My hometown is Fuqing, and I love loquat in my hometown.
In late autumn and early winter, loquat trees have blossomed with pale yellow flowers. Loquat flowers bloom the most in the twelfth lunar month, which is known as "negative snowflake". Loquat flower is very small, although it is not as delicate as roses and peonies, but it gives off a faint fragrance when everything is dying, which makes people intoxicated.
When winter goes and spring comes, loquat trees are covered with green fruits, just like shy little girls, hiding in the green leaves in the shape of pipa. Seen from a distance, they are green, as if decorated with jade. In April and May, green loquat trees are covered with loquats. They are like little golden lanterns mixed with green leaves. They are really like golden fruits pressing branches and shining like stars.
There are many varieties of loquat, such as sweet and sour Zaozhong No.6, oval Changhong, big and red Jiefangzhong, flat and round orange-red ... Their varieties are different, their appearance is different and their fragrance is different, but no matter which one, it will make your mouth water.
Loquat is mostly the size of an egg. Loquat is blue first, and then turns yellow. The immature loquat is sour, but it is sweet when it is ripe. Sometimes loquat is eaten too much, and all the teeth are falling out. You know, loquat is ripe, but it's still a little sour. I can't wait to take off its yellow and thin coat. The flesh inside is crystal clear, and when you take a bite, the juice overflows your mouth, and the taste is soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste.
Loquat, also known as "sweet", is the king of fruit. Loquat is full of treasures, and its stems can be used as medicine; Leaves can clear away heat and cure stomach diseases; The pulp is highly nutritious. It contains a lot of vitamins A, B and C, and it is very helpful for children's development to eat regularly. It can also relieve cough, moisten lungs, clear heat and diuresis.
I love you, loquat in my hometown!
2. The composition about loquat is more about loquat in my hometown.
Around April and May, people can often be seen gathering in groups on both sides of the street, carrying baskets to sell loquat, which reminds me of the interesting story of helping grandma pick loquat and sell loquat when I was a child.
My hometown is Putian, which is the "distribution center of loquat wholesalers", and loquat is our specialty there. Loquat blooms in 12 and March. The blooming flowers are snow-white, with five petals clustered together one by one, as if the branches were covered with a layer of snow. Around April and May, loquat fruit was only the size of "table tennis", green and emitting a faint sour taste. I smell this and my mouth is watering. I couldn't help secretly picking one to taste. I peeled it and ate it with relish. Who knows, a thick sour taste is so strong that I can't open my eyes and speak. I will never be greedy again. Finally, in May, the loquat is ripe. My grandmother and I went to the garden to pick loquat with baskets. I am so happy that I can finally eat the sweet and big loquat! As soon as I entered the garden, I saw a large area of loquat forest in Huang Chengcheng. I jumped up happily, ran into the garden and helped grandma pick loquats with great interest. Looking at those fist-sized golden loquats, I swallowed. Just picked a few, then leaned against the loquat tree and tasted the loquat like a lantern. Drawing lessons from the past, I carefully licked it with my tongue. Ah, how sweet! Then, I wolfed it down at lightning speed. After eating the contents of the basket, I felt unfinished, and licked the juice left on my lips, with endless aftertaste. Finally, grandma set up a stall on the side of the road, put on fresh loquat just picked, and kept drinking: "I sold loquat!" " Sweet and big fresh loquat ... "I was still eating and mixing:" Delicious loquat! Come and see! "Pedestrians or vehicles passing by will always stop to buy a catty to satisfy their appetite.
Of course, loquat is not only sweet and sour, very delicious, but also has high medicinal value! Not only can cure cough, but also cure throat! The processed "loquat dew" is cool and pungent, and tastes delicious! Besides these, the weather is very hot in April and May, so eating loquat can quench your thirst! You can also wrap loquat for friends and relatives ... it's killing two birds with one stone!
Eating delicious loquat, I can't help but recall the warmest, most unforgettable and charming hometown; Tasting this delicious loquat reminds me of my homesickness for everyone, everything, every plant, every scene and everything in my hometown. Homesickness is gentle, heavy and deliberate. Who doesn't love his hometown?
As a sincere friend and a friend in need, the Chinese pipa girl sincerely praised and thanked her for her wonderful performance and asked her to play another tune. She wanted to write a long poem "Pipa Trip" for her. The pipa girl didn't want to socialize much, but when she saw that the poet was so sincere and emotional, she set the tone and played a sadder tune. This piece of music moved all the listeners. Look at the front of his blue shirt, it's soaked through. Raise the strings: tighten the strings and improve the tone. Blue shirt: casual clothes with eight or nine products. Sima was born with nine products, so he wore a blue shirt. This poem is very artistic. First, he combined the singer and the singer's thoughts and feelings, saying that you are talking about me and I am talking about you, and the fate is the same and closely related. After the poet described his life experience, the pipa girl was "... moved by my words, and she stood there for a while". After the pipa girl played another song, the poet was even more "this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. " He is a bosom friend, touching everywhere and loving everywhere. Secondly, the means of writing scenery and music in the poem are superb, closely combined with writing life experiences and expressing sadness, and the atmosphere is consistent, so that the work is immersed in a sad and sad atmosphere from beginning to end. Third, "Don't feel dark and hate life, and speak more in silence than in voice"; There were fewer and fewer chariots and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears; "We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " , and so on are beautiful and moving sentences! Bai Juyi was originally a poet who cared about the lower class and sympathized with the people's sufferings. This time, he described a touching and pitiful image of a prostitute in simple and fluent language. Because of this poem, Bai Juyi's name has become a household name, known to all women and children. Thirty years later, in a poem written for Bai Juyi, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty said, "The boy understands the Song of Eternal Sorrow, and Hu Er can sing Pipa Xing. What's more, it is a Han nationality with a little education. Yuan and ten years moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, he will send a guest to Pukou, where he will hear the pipa player playing at midnight. Listen to his voice, there is a clank of iron in Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and studies pipa in Mu and Cao Ershan. When he was old, he decided to be Jia's wife. He ordered wine, so that at night, I began to feel the intention of leaving. Because the sentence was long, I gave them a song, 6 16 words. My life is called Pipa Journey. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music, because we drank all the wine. We didn't feel happy, we were parting from each other. When the river mysteriously widened and approached the full moon, we heard a sudden sound. A guitar crossed the water, and the host forgot to go home. The guest had to go his way. Who is the bomber? The voice was interrupted ... then she reluctantly replied, we moved our boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar ... She turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and we could feel her feelings, even when she played. They have been playing with low eyebrows, saying that they have infinite things in their hearts. They are slowly twisted and repeated, and they are originally Liu Yao after "Nishang". The big string is noisy like a downpour, and the small string whispers earnestly. The noise broke up seriously. It's like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade. The bottom of the flower is slippery, but it is difficult to flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the condensate is endless. Fell into deep sadness and hidden lament, said more in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly broke the gushing water and jumped out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down her pick, she ended with a blow. All four strings made a sound, like torn silk, with a quiet east boat and a quiet west. Only the autumn moon was seen in the center of the river. She thoughtfully put her finger on the strings and adjusted her clothes to make herself look a little astringent. She said she was a woman in Beijing. Living in her parents' house at the foot of Toad Mountain. She learned the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art and even experts admired her, and her beauty made all the leading dancers envy her. How generously the aristocratic young people in Wuling competed, countless red silks were given to a song, silver combs inlaid with shells were broken by her rhythm, and bloody Luo skirts spilled wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be idle. Brother retired, aunt died, and the color will be the same after death. The front door was deserted and the boss married a businessman's wife. The businessman values profit more than parting. A month ago, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. She was guarding an empty boat at the mouth of the river. Except for the bright moon and cold water, she had no companions. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreamed of her victory and was awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I am even sadder and we are all unhappy. At the end of the day, why should we know each other when we meet? A year ago, I came here from the capital, and now I am a sick exile in Jiujiang. Jiujiang is so far away that I don't hear music, whether it is strings or bamboo. For a whole year, my residence, the town near the river, is low and humid, with bitter reeds and yellow rushes around the house. What can I hear in the morning and evening? ? In the flowery spring morning and the moonlit autumn night, I often pick up the wine and drink it alone, with the cuckoo crying and the ape sobbing. Of course, there are folk songs and village bagpipes, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt as if my hearing was bright because of Don't Leave Us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the journey of pipa for you. I feel like I've been saying this for a long time, but I'm sitting in a hurry. Sorrow is not like moving forward, everyone is crying. Who cried the most in the seat? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Rhyme: Rhyme Translation: Tang Xianzong Yuanhe ten years, I was demoted to Sima of Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests in Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat. Listen to that voice, it sounds like a popular rhyme in Kyoto. I asked this man, who used to be a singer in Chang 'an and studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao. Later, when she was older, she became popular. A little glum, talking about the joy of my youth, but now I'm wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. I have been happy since I left Beijing for two years, but now I am moved by this man's words and feel demoted that night. So I wrote a long poem for her, 6 16 words, entitled Pipa. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to bid farewell to a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling. I dismounted and bid farewell to the guests on board, raising a glass and drinking, but there was no string to help me. When I am dissatisfied with wine, I feel even more sad. When I left, the bright moon was reflected on the boundless river at night. Suddenly I heard the pipa playing on the river. I forgot that the guests who came back didn't want to leave. I followed the body and asked who was playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time, and nothing happened. We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet. Ask the servant to add more wine to the lamp and set the banquet again. After a long time, she came out shyly, holding a pipa in her hand, half covering her shy face.
4. Write a composition with "Loquat Tree". It says 500 words. Someone must have vomited the loquat pit on the lawn downstairs last summer. In the early spring of this year, two loquat saplings actually grew. They stood side by side a few feet away, like twins.
After several spring rains, this is gratifying for Xin Wei. It has soared a lot. It's already two small trees. Their trunks are straight, with four or five branches at the top, and big and long oval leaves grow on the branches. They form a circle like petals, as if protecting the little bud in the middle! It seems that the leaves painted with wax are oily, green and thick, and the veins are clear, like pipa, so "loquat" may be named after it! Loquat trees grow very fast. In just a week or so, new leaves have grown again. They are bright yellow, watery and lovely. But the original old leaves became darker, gradually lost their luster and hung down. I can't help but think that the old leaves will give their nutrients at all costs for the better growth of the new leaves. Aren't our parents the same? How can we thrive without the hard work of our parents?
Time goes by little by little, probably because two loquat trees are too close together, and one of them has withered! In the bright spring, it looks more and more lifeless, while the other one is furry. This can't blame its cowardice, let alone the cruelty of another tree. In order to survive and reflect our own value, the competition between you and me or between animals and plants is everywhere, especially among animals and plants!
In a blink of an eye, early summer came, and the growth rate of loquat trees slowed down obviously. Although the leaves have become more and more lush, the trunk has not grown thick. Whether it is bitter or sweet, after all, the taste of life is to be savored slowly! When the first storm suddenly came, I couldn't help worrying about those small trees swaying in the wind and rain. Will the thin trunk break? When the storm subsided, my hanging heart was finally put down, and I was impressed by Xiaoshu's tenacious perseverance. Look, its waist is still straight, and the leaves covered with rain beads are more energetic!
It's late summer and early autumn, and my summer vacation is coming to an end. My heart is full of longing for the new semester. Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu, let's meet new challenges with a brand-new attitude! May you have a pleasant journey on the road of growth!
5. Su Dongpo, a good paragraph describing loquat, said: "When guests come to tea, there is nothing, and oranges and bayberries are still sour." . Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "loquat also". Later, some books also said "loquat, an orange." I think this is mostly because of Sue's "taking it for granted". Because, in Sima Xiangru's Shang Fu Lin, it is said that "Xia Luju is ripe, Huang Gan orange, loquat persimmon and pavilion is magnolia". State several things side by side. It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle cannot be equated. Li Shizhen said: "It is wrong for people who note the Selected Works to regard loquat as an orange." Quite right.
Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "big leaves and long ears, one end is full of plates." Litchi has many stones, but kumquat is not sour. Rain leaves and branches are low in weight and the pulp is cold. Whether Changqing is here or not, don't send him as a garden official. " The first six sentences describe the character of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic. Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants by reading poetry, poetry is not a textbook for plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example. Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said. Although Sima Xiangru wrote loquat in Shang Fu Lin, it didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record that Sun Monkey ate flat peaches secretly. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not?
There is also a jingle about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Yunyun sent two baskets of pipa. The recipient then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, because I didn't know much about it." If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, the flute in the city will blossom. "Although the poem is joking, it makes people feel distressed while eating the loquat sent by others. There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few typos. If you make a mistake, you must write a poem. Such poems can be said endlessly. I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong is the marking officer in Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several poems to mark the paper, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said: "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the west to study abroad. It should be nine streams and one class, exhausted. "Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article" After Feeling Old (Part II) ",thinking that it was not the middle school students who just graduated that were ridiculous, but the big professors who used it as a laughing stock to embellish the sarcasm. Loquat is probably not distributed to middle school students. They can't read much, either because they have no money to study or for other reasons. And those who think they are senior officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, it is better to stab him, but such people are rarely ridiculed.
6. Write a composition of loquat loquat (790 words)
Loquat trees are green all year round. From a distance, they look like green umbrellas. The long and wide leaves have many jagged thorns on the edges and yellow hairs on the back. In summer, when the sun is shining, loquat trees become a good place to enjoy the cool.
Although the loquat tree is ugly, its noble character and selfless dedication of not bowing to first frost are commendable. In late autumn, the flowers are withered and the grass is yellow. Those fruit trees, such as citrus reticulata and peach trees, have been stripped of their gorgeous coats by frost, and the thin branches keep shaking in the wind and frost. How weak they are. Loquat trees are not afraid of frost, stand proudly, and shyly bloom one flower after another. Flowers with yellow in white give off a faint fragrance, attracting hardworking bees to collect flowers and make honey, bringing the color of spring to autumn.
Winter is coming, the north wind is whistling, and the branches of those fruit trees, such as dates, persimmons, peaches and pears, keep swinging, making a sad sound of rustling. That is, they are trembling and cursing God's cruelty to them. Loquat tree has always been indomitable, tenacious growth in the cold, sucking the nutrition given by the earth, making the fruit grow faster and bigger, in order to give the sweet fruit to people in the coming year. Spring is coming. In this blooming season, peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all full of fragrant and colorful flowers, while loquat trees are already full of green beads-like fruits. At this time, I remembered a poem written by a shepherd scholar in the Tang Dynasty: "A precious tree begins to blossom when it is cold, and its eyes are full of autumn moon. If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever. Blue sea and breeze, beg ρ?
Loquat grows day by day and turns from green to yellow. In late spring and early summer, golden fruits are covered with branches, as if to cover loquat trees with a layer of gold. Mature loquat fruit is the size of a small wine glass, and it is divided into sand loquat and white sand loquat: red sand loquat has long life, strong tree vigor and high yield, but its quality is not as good as white sand loquat; The growth and yield of Baisha loquat are not as good as that of Hongshapin, but the seeds with good quality can be used to make wine and extract alcohol.
Moreover, loquat cream, a good medicine for treating colds, is also made of loquat. The leaves of steamed pipa are exposed outside, named "Pipa Leaf Dew", which also has the functions of clearing away heat and relieving summer heat and harmonizing the stomach.
As for the delicious loquat, I don't need to say that everyone should know it.
I love loquat not because it tastes delicious, but because of its indomitable spirit and selfless dedication.
7. I like loquat trees. If someone asks me what I like best, I will not hesitate to answer: "I love my little hero-loquat tree!" " No matter when, loquat tree will bravely stand in the corner of my yard, how free and easy, how lovely! Loquat trees are about two or three meters high. Because the place is small, the trunk is only as thick as a bamboo pole.
There are many dense branches sticking out of the trunk, like silly little dolls playing. There are countless leaves, and there are serrated "blades" on the edges of the leaves. It seems that they will bleed when touched lightly.
There are many "small blood vessels" in the leaves, and the surface is covered with a layer of soft "hair", which is probably used to keep out the cold! Loquat trees have strong vitality. In such a small corner, no one cultivated it, no protective measures, and experienced the wind and rain.
In midsummer, the sun is like fire, and only the loquat tree is strong and unyielding, which holds up the "sunshade" for us; In the middle of winter, there is heavy snow, and only loquat trees can stand bravely in the snow. Loquat tree always gives us its best side, which makes us realize that all persistence and efforts have not been in vain.
I remember that once my neighbor's little sister had a bad cough, and Aunt Zhang would pick a handful of loquat leaves from my house every day. Looking at the almost bare loquat tree, I felt extremely distressed, but when I saw that my neighbor's little sister's cough was cured, I couldn't help but add a little joy.
Loquat tree seems to know my heart, bare branches, as if to comfort me. Soon, the loquat tree grew leaves again and had pale yellow flowers.
Ah! Loquat tree, I love your personality, your spirit, your style, and I want to sing for you.