On the way to the island, we were surrounded by green and there was a beehive not far away. Bees are flying around in droves, busy collecting honey. When we arrived at the destination-Gudao, the first thing that caught our eye was a few big red characters-Gudao 10,000 mu locust tree forest.
Looking inside, it is an arch bridge built by gardeners with flowers, and there is a big military flag made of red flowers next to it. We followed the crowd across the flower bridge and along a brand-new asphalt road.
On both sides of the road are ten thousand mu of locust tree forest. The locust tree stood there straight like a soldier, horizontal and vertical, very neat. There are different kinds of Robinia pseudoacacia, Sophora japonica and Amorpha fruticosa. In the locust tree forest, which not only protects the wind but also purifies the air, it attracts beekeepers from all over the country to gather here, watching butterflies fly and smelling the fragrance of locust trees. People seem intoxicated! Looking up, the big locust trees on both sides of the road are holding hands, setting up a green channel for people who come to enjoy flowers. Even in the hot sun, it will feel cool here.
Look at the ground again, the falling Sophora japonica is covered with grass, milky white mixed with purple, just like spreading a flower carpet on the ground, ah! I really want to lie down and have a good sleep. In the distance, people lie leisurely in hammocks, shaking and shaking with the wind; Those who carry oil seem to be intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers and seem to nod their heads in praise; There are tents scattered around, just like mushrooms in the locust forest; Look, look. The twittering of birds attracted people, and myna said, "Hello! Welcome! " Other birds sometimes spread their wings and sometimes sing, as if welcoming tourists in their own unique way.
Our friends are running, jumping and chasing each other, and the adults have fallen far behind us. The whole locust tree forest is full of children's bursts of laughter ... I like the isolated island with fragrant locust flowers in May and the artificial locust forest in the largest plain in North China.
2. Autumn Sophora japonica Travel Essay Needless to say, there are no tall Sophora japonica trees and no clear streams. It is just a path that returns to nature, and there is a lingering autumn.
Leaving the busy road, you can actually enter such a quiet path, just like two roads in two worlds are wonderfully connected. On the dead tree, the leaves have turned golden yellow, but they can still show the prosperity of spring and summer. Golden leaves are like golden butterflies perched on trees, and like clusters of golden flowers covered with branches. The dead leaves on the ground are scattered in the soil, but they are not alone, and there are golden pointed grass around them.
In autumn, the grass between trees is still a paradise for sparrows. Some of them jump on the dirt road, some play hide-and-seek on the grass, some play among the branches, and some sparrows sing where we can't see them. Their friends marked the wires.
Autumn wind also knows the score of this sparrow, and it uses its musical instrument-the dead leaves on the tree to deduce a low voice; It uses another musical instrument-the river to play a crisp sound, and the sparrow's song floats into the distance with the accompaniment of autumn wind. Further south, among the reeds, is the concert of autumn wind.
The slender reeds rustled in the wind. Seen from above, white reeds seem to roll up white waves. On both sides of the road, those young black locust seedlings suddenly increased. They are only one person tall, but they stand straight on the side of the road, as if listening carefully to the harvest hymn written by the autumn wind for the workers.
In autumn, there is no noise before, and in spring, there are no colorful flowers on the locust tree, but they are decorated with golden leaves. With the help of fallen leaves, the sparse grassland was covered with a yellow-green carpet. The locust trees are still very tall. They are like soldiers in armor, protecting the fresh air.
When the sunset sent the last red light into the sky, we embarked on our way home. Autumn is a beautiful season in Sophora japonica forest. For the orchard, this is a harvest season; For students, it is an enterprising season; For a worker, this is a season of hard work and dedication.
I love autumn, its poignant beauty, its harvest, its enterprising spirit and its dedication.
3. The beautiful composition of Xiaogan Huailin Park is 300 words. According to the first of the four seasons, spring is coming, the temperature is getting warmer, everything is reviving, and animals are awakening. The slender hands in spring, full of joy and hope, awaken the earth and add many beautiful scenery to the park.
As soon as I stepped into the vibrant park, I smelled a faint fragrance of flowers. Looking around, clumps of green grass are dotted with flowers in bud, with thousands of gestures. Looking at the red flowers, I can't help but lower my head, like a shy little girl, hanging my head. Yellow flowers are swaying in the breeze, as if waving to tourists. Next to the grass is also sprouting, a piece of green grass, you walk on the grass, just like stepping on a comfortable carpet. If you walk barefoot, you will feel furry. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the rustling. It turns out that the awakened bug is singing, just like playing a hymn of spring. For a while. Come to the pond. On the edge of the pond stood a budding willow, whose branches were blown into the pond by the wind, like a graceful girl, swinging her slender hair. Birds are flying freely in the sky, chirping in their mouths, as if to say happily, "Spring is coming, spring is coming." . "
Ah, how beautiful the scenery in the spring park is. This is the first season of the four seasons. You owe it to Spring. I love Spring Park!
4. Write an essay about the 200-word wall of Sophora japonica. The old Sophora japonica in Uncle Xia's yard opened another tree, and a string of white flowers hung among the green trees like crystal beads. It's so cute. After a gust of wind, the white petals of Sophora japonica danced, as if snow were flying all over the sky, mixed with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and slowly dispersed in the air, refreshing. I swallowed greedily, closed my eyes slightly, and the old man appeared in front of me ... In a blink of an eye, Grandpa crutches left us for a year.
That's uncle Xia's father next door to my house, an old man who is skinny and full of energy. Maybe because he is too old, he always leans on crutches. We all like to call him grandpa crutch.
Grandpa crutches is over 90 years old, and his wife died early. Uncle Xia is his youngest son, who works in other places all the year round, so grandpa with crutches is the only one in the big family, but I have never seen his loneliness. Uncle Xia's house and our house have rooftops. Grandpa has neat legs and feet and is leaning on crutches. He always runs to the roof with crutches. Some vegetables are planted on the roof. Grandpa often gives it to his neighbors, saying that he can't eat so much. Unfortunately, it is broken. Only I know that whenever it is windy and rainy, he will rush to the rooftop for fear of damaging the vegetable seedlings.
Every summer, grandpa not only waters the vegetable garden with crutches, but also sits on a small stool in the vegetable room and carefully picks up the petals of Sophora japonica flying in the vegetable room. I sometimes see it and tell him, "You choose a dish, and it will be gone after washing." Grandpa crutches said, "Being idle is also idle, and it can also kill time." Grandpa said, always put the petals of Sophora japonica that he picked up trembling under the roots of Sophora japonica, then raised his head and looked at Sophora japonica with ecstasy. ...
In the evening, we always like to sit under the locust tree and enjoy the cool, and listen to grandpa with crutches telling stories about the war of resistance against Japan. He likes telling us these stories very much. Every time he finished speaking, he would always say with emotion, "Blessed people don't know happiness …", but I still couldn't understand it.
Grandpa always has a faint smile on his face, but sometimes it's a little strange, so grandpa on crutches slowly moved under the locust tree, stretched out his dry and slender fingers and stroked the old locust tree, followed by a long silence
One day, I heard grandpa crutches crying anxiously. Grandpa crutches seldom gets angry at ordinary times. When he got there, two naughty boys in the village climbed the old Sophora japonica tree and were crossing it to pick a bunch of attractive Sophora japonica flowers. The picked Sophora japonica flowers are scattered on the roof and flower beds. Grandpa with crutches knocked heavily on the ground with crutches, his eyes wide open and he was shaking all over. He couldn't wait to climb the tree and pulled the two boys down at once. I don't know why grandpa is so excited. I saw grandpa stumble and fall down slowly. Many people helped him. When I approached him, I heard my grandfather repeating the sentence "I don't know if I'm lucky, but I don't know if I'm lucky ..." Grandpa with crutches is no longer a grandfather with crutches. He can't walk.
But he still told me stories, stories of his youth. It turns out that grandpa is an anti-Japanese veteran. He joined the army as a teenager and later joined the party. In a fierce battle, he was shot in the leg and then limped. Not fighting, the party and * * * take care of him, give him a homestead, build a house, and have a large pension every month. Speaking of that locust tree, it was planted in the year when he joined the party. In front of this tree, he and several comrades solemnly raised their right hands. This old pagoda tree witnessed the sacred moment when he joined the Party. He said that when there was a shortage of food, the locust tree of that tree used to be the food for their family and many villagers. Later, life was good, the house was decorated, and grandpa crutches refused to cut down the old locust tree. He said it saved his life.
When he told me this, grandpa's face was full of satisfaction, and a happy smile covered his wrinkled face. I gradually understand why grandpa always likes to say that sentence-those who are blessed don't know, and they are in trouble together. The feelings can only be realized after personal experience.
Later, I went to menstruation's house for a few days in the summer vacation. By the time I came back, grandpa's crutch had disappeared. According to my father, Grandpa crutches has little legacy, but the yellowed party card has been collected by Grandpa. When grandpa walked on crutches, he looked at the old pagoda tree with his finger for a long time and said that he would donate it to the school. He also said that the locust tree was hard and made into tables and chairs. ……
Another year, the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers reminds me of my grandfather with crutches. That string of Sophora japonica flowers flashing in the lush green seems to tell me the infinite voice of an old soldier and an old party member: "The blessed people don't know, they are in the same boat!" He always reminds us to remember history, cherish the present, know how to be grateful and repay the society! (As appropriate, reduce the number of words. )
5. Write a composition about Sophora japonica. Rain smells better.
Dong minghui
In the early summer evening, I marveled at the beauty of Sophora japonica. In the twilight, I rode my motorcycle on the country road. From a distance, a small village not far from the highway is submerged in the Xue Hai of Xiangshan of Sophora japonica. The pagodas all over the mountains covered the small village with a hazy white gauze. I guess, this coming night, the fragrance of Sophora japonica will haunt the villagers' dreams, and the whole mountain village will fall asleep with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. I think that small mountain village should be called Huaihua Village, and all the girls in that village are as beautiful as Huaihua. ...
I saw Sophora japonica when I was a child. Like many other families, Sophora japonica is planted behind my hometown. Unlike other trees, when people move away, trees wither and become barren. Sophora japonica is not like this. If you go back three or five years later, it will still grow vigorously. Sophora japonica is a kind of tree close to people. Whether in the field or in front of the house, you will see Sophora japonica trees, one or several trees, in groups of three or five, or scattered. Sophora japonica blooms in May and June, and many flowers in the countryside show off before it comes too late. The trees are covered with gold thread, silver thread and Zhui Er thread, and my hometown is immersed in the fragrance of flowers. I often remember that there are several old locust trees behind my hometown, which are tall and big. In spring, magpies chirp in the trees. Later, I built a nest. My mother said that the magpie is a happy bird, and it is busy back and forth, which adds to Le Er. In early summer, Sophora japonica is in full bloom, and the tree is silvery white, just like hanging a string of golden cups and silver lamps, moving to a table and a stool, sitting under the tree reading, listening to bees buzzing in the tree and soaking in the flowers, which is intoxicating.
On June 2, 2005, I came to the temple fair square in the ancient town. The rebuilt square is dotted with flowers. There are tourists everywhere in the square, and the old pagoda tree on the edge of the square can smell the flowers far away. I think of a poem by the poet Wang Hongjing, "A string of flowers runs through half the village." Used here, it smells like half an ancient town. Those Sophora japonica flowers are growing happily and in full bloom. Clusters of flowers are hanging in the air, with a fragrance, an unparalleled fragrance and a strong penetrating fragrance. The host feels a rhythm, a beautiful sound, a beautiful scene, just like a glass of wine, which makes people want to stop and everything is drunk. Standing under the tree, I felt the flowers moving and whispering, and I felt the charm of flowers for the first time. When I came to the tree, there were bees everywhere, buzzing and turning around ... Sophora japonica bloomed again, which not only brought the feeling of reading, but more importantly, there were many old people among the flowers, and we also came to enjoy the flowers. Sophora japonica is a great beauty, a neat beauty and a quiet beauty without publicity. In the fragrance of flowers, I think of the old Sophora japonica forest in my hometown and my old mother who is still busy in the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Are you sleeping in the fragrance of flowers? Are the flowers in my hometown flourishing?
6. The composition of my hometown Sophora japonica will not be found plagiarized by the teacher. My hometown is a beautiful seaside town, and its name is Xianhe Town. The scenery there is picturesque and pleasant, among which I like the locust tree forest there best.
In May, the scent of Sophora japonica is ten miles, and the whole town is filled with the scent of Sophora japonica, which is really fragrant. From a distance, large tracts of trees are like a green ocean, and snow-white Sophora japonica flowers are like waves in the green ocean. The breeze blew, and the snow-white waves fluttered with the wind, which was very beautiful.
Walking into the locust tree forest, the first thing you see is tall and straight trees, like tall and mighty soldiers. Sophora japonica blooms with smiling faces: some just spread two or three petals; Some petals are all spread out, revealing a bright yellow stamen; Some of them are covered with flowers and bones, and they look like they are about to burst. There are so many white flowers, one for each posture. Look at this, and then look at that. I suddenly feel like a Sophora japonica, hanging on the tree, the breeze blowing, white clothes fluttering with the wind. I dance when the breeze blows. After a while, I remembered that I was not Sophora japonica, I was looking at it.
Mom and dad took us to pick Sophora japonica in the Sophora japonica forest and prepared to go home and make Sophora japonica cakes. I also cried and asked my mother to buy Sophora japonica honey, which is a specialty of my hometown. Grandparents came to the Woods to pick Sophora japonica and make delicious Sophora japonica cakes for the children. The teacher took the students to visit the locust tree forest, where uncles and aunts took pictures as a souvenir.
This is the locust tree forest in our hometown. I love the locust tree forest in my hometown. It brings us unlimited fun!
7. Writing a composition, Feng Ying Wild Duck Lake in Kunming is located in Yishan Village, Yaoguan, Shidian County, which is a good place for sightseeing.
Once I went to Wild Duck Lake with my parents. We packed our things early in the morning, got in a delicious car and embarked on a journey to the distance.
In a blink of an eye, I came to Wild Duck Lake. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw beautiful lotus flowers and boats in the lake. So I can't wait to jump on the boat and get ready to see this beautiful scenery.
I propped up the bamboo pole and the boat moved slowly. Oh! What a beautiful scenery! The lotus flowers on both sides gave up a waterway. They are motionless and graceful, as if quietly watching us appreciate their beauty. It's quiet around, and there is a cool breeze blowing head on, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable. Look ... the lake seems to be still, and the surrounding lotus flowers seem to be still, which makes the lake quieter. The microwave excited by the ship will spread out a series of waterlines, making you feel that the ship is moving forward and the river is retreating.
Water is green, like a flawless jade, shining with beautiful luster. Under the reflection of the surrounding green lotus, the water looks greener, as crystal clear as freshly brewed green tea. I can't wait to go down and have a taste or swim in the water.
You see, whether the lotus is beautiful or not, everyone is fighting for beauty. Some lotus flowers spread their petals around heartily, while others are shy and wrap themselves tightly with petals to prevent visitors from seeing their shy little faces.
A cool breeze blows, which makes you relaxed and happy. There are ripples and wrinkles on the lake, but my eyes are still that beautiful picture. So I came to the upstream again, but I was blocked by the lotus leaf, so I had to straighten the bow. Suddenly, I saw the sound of several brown wild ducks flapping in the water, which broke the calm of the lake. Only their slender mouths occasionally caught small fish in the water. If it really doesn't work, it will dive with its body and must catch the fish. Some swim together as if enjoying the beautiful scenery here; Some are playing. At this time, the fish saw it and came to join in the fun. A carp crossed the Longmen, the silver scales flashed and the water splashed, and soon it returned to the water. This wonderful performance is only a moment, but it makes you memorable.
The ship landed, but I was still intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, ah! It's really "the boat on the blue waves, the people in the picture".
8. Writing the Composition of Jinyun Mountain (600 words) Jinyun Mountain is located on the bank of Wentang Gorge of Jialing River in Beibei District of Xiong Zhi. It is a "anticline" mountain created by the "Yanshan Movement" 70 million years ago, and was called Bashan in ancient times. The white clouds in the mountains are like fog, smoke and non-smoke, majestic and stagnant, and full of weather. Clouds are colorful in the morning and evening. The ancients called it "more red and less white", hence the name Jinyun Mountain. Jinyun Mountain, the Three Gorges of Jialing River and Hechuan Fishing City have been designated as national natural scenic spots.
There are Jiu Feng in Jinyun Mountain from north to south, such as Asahi Peak, censer Peak, Lion Peak, Juyunfeng Peak, Ape Peak, Lotus Peak, Pagoda Peak, Jade Peak and Sunset Peak. Yufeng is the highest, with an altitude of1050m; Lion peak is the most steep and spectacular, and other peaks have their own advantages.
Jinyun Mountain is a national nature reserve. The mountain has a mild climate and abundant rainfall, with more than 300 hectares of forest and more than 700 species of subtropical plants. Among them, there are some rare plants, such as Monkey Happiness, Thornless Crown Pear, Jinyun Qiongnan, Bole Tree, Ginkgo biloba, Red Bean, Moth Tree with two wings on its fruit and so on. There is also Metasequoia glyptostroboides, a rare living fossil tree species in the world, which existed 65438+600 million years ago.
Jinyun Mountain, known as "Little Emei", is an excellent place to enjoy the natural landscape of sunrise, sea of clouds, summer vacation, winter fog and evergreen broad-leaved forest.
Jinyun Mountain is also a Buddhist resort with a history of 1500 years. Jinyun Temple in the Mountain was built in the first year of Jingping, Liu Song in the Southern Dynasties (423), and was later named Acacia Temple, Chongsheng Temple and Chongjiao Temple by successive emperors. The temple has been running schools since ancient times, and it is called "Jinyun Academy". There are 24 Sanskrit scriptures read by Song Taizong in the temple. The "Pig Dragon" relief on the stone wall outside the temple is a cultural relic of the Six Dynasties. In addition, a stone sculpture of the bust of the heavenly king was unearthed, which is said to be the work of Liang or the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Edit this poem describing Jinyun Mountain.
Journey to Jinyun Mountain
Guo Moruo
There are thousands of glasses of wine and thousands of flowers in the heart.
The ancient temple of Jinyun once used to * * * fragrant tea.
The poem "Dancing Flowers" refers to the monthly magazine "Dancing Flowers" edited by Zhao Qingge at that time. "Sweet tea" refers to a sweet camellia on Jinyun Mountain. The four teas produced in Qionglai have thick leaves, strong taste and good internal quality. According to historical records, Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru once opened a teahouse in the county town, which became a legendary story.
Two Poems by Ding Chi in Jinyun Mountain
Xu Ning
Heaven and earth have become ancient and modern, and several people are looking for the fairy capital. I don't know how shallow the lake is.
Landlord, your reward is low. Let me provide you with some materials. Write according to this.
9. Write Liu Yong's composition, turn over Song Ci and read Liu Yong.
Today, when literature is gorgeous like summer flowers, it seems out of place to sit at a desk and open a thick book of Song Ci and miss a man named Liu Yong. But Liu Yong always inadvertently walked out of the pages I opened, rolled up his wide sleeves with one hand and splashed ink with the other, condensing the aura between heaven and earth into pearls, embedding them in my dreams and lingering.
Liu Yong's luck lies in being born at the right time. In the Song Dynasty, poetry was just like the gorgeous clothes worn by women, and there was no more noise in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Readers need to change their tastes. Literati who can pick up a pen and sing a few words also need to change their ideas and style of writing. The rhythm of words is better than the poems written by Festus, and it is also suitable for singing. In fact, it is born for singing. Thanks to Song Renzong, Liu Yong, a talented young scholar, didn't have a smooth career, so we had the honor to read Yulin Ridge and Klang Ganzhou today.
Liu Yong, who created graceful and restrained school, should be the children of the Eight Banners we often see in TV soap operas, right? I was full of food and drink, and walked around at a leisurely pace. Fortunately, this scholar doesn't walk the birds, but just likes to stroll in the grass-roots streets and wander in the pink brothel. It is not important to observe the situation or have fun. What's important is that when he didn't try to anesthetize himself, he turned the little ink curve he had poured into his stomach for ten years into lyrics. A thousand years ago, Liu Yong certainly didn't think that graffiti under frustration would bring him fame. He just kept sighing about the lives of ordinary people and complaining about his unfortunate career, that's all. Such chants and complaints are set to music and played by singers. Who knew it was so popular? We don't know whether it swept the country overnight, but when an official who observed Xixia returned to Beijing, he personally said to the emperor, "Wherever there is well water to drink, you can sing Liu Ci." This Xixia official wants to have no behind-the-scenes deal with ordinary Liu Yong. No packaging, no flattery, with the ink in my stomach, I worked hard word by word and won the treatment of "I can sing willow words if I have a well". Liu Yong really deserves our modern people to study hard.
"Even with all kinds of amorous feelings, who can I talk to ..." (Yu Lin Ling) Liu Yong went to Shili Pavilion and took his friend's hand and sobbed. It's not manly to be drunk and still immersed in love with children, is it? But who knows that Liu Yong, who can't flatter, is not touching the scene and crying about his ill-fated career? Let's cry a few times. In the feudal dynasty, where the emperor dominated everything and the people were hard to argue, you can expect all literati to hold pens in one hand and wield combat knives in the other, just like Xin Qiji. "Golden Goma iron, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger?"
Someone commented on Liu Yong's ci: "The style of his ci is not high, but the melody is harmonious and graceful, the meaning is appropriate, the weather is calm, and the description of the song is perfect." Looking through a thick book of Song Ci, who can win this honor? Who else? Based on this, Liu Xiucai, as a graceful family member, is also worthy of putting him in our minds while eating cultural fast food like McDonald's and savoring it in our spare time.
10. Write the composition of Qinghuiyuan in 300 words. When I walked into the garden, I saw a peach blossom in full bloom. Behind the peach blossom is an ancient tree-Ginkgo biloba, which has been eroded by wind and rain for many years.
Then, we saw a pool. I have a question: Why is the pool in the garden so small? Just look at the introduction of Qinghui Garden on the ticket, and you will understand that Qinghui Garden was originally the home of Huang Junshi, the first scholar in Shunde. After living in this house for a long time, Huang Junshi, the number one scholar, sold the house to someone who thought it was too old, so he rebuilt Huang Junshi's home little by little and became the current Qinghuiyuan. We came to the home of the top scholar Huang Junshi. His houses are all connected. We don't know where this door leads and where that door leads. If we want to visit a place, it will take more than half an hour to find it.
We visited many houses along the way and came to the building where the young lady and the maid lived. Carefully walk up the slightly inclined stairs and reach the second floor.