1. My hometown, Yongcheng, Henan, a 300-word lavender composition for third grade, Volume 1
In my mind, the four seasons in my hometown are the most beautiful.
In spring, the weeping willows by the river sprouted, the peach trees bloomed, and the water in the river flowed quietly. Frogs were croaking and birds were singing excitedly on the branches. My brother and I were just about to get away with it, when a burst of fragrance filled our nostrils, Auntie, what flower has bloomed? We follow the clues, oh! It turned out that the snow-white pear blossoms in the yard were blooming.
In the summer, the trees are lush and the cicadas are chirping non-stop. "Heihei" at home has to stick out his pink tongue. The lotus flowers in the river are blooming, so fragrant and gorgeous. The drops of water on the lotus leaves are like rolling dewdrops, like pearls with broken strings, like bubbles spit out by fish.
In autumn, there are many fruits. The dates on the jujube tree are ripe, showing a sweet smile; the apples are red, and the children’s faces turn red after eating them; the persimmons on the persimmon tree are ripe, Like a flaming red lantern... The farmer uncle was so happy that he went to pick fruits with a basket.
In winter, goose-feather heavy snow falls from the sky. At this time, naughty children are playing in the snow. Suddenly, snow has more brothers and sisters, and snowflakes fall on your clothes and shoes... When you wipe off the naughty little snowflakes, they turn into small water drops.
I love my hometown, and I love the four seasons in my hometown even more! 2. How to write a 400-word essay on lavender for fourth graders
A pot of lavender was added to the balcony.
A few days ago, when my mother was watering the flowers, she stared at the empty balcony melancholy, turned to me and said, "Should we add more pots..." I was startled first, and then I jumped up as soon as I hit the sofa, and blurted out excitedly: "Lavender!" The lavender described by Yu Yujun is so beautiful that it is beyond the world: "They bloom one after another in the July sunshine, and they continue to become a bright and exciting field of light." Purple, every stage of purple is so beautiful, emitting bursts of slightly spicy fragrance." - I am obsessed with lavender.
My parents smiled helplessly, as if they were laughing at me for being too childish. Although they didn't quite approve, lavender was placed on the balcony.
On the large stems of the pot of lavender, only a few small lavender flowers bloomed, like a graceful fairy wearing a purple sun hat. Each leaf is like a baby's little hand, delicate and open.
I couldn't wait to rush forward, stroked the thick leaves, lowered my head and sniffed, but there was no fragrance. "Why is there no fragrance?" I asked my father in surprise, unable to believe it.
He put a few drops of water on the lavender leaves with his hand and shook his head to express his ignorance. "Your sister An Qi is right," my mother said nonchalantly. "I asked her to accompany me to go shopping that day. People said she was just lying to you little girls who have read too many fairy tales.
" As soon as he finished speaking, he left. In the past, whenever people said growing up was difficult, I couldn't help but refute it.
Now it seems that I was wrong. Seeing reality clearly and transforming again and again in disappointment may be called growth.
Under the setting sun, the shadow of lavender reflected on my face, and I smelled it, the smell of growth... 3. Writing about lavender in the second grade of elementary school
Describing words about lavender in the second grade of elementary school:
1. Under the blue sky, in the breeze, in the sunshine, in the fields, lavender is quietly blooming Tell those romantic stories.
2. One day, looking at the lavender in his hand that was gradually withering, the boy decided to look for where the lavender was blooming. He didn't know where that place was, but the wind brought the fragrance of lavender, which was like a gossamer. He followed the fragrance step by step forward.
3. When you stand among the vast lavender, when you look at this elegant and refreshing lavender, when you smell this refreshing and fragrant fragrance, you How can you not fall in love with lavender?
4. Looking at the lavender in front of me, I was slightly startled and felt a little sour. Maybe it was because I missed the lavender of my motherland so much! I shook my head and smiled. No matter what, I got those memories that made me happy! Thank you for reminding me of the joys of the past, Lavender! 4. My hometown essay 200 words third grade essay (Lavender on Hesi Road)
My hometown
My hometown is a beautiful place with lush green trees and flowers. The fragrance is fragrant.
In spring, the flowers are in full bloom, the butterflies and bees come out to collect nectar, and the cute little swallows also fly back from the south.
In summer, the sun is shining brightly, and many people go to the swimming pool in the park to swim. The lotus flowers in the lake are also blooming, pink, like a lotus lantern.
In autumn, the autumn wind is blowing, the red maple leaves have fallen, the fruits are ripe, and farmers are rushing to harvest.
In winter, the north wind is howling and snowflakes are slowly falling from the sky. The children are having snowball fights, making snowmen, and skating in the garden with great interest.
I love my hometown and its beautiful scenery in all four seasons.
5. A composition inspired by lavender
Lavender Secret
The morning sun is very warm, shining through the window screen on the two bottles of lavender on the desk. The little purple creature seemed to be emitting a faint light, hazy. Holding two bottles of lavender, I came to the windowsill and recalled the past of these two bottles of lavender...
I fell in love with lavender because I watched a TV series called "Lavender" a long time ago. Two elementary school classmates used to Lavender is the oath, making a promise to meet in elementary school when we are 20 years old. As a result, they both fulfilled their agreement. This friendship really moved me, and I gradually fell in love with lavender.
I still remember that when I was in third grade, my best friend was going to fly to the United States. One month before leaving, she and I bought two bottles of lavender, the kind of fragrant grass. We also made a promise to lavender: we must come back, and we must not forget each other. After my best friend flew away, I often looked at the lavender and thought of the friendship between us, the friendship that started in the first grade, the many pleasant scenes between her and me, and the memories of her and me. I like Harry Potter so much, think of the cartoons we all like to watch, and think of many, many things... Although I only have a bottle of lavender left to accompany me now, I am also satisfied, because at that time I thought it was a testimony of our friendship, it It's an agreement between us. One day, Lavender will grow up and my best friend will come back. Two years passed, and one night, I unexpectedly received a phone call. It's her, it's her, my best friend is back! It's not necessarily true in the TV series. She fulfilled her promise and she's back! When she returned to China, she called me first, and I was the first one! I was so happy that I didn’t know what to say. I just knew that the promise we made to lavender came true!
In sixth grade, I have not forgotten our lavender. Unexpectedly, I received another bottle of lavender. Although we didn't make a promise to lavender, I cherish this bottle of lavender very much. Because this bottle of lavender is filled with his blessings for me, and this bottle is full of happiness. Can I not cherish it? Although we are separated now, lavender contains the happiness we once had. Looking at Lavender, I seem to see his innocent smiling face, so kind and warm. Lavender also packs and preserves our beautiful memories...
Under the sun, two bottles of lavender silently exude a delicate fragrance. Lavender taught me to remember the happy moments between us, cherish every minute and second of the present, and let the future bring more happiness to the past. 6. A composition about lavender in my hometown
But the clusters of lavender bloomed more enthusiastically, firmly and bravely.
Some people say that she followed the youth into a wisp of smoke, looking for his hometown full of roses; but others say that the lavender is wrapped with the girl’s persistent love soul, and she will always be there. Waiting in the valley where we first met, waiting for the miracle of love... What first attracted me was the power of incense. The blue-purple incense stick was released quietly until it burned out.
The green and white smoke was swirling upwards. Through the swirling smoke, I watched it tenderly. The smoke shadows that kept rising and then disappearing turned into concrete and vague images. The white horse galloped out of thin air, with its sleeves fluttering. The flying Bodhisattva, the graceful and passionate fingertips... everything slowly disappears in the leisurely journey, leaving only the clear fragrance. I often burn lavender incense alone.
The fragrance of newly sawn sawdust, mixed with a bit of camphor and mint, spread thinly and immediately surrounded the entire space. The mysterious and unknown power awakened the dormant spirit, which passed through Get on the light feather yarn, fly, fly, that's where the beauty lies. Later, I actually owned two pots of lavender plants.
Two different varieties of lavender. A pot of lavender blooms brightly and innocently, and a pot of lavender with hidden buds.
"Mint Lavender" and "Sweet Lavender." The delicate, too light to touch, purple-blue flowers are dreamy and mysterious, as if they have come from another country.
Or, just flowers in the moonlight. They grow quietly and poetically, residing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, with the sunlight caressing them lovingly, casting a string of hazy shadows of flowers.
It is said that flowers and plants have a silent nature, and they will understand each other after being together for a long time. Waiting for the flowers to bloom is a wonderful thing.
Just moisten its soil with water and move light-loving plants out when the sun is shining. Then, when I woke up one ordinary morning, the pot called mint and lavender bloomed.
The dew-stained elf is growing vigorously, like a flower but not a flower, like a grass but not a grass. There are smoky purple and cobalt blue buds squeezed on the rhizome-shaped flower stems, and light wings are exposed outside. Warm purple petals, very soft texture, a little reddish, and unearthly beauty. There are countless tiny black dots printed on it. Each flower is a charming face, with a bit of witchcraft, as if it hides some sweet conspiracy. From the flower, you can see a graceful and aloof soul, walking leisurely. Past and present lives.
Clusters of purple and blue flames will instantly sting your heart and burn your eyes... I met a poem full of lavender. It is thought that flowering also means the decline of life, which is an irresistible law of nature.
The two pots of lavender always maintained an upward attitude. In a few days, many flower stems sprouted at an unexpected speed. After a series of rainy days, a few lavender flowers drooped, thinking that they would become silent, so they placed them in a corner of the balcony.
After the spring rain came the brighter and warmer sunshine. I accidentally discovered that purple-blue flowers appeared on the rhizome-shaped flower stems. They were more calm and distant than the first flowers, showing fullness and maturity. The texture, those fighting lives, the soul are as beautiful as the poetry. My sensitive nose also smelled a medicinal smell, which seemed familiar - the smell of incense! But it is natural, with a faint fragrance.
It is a healing grass. A pot of silently blooming lavender can soothe the soul.
I slowly learned about lavender. A kind of lavender has a unique aroma, with a hint of camphor in the mint and an extremely light sweet aroma.
There are many invisible oil glands hidden in its leaves and flowers, which emit fragrance when touched. The tired spirit is stretched and enriched again in the fragrance of flowers.
Lavender’s vitality is extremely strong, and people affectionately call it “the poor man’s herb.” Perhaps it is an elf that accidentally fell into the mortal world and was punished by God to be in the form of vegetation, but it secretly retains its precious fragrance and delicate flowers, waiting for simple and kind people.
In the distant Provence, patches of purple romance bloom. The lavender fields like purple mist all over the mountains and plains have been growing for more than a century.
Bits and pieces of purple slowly merge into a purple river, the kind of purple with blue that weaves into dreamy neon clothes. Connected to it are the mild weather, lush distant mountains, quiet rivers, and occasionally one or two white clouds floating on the blue tiles, like an Impressionist landscape and the eternal rhythm of nature in Cezanne's paintings.
Early summer is a festival in Provence. The entire mountain range is dyed with purple clouds. In addition to flowers, flowers, fragrance and fragrance, a pure romance and poetry, it is a mysterious and distant dream, lavender A fairy tale kingdom set on fire. If you can walk barefoot in the lavender field, the gentle wind caressing your cheeks, the smell of the flowers in the wind, the power that can travel through time and space, will be deeply remembered.
Life with vanilla is full of poetry. In fact, plants and trees have souls and their own unique flower language. Lavender is also called "love grass". Its flower language is the miracle of waiting for love.
The small purple-blue flowers shaped like wheat ears are soaked with the sadness of love. Legend has it that there lived a young girl in her cardamom years in a quiet valley. When she returned from picking flowers, she met an injured young man in blue and purple clothes. The kind-hearted girl left the young man at home to heal.
The magical lavender tea healed the young man, and the two fell in love deeply and could not leave each other... So the girl followed the young man to a distant hometown full of roses. The youngest in the village Before the girl left, the old man gave a bouquet of newly bloomed lavender to the persistent girl, telling her that the aroma of lavender would make unclean things appear, and it could be used to test the young man's sincerity... On the morning of the journey, the lavender all over the valley was swaying in the wind, and the wind was filled with a unique floral fragrance. The girl followed the old man's words and threw the lavender bouquet on the young man. A burst of purple smoke rose, and the young man followed. He disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "Actually, I am your heart that wants to travel far..." Soon, the girl picking flowers disappeared in the valley. But the clusters of lavender bloomed more enthusiastically, firmly and bravely.
Some people say that she followed the youth into a wisp of smoke, looking for his hometown full of roses; but others say that the lavender is wrapped with the girl’s persistent love soul, and she will always be there. Waiting in the valley where we first met, waiting for the miracle of love... I like lavender. How many earthly flowers can bloom with beauty in their bodies, soothe their souls with their fragrance, and wait for the miracle of love with their perseverance. 7. Write an essay about visiting the Lavender Manor
During the summer vacation, my parents, my parents, and their friends came to Xinjiang for a visit. Xinjiang is so big! We often have to drive hundreds of kilometers to go to every scenic spot! Among them, the most unforgettable tourist item for me was visiting the lavender manor.
Xinjiang’s lavender manor is located in Huocheng County, Ili City. It is one of the three largest lavender planting bases in the world and the largest lavender planting base in China. Walking through the flower field, bursts of fragrant breeze blow towards you. The rich floral fragrance seemed to penetrate every pore in the body. I seemed to be soaked in that charming fragrance, and I finally realized how intoxicating the fragrance of lavender is. In front of me is an endless ocean of purple lavender. The breeze blows, and the undulating flowers and plants set off waves of purple. Several cabins and windmills are dotted among them, and everything is filled with a strong Nordic exotic style. I posed in many beautiful poses and pestered my father to take pictures of me. In that sea of ??purple flowers, I left my happy figure. It wasn't until the tour guide came to urge us that I reluctantly left the flower field.
Then the tour guide took us into the Lavender Museum. Listening to the instructor's introduction, I learned that lavender actually has many uses: it can be made into essential oils, dried flowers, perfumes, sachets, etc.
Among them, if the sachets are hung in the wardrobe, they can also replace mothballs to add fragrance and prevent moths! It can also be used to make lavender ice cream. It is said that this ice cream is made from the milk produced by local cows and lavender. It is a purely natural green food without added colorings or flavors. This is a delicacy that can only be tasted in the place where it is produced. While my father and the others were busy shopping for lavender products, I was also busy visiting various lavender specimens and the process and equipment for making essential oils. Only then did I learn that lavender also comes in white. The ancient French used copper distillation equipment and hot steam to make essential oil.
Time passed quickly, and the tour guide came to rush us again. We had to reluctantly leave the lavender manor. Ah, the lavender manor is an unforgettable part of my trip to Xinjiang and a romantic memory! Goodbye Lavender Manor, I will come again! 8. Lavender composition
Have you ever seen a lavender field? On the endless fields, purple lavender flutters in the wind, forming a purple sea. This is the proud work "Waiting" created by the sister of the Academy of Fine Arts. She told me that the flower language of lavender is waiting. Little did I know that this sentence planted a seed in my heart - I want to plant a lavender!
I told my parents about my idea, but they disagreed and said they had no place to grow it. I told this matter to my most artistic cousin, and sure enough I got a response: she said she had planted a plant and it was about to bloom, and decided to let me take her to nurse the plant into bloom. I nodded excitedly.
This lavender is indeed about to bloom. My sister said that waiting for it to open is a long process and requires patience. When it does, it will open. This is the meaning of waiting. I watered it, basked it in the sun, and cared for it carefully
as my cousin told me. Later, I wrote an observation diary, recording its growth every day: Today, the first bud opened a little; today, another small leaf popped out; today, one of the buds has a bigger crack.
?Just like that, I don’t know how long it took, and the flowers began to stop moving. He's not going to die! A terrifying thought suddenly came to mind, and the first reaction in my mind was to find my cousin, but it was already very late, and it was impossible to run that far
. My eyes suddenly became empty, and I went back to bed angrily to sleep.
In the morning, it seemed that he was unwilling to face the fact that the flower was dead and stayed in bed. "The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming!" An excited voice came in, and I jumped out and ran outside. On the balcony, under the dazzling sunlight, a small purple flower stood proudly?
Every wait has a beautiful reward. 9. Write an essay about lavender using a self-narrative method
What initially attracted me was the power of incense. The blue-purple incense stick was released quietly until it burned out. The green and white smoke was swirling upwards. Through the swirling smoke, I watched it tenderly. The smoke shadows that kept rising and then disappearing turned into concrete and vague images. The white horse galloping out of thin air, the flying Bodhisattva with water sleeves fluttering, graceful and sentimental. Fingertips... everything slowly fades away in the leisurely movement, leaving only the clear fragrance.
I often burn lavender incense alone. The fragrance of newly sawn sawdust, mixed with a bit of camphor and mint, spread thinly, and immediately surrounded the entire space. The mysterious and unknown power awakened the dormant spirit, which put on the light feather gauze and flew. , fly, where is the beauty.
Later, I actually owned two pots of lavender plants. Two different varieties of lavender. A pot of lavender blooms brightly and innocently, and a pot of lavender with hidden buds. "Mint Lavender" and "Sweet Lavender."
The delicate, too light to touch, purple-blue flowers are dreamy and mysterious, as if they have come from another country. Or, just flowers in the moonlight. They grow quietly and poetically, residing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, with the sunlight caressing them lovingly, casting a string of hazy shadows of flowers. It is said that flowers and plants have a silent nature, and they will understand each other after being together for a long time. Waiting for the flowers to bloom is a wonderful thing. Just moisten its soil with a little water and move light-loving plants out when the sun is shining. Then, when I woke up one ordinary morning, the pot called mint and lavender bloomed. The dew-stained elf is growing vigorously, looking like a flower but not a flower, not like a grass but not a grass. There are smoky purple and cobalt blue flower buds squeezed on the rudimentary stems, and warm purple petals like light wings are exposed on the outside. They are very soft. The texture, with a little reddish color, is as beautiful as dust. There are countless tiny black dots printed on it. Each flower is a charming face, with a bit of witchcraft, as if it hides some sweet conspiracy. From the flower, you can see a graceful and aloof soul, walking leisurely. Past and present lives. Clusters of purple and blue flames will instantly sting your heart and burn your eyes... I met a poem full of lavender.
It is believed that flowering also means the decline of life, which is an irresistible law of nature. These two pots of lavender always maintained an upward attitude. In a few days, many flower stems sprouted at an unexpected speed. After a series of rainy days, a few lavender flowers drooped, thinking that they would become silent, so they placed them in a corner of the balcony.
After the spring rain came the brighter and warmer sunshine. I accidentally discovered that purple-blue flowers appeared on the rhizome-shaped flower stems. They were more calm and distant than the first blooming colors, showing a rich and mature texture. Those fighting lives, The soul is as beautiful as poetry. My sensitive nose also smelled a medicinal smell, which seemed familiar - the smell of incense! But it is natural, with a faint fragrance. It is a healing grass. A pot of silently blooming lavender can soothe the soul.
I slowly learned about lavender. A kind of lavender has a unique aroma, with a hint of camphor in the mint and an extremely light sweet aroma. There are many invisible oil glands hidden in its leaves and flowers, which emit fragrance when touched. The tired spirit is stretched and enriched again in the fragrance of flowers. Lavender's vitality is extremely strong, and people affectionately call it "the poor man's herb." Perhaps it is an elf that accidentally fell into the mortal world and was punished by God to be in the form of vegetation, but it secretly retains its precious fragrance and delicate flowers, waiting for simple and kind people.
In the distant Provence, patches of purple romance bloom. The lavender fields like purple mist all over the mountains and plains have been growing for more than a century. Bits and pieces of purple slowly merge into a purple river, and the purple with blue woven into dreamy neon clothes. Connected to it are the mild weather, lush distant mountains, quiet rivers, and occasionally one or two white clouds floating on the blue tiles, like an Impressionist landscape and the eternal rhythm of nature in Cezanne's paintings. Early summer is a festival in Provence, and the entire mountain range is dyed with purple clouds. Flowers are flowers, and fragrance is fragrance. It is pure romance and poetry. It is a mysterious and distant dream, a fairy tale kingdom lit by lavender. If you can walk barefoot in the lavender field, the gentle wind caressing your cheeks, the smell of the flowers in the wind, the power that can travel through time and space, will be deeply remembered.
Life with vanilla is full of poetry. In fact, plants and trees have souls and their own unique flower language. Lavender is also called "love grass". Its flower language is the miracle of waiting for love. The small purple-blue flowers shaped like wheat ears are soaked with the sadness of love.
Legend has it that there lived a young girl in her cardamom years in a quiet valley. When she returned from picking flowers, she met an injured young man in blue and purple clothes. The kind-hearted girl kept the young man at home to heal. The magical lavender tea made the young man recover, and the two fell in love deeply and could not leave each other... So, the girl followed the young man to a distant hometown full of roses. The oldest man in the village asked the girl before she left. Before, he gave a bouquet of newly bloomed lavender to the persistent girl and told her that the scent of lavender would make unclean things appear, which could be used to test the young man's sincerity...
In On the morning of the journey, the lavender all over the valley was swaying in the wind, and the wind was filled with a unique floral fragrance. The girl followed the old man's words and threw the lavender bouquet on the young man. A burst of purple smoke rose, and the young man followed. He disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "Actually, I am your heart that wants to travel far..." Soon, the girl picking flowers disappeared in the valley. But the clusters of lavender bloomed more enthusiastically, firmly and bravely. Some people say that she followed the youth into a wisp of smoke, looking for his hometown full of roses; but others say that the lavender is wrapped with the girl's persistent love soul, and she will always wait in the valley where she first met. , waiting for the miracle of love...
I like lavender. How many earthly flowers can bloom with beauty in their bodies, soothe their souls with their fragrance, and wait for the miracle of love with their perseverance. 10. When writing about lavender, do not write expository essays or novels.
I wrote it myself. I hope it will be adopted if it works.
According to the map, our family came to this lavender field. It was the first time I saw real lavender and I couldn't help but be surprised.
The large area of ??purple does not look dazzling, and there is an inexplicable harmony. It's very quiet here, this is the world of lavender, and people can't bear to destroy this natural beauty. I couldn't help but get closer to them, and the originally light fragrance became richer. But this is definitely different from the nobility of roses or tulips. Lavender brings a burst of freshness. It is not as noble as roses and tulips, but it has its pride, tranquility, and elegance, which are by no means comparable to roses. I stayed there, soaking in the freshness of the lavender.
Although I couldn’t bear to destroy it, I walked gently into this flower field. The lavender is planted neatly, and there are trails for viewing in the middle. As I walked among them, I discovered that the height of the lavender was not short and was already at the same level as my waist. My fingertips lightly touched the lavender petals, and a gentle touch warmed my whole body. These purple elves looked at me playfully and touched the hem of my skirt curiously. I don't feel ***, just a kind of sympathy between friends. I smiled and touched their soft flower branches as a sign of friendship.
Before I knew it, it was dusk. The setting sun dyed the sky red, dyed the clouds red, and cast a ray of red light on the elf's face. Their faces were slightly flushed, and their shy looks were so endearing. I sat quietly on the path and my head was covered by lavender. They exude a refreshing lavender fragrance, which envelopes me slightly. I am immersed in it and cannot escape from this beautiful world.
As I stroked the petals, I remembered that the sun had already set and my parents might be looking for me.
I stood up, glanced at these elves with nostalgia, gave them a faint smile, and turned around to leave the purple.
Far away from the hustle and bustle, I came to this pure land outside the secular world, and I was deeply moved. No matter what you face, as long as you smile gently, that's enough.