplars impressed me the most.
In sunny spring, everything germinates and wakes up, and many small buds appear on poplar trees. In the first spring rain, poplars sucked the sweet rain and dew, and soon grew small leaves, which were small, exquisite and lovely. The breeze blew, and the trees smelled fragrant. This is a pure and natural taste of life, which permeates the whole campus and shines on the ground with golden sunshine. The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of the earth and the coolness of the leaves are one, but they are scattered but not scattered. The soft and sweet breath of life floats into the distance.
On a hot summer day, birds in the trees sing softly, cicadas sing softly, the breeze blows, and leaves shake gently with the wind. The green leaves of a tree seem to be jade's masterpiece. Green leaves look like water, as if they will break when touched. However, it is such a leaf that overlaps together to form a big green umbrella. Umbrella? It's cool to enjoy the cool.
Colorful autumn, full of golden leaves, is even more dazzling in the sun. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves falling on the tree were as dazzling as gold foil, as if a group of butterflies were flying in succession, which was beautiful.
In winter, cotton-like snowflakes fall leisurely, and clusters of white snow hang on the branches of poplar trees. Under the clouds, Qiao Mei is not afraid of ice and snow. Sing the beauty of snow at the scene of the kiss xiu, and don't forget to say hello to the notification room. ? Poplar also has a faint luster in winter.
Composition II on Poplar: Poplar in the Wind
In the frontier of our colorful motherland, there are rows of tall and beautiful soldiers? Poplar.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew gently over the poplar, and the leaves on the branches played a refreshing tune like countless gentle fingers. Listening, my heart is as sweet as drilling a bucket of honey. I gently picked a green leaf with my fingers and touched the fine texture on the leaf with my heart. I was surprised and felt the cycle of life and the migration of time. Leaves fall slowly from the tree. The life of the leaves is the inheritance without regrets, the alternation without regrets, and the selfless dedication of everything. Isn't that green leaf the baton of life transmission? Everyone, even every member of nature, should contribute to the cultivation and care of our nature, and love nature until the end of life?
I lay comfortably under the tree and looked at the thick trunk. Poplar is like a tall giant. In the frontier, he resisted the sandstorm and terrible storm and stood upright on the yellow land, motionless. I can't help wondering what makes them so powerful and fearless, right? It was his indomitable spirit that brought him strength. Whether it's sandstorm or rain or snow, they are always so straight and never bend. On his tall body, it seems full of wisdom and scars. I like poplars. They used dry land to stop sandstorms. They paid a lot for nature, but they didn't get much in return. Their spirit makes me admire them a little. I love them.
Looking from the other side, there is a small white poplar growing against the wind and sand.
Composition III on Poplar: Love Beautiful Poplar
My yard is shaded by trees, and all kinds of trees beautify the campus. Every morning when I go to school, there are rows of poplars on both sides of the road, tall and straight, like guards.
Spring has come, and the branches are covered with fat dolls. When the spring rain falls, they desperately suck the dew of spring, as if to dress up tomorrow more beautifully. In a few days, the buds began to grow leaves, and gradually every branch was covered with green leaves, dense, swaying gently in the breeze, like a lively and lovely child.
When summer comes, the children are all grown up and covered with green trees. The sun shines on the leaves, and the bright green color is dazzling. It seems that every leaf has a new vitality. After the rainy night, poplars are more beautiful. The drops of water falling on the leaves sparkled like jewels in the moonlight. Poplar trees are not only beautiful but also have a noble style. They treat birds like their own children, let them build nests on themselves and shelter them from the wind and rain.
In autumn, the frosted poplar leaves gradually turn yellow, and pieces of yellow leaves fall in the autumn wind. With the wind, it sometimes seems to be swaying and fluttering leisurely; Sometimes it falls slowly like a parachute; Sometimes like a flock of swallows, flying leisurely. How interesting! The newly fallen leaves are like a golden carpet. Fallen leaves are swept into the garden, which blends with the earth and breeds hope for the coming year.
Winter has come, although it is not as brilliant as when there are leaves, it seems to be bigger now. Always grunting in the cold wind, as if challenging the cold wind. When the heavy snow came, they became friends with Snow Girl. Her indomitable spirit finally moved her. Snow Girl generously gave her a quilt, and Poplar fell asleep warmly.
Yes, they have been tired for a year. It's time for them to have a good sleep!
I love you, Poplar! Love your beauty, love your selflessness and your indomitable enterprising spirit.
Composition four about poplars: When poplars fall to the ground
Spring has arrived, the breeze is warm and the sun has become warm. The earth began to thaw and become soft.
In my hometown, poplars on poplars can best show spring information. You see, other trees haven't changed much, but what about tall poplars? Baiyang Lake? I don't know when I quietly showed my head, and it became thick and long day by day. Furry? Baiyang Lake? Shaking in the spring breeze, fluttering leisurely, as if to say to people: spring is coming, the weather is getting warmer. ?
I often hear the old farmer say: the beard of poplar does not wither. ? Is that really the case? I am dubious and determined to find out.
After a spring rain, I carefully observed Baiyang Lake? After the rain, it splashed on the ground in the fresh and humid air. Why is this? Is it a coincidence, or is there some scientific truth?
So what? Poplar beard does not dry? There are two reasons: first? Baiyang Lake? It is the seed of poplar, but its seed is light and small, hidden in the fuzzy fluff? Hu? Because the seeds are small and light, unlike other plants, which have a certain weight when they mature, they can fall naturally. Second, is it fluffy after the spring rain? Hu? Absorbed enough water, the weight increased a lot, and the spring breeze blew after the rain. Baiyang Lake? It spilled all over the floor. This interesting natural phenomenon appears every year, so it is no wonder that the experienced old farmer said, "Why doesn't the poplar beard dry?"? Yes
? Baiyang Lake? When we landed, it was the season when we were busy planting spring garlic here.
Friends, how interesting nature is! Let's go to nature to observe carefully and study deeply!
Composition 5 on Poplar: Poplar Scenery
Graceful willows, tall and straight pine trees and fragrant osmanthus trees, compared with these, I think the poplar trees in front of my grandmother's house are more worthy of my appreciation.
Spring has come, the trees are full of tender babies, and the spring rain is pouring down, and they are desperately sucking. After more than a month, the buds began to sprout, and gradually every branch of the silver tree was covered with green leaves, dense and swaying gently in the breeze. When summer comes, the buds all grow up. The trees are covered with green leaves, and the bright green hurts our eyes. It seems that every leaf is a new life. After the rain cleared, the poplar trees became greener. Water drops are hung on branches and leaves, and the wind blows them down on people who are hiding under the trees. It feels so comfortable! At that time, poplars were flourishing, and we could take it as a natural umbrella and sit in the Three Gorges to enjoy the cool and chat. Poplar trees are not anti-American, but also have noble qualities. They treat birds like their own children, let them build nests on themselves and shelter them from the wind and rain.
In autumn, the scattered poplars become the fertilizer for plants, blend with the earth, and place their hopes for the coming year. In winter, poplars lose their lush leaves, but they don't bend at all. It is still so tall and straight, as if it has grown taller, showing its style and stubbornness to the fullest.
Throughout the year, despite the storms, sandstorms, droughts and scorching sun exposure, poplars still grow tenaciously, forming a unique and beautiful landscape for 5,000 years.
Composition 6 about poplars: live like poplars.
The classroom was silent, only the rustling of writing echoed in the empty classroom. I put down my pen and looked helplessly out of the window. It's winter now, and the outside world has been covered with ice and snow. My heart is not very bright at the moment, just like the outside world. Alas, after studying mathematics so hard for so long, I still can't work out a correct answer to the equation on the test paper. How can this not make people feel depressed?
I once heard from my father that I would move to the south next month. Winter in the south is different. Without snow, it wouldn't be so cold.
I don't think so in my heart. Don't you have to bury yourself in your studies when you get to the south? At that time, we not only had to deal with difficult mathematical equations, but also faced many strange people and things! Alas, the winter in my heart will definitely be longer, and I'm afraid spring will not come!
Outside the window, the poplar has already fallen off its branches, and there is not a residual leaf left on the branches. Such a tree has become a different kind of scenery in the northern winter campus. They are not lush all year round like pine trees, nor can they stand proudly in the most gorgeous posture like wintersweet. They just stood naked and straight on both sides of the school road, standing in different scenery.
In spring, they used to absorb clouds and rain all day and struggled to grow up, but in the end, they still couldn't escape the sorrow of dead leaves from autumn to winter and heavy snow from winter to sun. That being the case, why should we work so hard to strive for the upper reaches?
Just then, a northwest wind blew, and the slender branches of poplar swayed in the cold wind, shaking the snow on the branches that stretched upward. The cold wind woke me up. It suddenly occurred to me that this winter, regardless of the cold wind, ice and snow, poplars did not bend at all and worked tirelessly to develop upwards. Isn't this spirit of never giving up in the face of difficulties exactly what I lack? What I see in front of me is not only a different scenery, but also a different attitude towards life!
With this in mind, I made up my mind: even in the strange south, I will face all the difficulties with the attitude of poplar, and I will live a wonderful life like poplar!
So I continued to bury myself in solving the problem.
Composition 7 on Poplar: Poplar on campus
In the south of our school, there is a row of tall and straight poplars.
They are brave trees. Throughout the year, whether it is rain, snow, wind and frost, hot summer and cold, they stick to it and their spirit is admirable.
In spring, poplars have grown green buds; Show a new green, more energetic than usual! After a misty spring rain, the leaves are covered with crystal dew, as if countless lives are shaking. The leaves are green, shining in the sun, like washed with water, beautiful!
Summer is a period when poplars grow vigorously. At this time, the poplar trees are flourishing and more lush. It blocks the sunshine with dense leaves, and lets us read and play in the shade?
It's golden autumn, and the leaves of poplar change from dark green to yellow-green, and then to light yellow. Finally, it turned dark yellow. When it was blown by the wind, it turned a somersault, flew down like a yellow butterfly and landed on the path, as if it were covered with a yellow carpet.
When winter comes, poplars are not afraid of cold. The goose feather snow fluttered in the air, and the cold wind blew, shaking her branches violently. Its brown leaves are gone, and its bare trunk is covered with a layer of black bark, just like wearing a black coat. However, they did not show weakness, held their heads high and fought bravely against the snowstorm. Poplar conquered the snowstorm again and again with tenacious perseverance.
Ah, poplar on campus, I admire your spirit; I admire your character. You let me know what it is from you? Perseverance? ; What do you mean? Brave? ; What do you mean? Stubborn? .
I love poplars on campus!
Composition 8 about poplars: I have a poplars.
I am a poplar. The difference is that I am a white poplar in Gobi. In my heart, I am always so happy and carefree, as if I were competing with the muddy yellow land and the lonely Gobi. There are only a few old poplars around me. I always see the sadness on their faces. I'm naive, and I can't help feeling a little fresh.
I am a poplar. In the vast Gobi desert, there is only uniform yellow, so monotonous. It doesn't rain here all the year round, there is no nutrition in the soil, not even a grass. There is no life here. No happiness has ever swept here. What awaits us every day is loneliness and despair. Only the dry trunk, a piece of loess and yellow sand. However, we have never seen a poplar bow to such bad weather and environment. As soon as we fell here, we were deeply rooted here and were not afraid of anything. When I meet the sweet and rare rain, I suck hard to make myself grow taller, grow thick branches and lush green leaves. We insist on guarding this desolate and seemingly hopeless land. We stick to it and be border guards.
I am a poplar, and I am eager for prosperity and happiness. Whenever my hopes are about to be dashed, I always hear a bird song, a burst of thunder, a fallen leaf and a gust of wind. I always thought they were encouraging me. So, I grew up day by day.
Until one day?
? We are frontier pioneers! We should take the desolation away and leave the prosperity here! We should be optimistic! We took away despair and left joy and happiness. I finally believe that my wish has come true-my efforts have not been in vain! Those border guards accompany us day and night: chatting in our shade when it is hot; Rest on us when you are tired; It is raining. Building a house under a tree? Finally, a brand-new road opened before us. Suddenly, I shed tears.
The next day, they went back singing the song of victory. We are frontier pioneers! We have eliminated the desolation and this place will become prosperous. Every time the train passes by on the railway, I will show that kind of smile with a pair of fresh, happy, appreciative and envious eyes. I smiled and thanked those hands, one by one, who was in the distance?
Now I am a happy poplar, carefree and free?
Composition 9 on Poplar: Unyielding Poplar
Poplar, very common, grows on the Gobi desert, but it is also this plant, which makes me admire and praise him.
On the vast Gobi desert with yellow sand all over the sky, a row of straight poplars stand on the Gobi desert like well-trained soldiers. Looking around, there is only muddy yellow, the Gobi desert is dry and hot, and almost no plants survive. The environment here is worse than the desert, because there is not a grass or even a vibrant Achnatherum splendens.
This is the case next door. No one wants to come and no plants want to settle here.
Poplar is different. He didn't hate the harsh environment next door, but stood there persistently and stubbornly. Maybe he thinks that only there can he show his value, and he should do his bit for the construction of the frontier. When the wind and sand swept, when the rain and snow whipped mercilessly, when the flood came like a devil, when all kinds of misfortunes gathered. But he is still so straight and strong. He never yearns for Wenshui Town, and Gobi is his best place to go.
Because, in the water town, it is insignificant; In the Gobi desert, it can resist the invasion of wind, sand, rain and snow and contribute to the development of the motherland. He is the most ordinary person. His appearance is not as gorgeous as noble nanmu, but he can have such a lofty spirit. Like all frontier builders, he is determined to take root, build and protect the frontier!
When the last ray of sunshine is exhausted, the sky is woven that night. When the north wind blows gently, looking at the poplar tree, he is so tall and strong, which is a symbol of the unyielding Chinese nation.
What I hate and despise are those corrupt officials who live a life of scraps of paper and gold and ignore human life. Continue to praise Nanmu! This only shows your pedantry and ignorance. Only this poplar can make me admire and praise. Poplar! The unyielding poplar! How noble your spirit is!