Seen from a distance, it looks like an open umbrella. Standing at its feet and looking up, it is straight up, up to four or five floors.
Its trunk is thick, straight and slender. The thickness of the trunk varies from top to bottom, and the middle part of the trunk is the thickest.
The upper and lower parts are thinner than the middle part. The most beautiful is the leaves of palm trees, which spread out like peacocks.
The leaves are very big, separated by small leaves, like Guanyin with a Thousand Hands, which is really interesting. Palm trees are full of vitality all year round.
Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is so green and so high, as if soldiers are guarding our campus and accompanying us to learn and grow. In summer, the hot sun shines on the earth like a fireball. With the shelter of palm trees, we won't feel so hot when we play games under the trees and go to physical education class.
Sometimes children drag palm leaves and ride them to play. Really like a magician in a comic book. It was fun. When it rains, the leaves of palm trees become greener after being washed by rain, which adds a bit of greenery to the campus and makes our campus more beautiful.
Autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves of palm trees are swaying, like a little girl with green hair dancing happily. Also issued a "rustling, rustling ..." sound, like a little singer singing.
What a complete song and dance! Palm trees, you not only add a lot of beauty to the campus, but also bring laughter to the students. I like you-the tall palm tree.
In the political class, the teacher suddenly asked me, "What is your ideal?" I'm at a loss. I don't know how to answer this question at the moment. I once had my own ideals, starting from childhood.
I didn't know anything when I was a child. My mother asked me, "What is your ideal?" I opened my eyes wide and asked curiously, "What is an ideal?" My mother told me: "the ideal is what you want to be when you grow up."
For example, be an engineer who can draw design drawings, a worker who can produce parts, and an uncle who sells things ... "I thought for a while and said," I want to be a teacher because teachers can already take care of their students. "My mother was shocked by my answer. She told me, "Being a teacher is very hard. "
I said, "As long as I can be a teacher, being a teacher is the hardest. I am not afraid!" " "How time flies! In an instant, I grew up two years old. I went to school, but my grandmother got a cerebral hemorrhage. Since then, my ideal has become to be a doctor.
In the third grade, the teacher asked us to write our own ideals, so I wrote down my new ideal: to be a glorious people's teacher in the future. I often dream of becoming a doctor to relieve the pain of patients.
Dad told me, "It's not easy to be a doctor. You have to know a lot of knowledge to ... "But I stubbornly shouted: I want to be a doctor, I must be a doctor! "Suddenly, I grew taller, grew up, and became more sensible.
Entering middle school, I don't know how many times, the teacher talked about ideals and asked us to correctly understand ideals, fantasies and fantasies. I don't know when, I read a passage from Grandma Bing Xin: "The flower of success is often admired for its brilliance. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and full of blood and rain of sacrifice. " Yes, the ideal is beautiful, but it needs to be realized from now on.
In order to realize his ideal, Zhang Guanghou studied hard with the spirit of "stupid birds fly first", devoted himself to mathematics with double time and energy, and finally became a famous young mathematician. This gave me a profound enlightenment.
I don't know when I started to correct the mistakes my mother told me. I began to understand the great significance of the ideal and stopped treating it as a joke.
Tolstoy, a famous Russian writer, said: "Ideal is the guiding light. Without ideals, there is no firm direction; Without direction, there is no life. "
I see: how much the ideal can promote a person's life. I began to think and seriously consider my ideal.
I think: if I want to be a painter when I grow up, then I will practice painting and calligraphy every day from now on, and I will be able to draw a beautiful picture of the reunification of the motherland in the future, and then write a beautiful couplet; If I want to be an engineer when I grow up, from now on, I will concentrate on learning knowledge and apply it to my work in the future; If I want to be a doctor when I grow up, then, from now on, I should know how to care and love others, so that I can take up the bounden duty of a doctor and save lives in the future. If I grow up ... well, I think: I want to choose the ideal I can achieve, and benefit the society, the motherland and the people in the future, and strive for the ideal from now on. Yes, when I grow up, I will consider my ideal from another new angle.
It's next to the house in my hometown in the country. There is a very large space for others to grow mahogany seedlings.
Mahogany is a special kind of tree. It is beautiful and straight. It was planted in the old forest farm and has grown into a forest several feet high. So when I saw that the saplings of mahogany only reached my knees, it was a little hard to believe my eyes.
The man who grows mahogany seedlings is a very tall man. When he bent down to plant trees, he felt like transplanting rice seedlings. He often comes to water the saplings after they are planted. Strangely, he comes here irregularly, once every three days, once every five days, and sometimes once every ten days. The amount of water is not certain, sometimes more water, sometimes less water.
When I lived in the country, I walked on the path next to mahogany saplings every day, and people who planted saplings occasionally went home for tea. Sometimes he comes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and the time is not necessarily.
I'm getting more and more strange. Stranger still, redwood seedlings sometimes wither inexplicably.
So when he comes, he always brings a few seedlings to replant. At first, I thought he was too lazy to water the trees after such a long time.
But how do lazy people know how many trees will wither? Later, I thought he was too busy and everything was irregular. However, how can busy people do things so leisurely? I can't help asking him when he should come. How often do you water it? Why does redwood wither for no reason? If you water it every day, the redwood seedlings will not wither, will they? Tree planting machine.
2. Comparative writing composition Plum Blossom Plum Blossom is the fusion of snow and flowers. Her purity is the spirit of snow, and her fragrance is the condensation of flowers. No wonder the ancients said, "The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but there is a piece of Mei Xiang missing from the snow."
Plum blossoms do not compete with flowers for time, nor do they compete with flowers for time. Some of them are petite and charming, as amiable as newborn babies; Some are full of youth and enthusiasm, as lovely as slim girls; Some people are different, dignified and generous, and respected as cautious ladies.
Some are shy and want to talk, and they are affectionate; Some are natural and unrestrained, natural and graceful; Some shy smiles are in full bloom, the buds are swaying gently ... there are many strange postures and beautiful things. Its beauty, compared with delicate peony, gorgeous rose and delicate lotus, has a unique flavor.
Even if there is no jasmine fragrance, beautiful chrysanthemums and brilliant peaches, it is really beautiful. Its beauty blooms in the wind and snow, in the wind and rain, where no one sees it. When people appreciate the beauty of flowers, when they go out and see a proud red plum, who can not fall for it? Who can not be conquered by it? Who can not be attracted by its unique beauty? Is it because of its spirit? Yes, China people love plum blossoms, their spirit of resisting snow and frost, and their humble spirit.
Love is "there are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers", and love is "when the flowers bloom, she laughs among the flowers". Love it, not afraid of difficulties, standing silently and proudly.
Love its selfless dedication behind the scenes. Love plum blossom has the spirit of soul, backbone and character.
Plum blossoms, flowers blooming against the cold wind. It is not as gorgeous as a rose, not as elegant as an orchid, nor as elegant as a lotus ... but it has the spirit of defying the cold, standing alone in the early spring and standing proudly in the snow, symbolizing the spirit of fortitude and lofty character.
I like plum blossoms.
3. Write a character composition fragment by comparison. Since my brother got married and my sister-in-law called my mother "mom is long and mom is short", I found that my mother has changed.
The relationship between the original mother and her grandmother was very tense. Although she lives in a yard, her mother cooks in the kitchen in the east, and her grandmother temporarily builds a small kitchen by the south wall and cooks in it herself.
Sometimes I cook something rare and delicious at home, and my mother won't ask my grandmother to come and eat together. Mother always said, "Your grandmother is eccentric and always favors your uncle's house."
This is the "fuse", mom and grandma quarreled three times! Even in calm days, mom and grandma tend to stay out of it. Look at my mother now. Before the braised pork is ready, she shouts loudly: "Mom, stop cooking, come and eat together!" "Every time Grandma hears such shouts, the wrinkles on her face stretch out with laughter.
Look, mom has really changed. We still have to find the reason for this change from my sister-in-law.
Our family has been beaming ever since my sister-in-law went to the door. In the morning, when the whole family was still sleeping, my sister-in-law got up, gave her mother face wash water and waited for her to get up and wash her face.
Then make breakfast for the whole family and put it on the table, and then urge everyone to get up for breakfast. Grandma's share, sister-in-law always put in a bowl, and then sent to grandma's cabin.
When the weather is fine, my sister-in-law either washes her mother's clothes or washes her grandmother's hair, and she is not idle for a moment. Seeing that her sister-in-law is so filial to her grandmother and considerate to herself, her mother's face is always red and white, and she may also realize her own shortcomings.
Slowly, my mother often goes to grandma's cabin and sends her a bag of cakes or cookies. When winter arrived, my mother specially bought new cotton and made new cotton-padded clothes for my grandmother.
As for the topic of "eccentricity", my mother never mentioned it again. I know my mother has changed because of my sister-in-law.
Look, you've grown up! The young Runtu is a boy of eleven or twelve. I met him for the first time. Moisten the soil in the kitchen, with a purple round face, wearing a small felt hat and a bright silver collar around her neck. Twenty years later, when "I" returned to my hometown, I saw moistening the soil again. His "round face, which used to be purple, is now grayish yellow with deep wrinkles", "He wears an old felt hat on his head and only has a thin cotton-padded jacket, and his whole body is shaking", "That hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but a thick, stupid and cracked hand like pine bark.
4. Ask to write a 600-word composition test.
"Brush, brush, brush", like fighting on the battlefield, the students bowed their heads seriously on the answer sheet. In the examination room, there are two students in sharp contrast:
One is light blue, his dark face is covered with a thick layer of sweat, and his hand holding the pen is trembling slightly. She bit her lip as if she had made up her mind, as if to bite out an answer with the lowest score, but ... The other one is Yang Junjun, the best student in the class. By this time, she had answered all the questions on the test paper. This test paper seems a little too easy for her. She glanced at her watch and knew that there were still twenty minutes before winding time. So, she looked bored at this classmate and then at that classmate. All of a sudden, Yang Junjun triumphant eyes stopped at the light light blue. She looked at light light blue admiringly, and always felt that light light blue was an underachiever in the class, and her brain was not smart. This feeling reminds Jun Jun. ...
A few days ago, the math teacher copied many difficult problems on the blackboard in order to make students more confident to get an ideal result. When the teacher reached out his hands covered with chalk dust and sweat to wash, he found that there was no water in the washbasin and the towel was thrown aside. The old teacher couldn't help asking, "Who is on duty today? Why not draw water? " On duty? Draw water? Oh! For this review, exam, review and exam, students have no time to spare and are unwilling to mind their own business. But Yang Junjun knows very well. Today is her duty. She looked at the many exercises on the blackboard and glanced at the washbasin. She really hesitated: copying exercises or wasting time drawing water?
When Yang Junjun couldn't make up his mind, light light blue had put down his pen and walked silently, holding a washbasin and headed for the door ... Yang Junjun returned to absolute being, and wait for a while looked at the poor student, light light blue, and suddenly moved to tear off a page of white paper, quickly and seriously copied down several topics with the highest scores, then glanced at the invigilator's turn, kneaded the white paper into a ball and threw it to a lower place. As it happens, light light blue also looked up at this moment and glanced at Yang Junjun thoughtfully. She gave a wry smile and handed in her paper in a hurry.
Anyway, the exam was over and everyone left the examination room easily.
I changed from a child to a child, and from a child to a girl. After two different classes, I gradually understood more philosophy of life and realized a deeper feeling. As a student who just entered junior high school, I suddenly found myself changed.
I have changed, from my family life-before, I always played carefree, worried about not studying hard and worrying about ranking, and I was as happy as an angel. And now, I've changed.
I can't be an innocent child anymore. I work hard-for a better future, I sprint, get up early and go to bed late, which has gradually become a living habit. Being out of school has changed my family life and changed me.
I have changed, from deep affection-the love of my parents was ideal for me when I was a child. However, when I grow up, I gradually understand the love of my parents. Accompany me to work late into the night, hoping to share some of my fatigue; Cook my favorite dishes, hoping to see me gobble them up; Help me mend my clothes, hoping to let the thick sweater shelter me from the wind and rain ... As time goes by, I have changed, and I can feel my parents' love and deep expectations for me.
I've changed. Since primary school, I have never thought about competing with others, and I have never thought about becoming the teacher's most proud student. However, after entering junior high school, I gradually like hard work. I hope the teacher will like me very much.
So, I tried to do it. In the constant competition, I found myself growing and changing.
I've changed, in terms of personality-before, I was a little girl who was playing around. On weekends, we will go out for a crazy day together.
But now, my personality is gradually converging. On weekends, I am always busy studying. I won't act like a spoiled child when I meet my parents. I just call them "Mom and Dad".
And my change, even my parents are a little surprised. I've changed. Looking back on the road of growth, I found myself changed.
6. Ask to write a 450-word composition, write people, and use comparative methods. You can see if there is any ornament you want in it. You should grasp his characteristics. His eyes are shining with the unique brilliance of a young man of 18 years old. He is burning with ideals, confidence and courage.
The little boy is sleeping soundly, with a round apple face and a half-open mouth like a budding bud, and often laughs in his sleep. You see, her bright big eyes and lively smiling face that day were like a thriving sunflower! Her rosy round face is like an apple overflowing with juice.
The corners of her mouth cocked up happily and turned into a crescent moon. There is a look in his eyes, and the deep wrinkles on both sides of his forehead and mouth seem to be full of smiles, even with a brisk rhythm.
Recently, my sister seems to have taken a "Shunxin pill" and always has a smile on her face. His face, as if blown away by a breeze, gradually became clear.
Her wrinkled face is as smooth as satin. His eyes and eyebrows moved as if dancing on his face.
Her face is full of excitement, just like the blooming Shandandan flowers on the hillside. The girl's face suddenly burst into a smile, blushing like a drunken peony.
She is full of feelings, and these feelings overflow from her eyes and lips, like a flood that opens the floodgate. The excited expression is like an art collector accidentally getting a priceless painting.
He seems to have been greatly wronged, so excited that the arteries around his neck can be seen beating. He was very excited when he said this. From the neck to the face, the veins in the temples are swollen as thick as beans.
Her jade-white face glowed like pomegranate flowers, intoxicated by people's admiration for her beauty. Like a sculpture, she always has such an expression: unhappy, unhurried and restless.
No matter how others laugh at him, he is as cold as a rock in the sea. She smiled, her eyes were black and bright, like black jade immersed in water.
All the people present were influenced by him and suddenly became serious. Just like molten steel suddenly fell into cold water, suddenly the whole face solidified.
She glanced at the man, her mouth curled like a water chestnut. He sat at his desk all morning, like an iron attracted by a magnet.
When he came to him, his eyes were like rusty locks, and he couldn't turn any more. Dad stared at my "three good awards" and stood there lost in thought, as if looking at a priceless treasure.
He always walks with his hands behind his back and his head down, and his expression seems to be thinking about the future and destiny of all mankind. Two eyes are as warm as sunshine.
His eyes seemed to open the floodgate and tears could not stop flowing out. She said nothing, and tears rolled down like bright dew.
Endless tears, like a rain curtain, flowed over her face, and the pillows on both sides of her head were wet. Her face is gloomy, her eyebrows are raised, and her heart is like a boat in a stormy sea.
A girl's heart is like a continuous drizzle in autumn, which will not clear up for a long time. Her face suddenly became gloomy and her eyes became dim, just as the clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.
Her whole face seems to be covered with a veil of sadness. Sorrow gripped her like a cobweb.
They are all sad, as listless as crops after a long drought. At the thought of the old man, he subconsciously shook his eyebrows, but then shook his head as if to shake off the nameless troubles.
The weather is getting warmer and warmer, but it seems that he has entered the severe winter. Not only is the face cold, but the mouth is like frozen snow.
He lay in bed and looked at the ceiling. It's like there are horses in his head! At this time, it is difficult to describe his expression. In an instant, his face has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and experienced wind, frost and rain. His face shriveled like a shriveled eggplant. I don't know why he is so sad. He just shook his head, and although his face was engraved with many wrinkles, he did not move at all, just like a stone statue.
The girl's bitter smile made me see her great sadness. Her face is as black as the dark sky in summer, and tears will fall like raindrops at any time.
He seems to have hurt the grass and hung his head. Her face suddenly turned red, as red as a pomegranate flower in bud.
Father frowned in disgust, as if a toad had climbed his feet. She came in from the outside, so slowly, as if she were carrying 200 kilograms on her leg, and she could hardly lift it.
Now it's all cucumbers that have fallen into the salt tank, and they are all wilted! This unexpected failure made the students wither like frosted leaves in an instant. He sat on one side, blanched and shivering, his skull hanging over his chest, as if afraid to look at people.
His face looks like a layer of white ash, dead white. His lips trembled as if to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He smiled so generously as if there was no danger. He held his head in his big hand, which seemed to weigh hundreds of pounds at this time.
His gloomy face, like a woodcarving, is dull and dull. A few people sat on the ground, like fish out of water, hanging their heads listlessly.
Since her last mistake, she has withered like a melon seedling that has been pulled up, and she can't get up. The old man's dark face smiled very vividly in the sun, and the wrinkles on his face swam happily, covered with mud, like a path full of fields.
His face looks like a layer of glue, without any expression. Her eyes are glassy, like a doll.
Those sharp eyes seem to split the air. In the dawn, I saw his childish face and was as red as fire with excitement.
Sometimes wrinkled, as if puzzled; Sometimes I pull a long face and seem to appreciate the mystery in these people's words. Like drinking mellow wine, the corners of the mouth also revealed a smile.
She is like a bird on the Tiger Claw, teased by terror. Once full of longing, his lips were closed, and he always seemed to be on guard against something.
He is like an iron thermos, cold outside and hot inside. The poor peasants are anxious as hell, like ants on hot bricks.
7. By contrast, writing a composition, even the smallest answer, is ... another one is Yang Junjun, the best student in the class. By this time, she had answered all the questions on the test paper. This test paper seems a little too easy for her. She glanced at her watch and knew that there were still twenty minutes before winding time. So she looked bored at this classmate and then at that classmate. Suddenly, Yang Junjun's triumphant eyes fell on light light blue. She looked at light light blue with envy. She always thinks that light light blue is an underachiever in the class and her brain is not smart. This feeling reminds Jun Jun ... A few days ago, the math teacher copied many questions on the blackboard in order to make the students more confident to get an ideal score. When the teacher reached out his hand covered with chalk dust and sweat to wash, it came out. Why not draw water? "On duty? Draw water? Oh! For this review, exam, review, exam, students have no time to spare, and they don't want to mind their own business. But Yang Junjun knows very well that today is her duty. She looked at the many exercises on the blackboard and glanced at the washbasin. She really hesitated for a moment: copying exercises or wasting time fetching water? When Yang Junjun couldn't make up his mind, light light blue had put down his pen and left silently, holding the washbasin in his hands and walked to the door ... Yang Junjun returned to absolute being and silently looked at the poor student-light light blue, with a sudden jump in his heart.