I remember my parents were going on a business trip, so they sent me back to Li Nainai's home in the country. I still clearly remember the big pagoda tree with small white flowers at the entrance to the village. Li Nainai's family is the closest one to the entrance to the village. As soon as he entered the room, Li Nainai came out to meet him, and when he led us in, he pinched my face. "The child is so white, the more you look at it, the more you like it! The child is by my side, don't worry! " Mom and Dad smiled at ease and soon left Li Nainai's home.
As soon as mom and dad left, my tears fell, and the more I thought about it, the more wronged I became. At this moment, Li Nainai came over and said to me with a smile, "Son, do you miss your mother so soon?" I looked up and looked at her with a sob.
"Come on, son, I'll take you to pick Sophora japonica. You must be very happy. Our children all like this. " Said and pulled me out of the yard, came to a few trees, this tree I know, is a locust tree. There is also a tree outside my bedroom window, which is particularly fragrant every time it blooms, but what is rare? Li Nainai is holding a long bamboo pole with a hook. Reach for a bunch of small flowers, gently hook them and they will fall. Say, "Taste it, son, this flower is especially sweet!" " "What? It's the first time I heard that this kind of flower is edible. I took a little and put it in my mouth. " Wow! How sweet! "Li Nainai smiled." Pick more. In the evening, I will make you a Sophora japonica cake. "
Sophora japonica cake? It must be delicious. Under the temptation of delicious food, I got the motivation, picked up a big bamboo pole and picked up Sophora japonica. Li Nainai has been sitting under the tree, looking at me quietly. Soon, I picked a small basket, and then Li Nainai took it to the yard and began to make Sophora japonica cakes. While busy on the stove, Li Nainai smiled and told me some interesting stories in the village, which made me giggle and made me forget the sadness of leaving my parents.
Before long, the cake of Sophora japonica was baked, and the faint fragrance filled the whole room. I can't wait to pick up a piece and put it in my mouth. That smell will never be forgotten by me. From then on, I always pestered Li Nainai to make me a cake of Sophora japonica. Whenever I recall that time, I always see a picture-Li Nainai and I are standing under a big pagoda tree full of small flowers, and the ground is full of small flowers. Li Nainai has been looking at me affectionately.
Later, my parents took me home. When I went home, I often thought of Li Nainai, so I called Li Nainai when I was free. The next year, Li Nainai also asked someone to bring me a well-made Sophora japonica cake, and promised me on the phone that she would make it for me every May.
But in fact, that was the last time I ate Sophora japonica cake, and Li Nainai died soon after. When my mother told me the news, I cried so hard that I could never dance Li See Nai Nai again.
Another strong fragrance floated in and pulled me back from my memory. I went to the windowsill, looked at the locust tree outside the window and murmured, "Li Nainai, are you in heaven?"? I miss you so much ... "
2. Write a composition of 100 words on the topic of Sophora japonica in my hometown. My hometown is in the countryside, where the environment is beautiful, the trees are lush, and the houses are vaguely hidden in it.
April and May are the season when Sophora japonica blooms. Into the village, a burst of Sophora japonica fragrance came to the nose, with a little sweetness. Many friends from other places can't help but stop and take a breath of intoxicating Sophora japonica.
In the lush green branches and leaves, there is occasionally a little "white snow" dotted among them. Looking intently, it is clusters of full and white Sophora japonica. When the villagers see it, they always say to that friend, "Come, I'll treat you to Sophora japonica." When the host and guests came home, housewives were very busy because they didn't say hello beforehand.
My aunt went out with a green shoulder in her left hand and a grappling hook in her right. Find a tall, big and fruity locust tree, put it on the ground, lift the hook, watch a branch put on it, hook it with the hook, and turn it a few times, and the branch will come down. Then pick up useless branches and leaves and put them in the basket. Even if this string is finished, pick a basket full. If you eat enough, it won't rot. This aunt
It was done in less than forty minutes when I got home, and the fragrant Sophora japonica was out of the pot. The guests smelled the fragrance before serving. As soon as the bowl was served, he wolfed it down. After eating a bowl, he wanted another bowl, and kept chanting "delicious! Delicious! " .
When you leave, you should hold a lot of Sophora japonica flowers in your arms and carry a bag in your hand. In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, the happiest people are our children.
Next door, a large group of children surrounded a locust tree. Some people picked it and others ate it, and the division of labor and cooperation alternated. Those friends with strings of Sophora japonica in their hands have broken coke and are still munching on fresh Sophora japonica just picked, regardless of their own eating habits. Those children who pick Sophora japonica flowers will eat a few mouthfuls when they look greedy. If they don't eat, they really can't stand the temptation of food! Three years ago, my mother bought a house in the city in order to let me study in a better environment. Maybe it's because I have something to do with Sophora japonica. There is a small forest behind our building, which is also mixed with many locust trees.
In May, you can smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica effortlessly, but you always feel that the fragrance here is not as good as that in your hometown. At that time, I always thought of Sophora japonica in my hometown and those simple folks.
Write a composition of 100 words on the topic of Sophora japonica in my hometown. My hometown is in the countryside, where the environment is beautiful, the trees are lush, and the houses are vaguely hidden in it. April and May are the season when Sophora japonica blooms. Into the village, a burst of Sophora japonica fragrance came to the nose, with a little sweetness. Many friends from other places can't help but stop and take a breath of intoxicating Sophora japonica. In the lush green branches and leaves, there is occasionally a little "white snow" dotted among them. Looking intently, it is clusters of full and white Sophora japonica.
When the villagers see it, they always say to that friend, "Come, I'll treat you to Sophora japonica." When the host and guests came home, housewives were very busy because they didn't say hello beforehand. My aunt went out with a green shoulder in her left hand and a grappling hook in her right. Find a tall, big and fruity locust tree, put it on the ground, lift the hook, watch a branch put on it, hook it with the hook, and turn it a few times, and the branch will come down. Then pick up useless branches and leaves and put them in the basket. Even if this string is finished, pick a basket full. If you eat enough, it won't rot. When I came home, this aunt was done in less than 40 minutes, and the fragrant Sophora japonica was out of the pot. The guests smelled the fragrance before serving. As soon as the bowl was served, he wolfed it down. After eating a bowl, he wanted another bowl, and kept chanting "delicious! Delicious! " . When you leave, you should hold a lot of Sophora japonica flowers in your arms and carry a bag in your hand.
In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, the happiest people are our children. Next door, a large group of children surrounded a locust tree. Some people picked it and others ate it, and the division of labor and cooperation alternated. Those friends with strings of Sophora japonica in their hands have broken coke and are still munching on fresh Sophora japonica just picked, regardless of their own eating habits. Those children who pick Sophora japonica flowers will eat a few mouthfuls when they look greedy. If they don't eat, they really can't stand the temptation of food!
Three years ago, my mother bought a house in the city in order to let me study in a better environment. Maybe it's because I have something to do with Sophora japonica. There is a small forest behind our building, which is also mixed with many locust trees. In May, you can smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica effortlessly, but you always feel that the fragrance here is not as good as that in your hometown. At that time, I always thought of Sophora japonica in my hometown and those simple folks. ...
4. Sophora japonica 100 Today's information composition is Sunday. Early in the morning, my mother and brother and I went to play the locust tree forest in Jinxian County.
Source: composition network zuowen.chazidian finally arrived at the destination. When I got off the bus, the fragrance of Sophora japonica came to my nose, which made me refreshed.
Walking into the Woods, there are locust trees everywhere, and the locust trees on the trees are dense and fragrant. Standing under the tree, looking at the snow-white Sophora japonica, it seems that it is carved by a skilled craftsman with white jade.
I couldn't help climbing the tree and picking a bunch. It's soft and cold in your hand. Put it in my mouth and take a bite. How sweet! Looking down at your feet, white Sophora japonica fell to the ground and stretched out into the distance like a white carpet. We walked through this endless forest and enjoyed this beautiful scenery, and we didn't want to leave for a long time.
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5. I love Sophora japonica composition 100 Write Sophora japonica I love Sophora japonica.
In the city, people rarely see Sophora japonica, but in our countryside, Sophora japonica is planted in front of and behind every household. Under the caress of April sunshine, Sophora japonica is covered with Sophora japonica, which is a symbol of beauty and the embodiment of snow. In the flower season, there are flowers all over the street and yard. From a distance, it looks like silver waves lapping on the shore, and it looks like sea snow fighting for spring, but it is more feminine.
I love Sophora japonica, and even the air is filled with its sweetness. Attracted butterflies and bees around, reluctant to part. Its white flowers are beautiful among the green leaves, and its simple posture deduces the ordinary and embellishes the hometown.
I love Sophora japonica because its flowers can be delicious on people's table. In spring, my mother put some oil on the Sophora japonica picked from the tree, beat two eggs, add some noodles and salt, fry it for me with an electric baking pan, and sometimes steam it. It is really delicious. After eating, promise to eat again. You can try some in China if you don't believe me.
I love Sophora japonica. Her noble and elegant beauty and indomitable vitality of trees always affect my thinking. Her persistent and ordinary style has given me endless strength to forge ahead on the bumpy road of life, urging and inspiring me to take every step.
6. Write a composition about Sophora japonica. Rain smells better.
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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 a sense of reading, but more importantly, there were many elderly 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?
7. Huaihua Township Composition 150 Words I grew up in a beautiful place called Yingshan.
It is surrounded by mountains and waters, with beautiful scenery, fertile land and hardworking people. Yingshan, why is it called Yingshan? In fact, it is called "Eagle Mountain" because there is a mountain here that looks like a big eagle just spreading its wings and looking up at the blue sky.
Where we live, there are several mountains, which are not high, but very handsome. All of them are knife-cut stone cliffs. Along the steep stone cliffs, trees, vines and grass are covered, making these mountains evergreen all year round.
Some mountains rise like bamboo shoots; There are old cows lying on the ground, and the mountains are winding; There is a towering pillar, like the golden hoop of the Monkey King in myth. We live under three connected mountains, which are called three fortresses.
We often climb one of the mountains and look into the distance. Yingshan is remote, but it is not a small place.
In ancient times, it was also the seat of the county government office. There are outstanding people here, and there are many outstanding people in history, with a long history and unique regional culture.
Every Spring Festival or temple fair, folk dramas often feast the eyes of the audience. The transportation here is convenient, with Guilin in the north and Liuzhou in the south.
Through convenient transportation, people sell the surplus things harvested on the land to far away places. Xiangshui here is one of the famous scenic spots in Luzhai. This is a clear river that gurgles all year round.
In summer, my parents and I always love to swim there, and the cool river brings us endless joy. Xiangshui's name is sweet, but in fact, her scenery is more charming.
When it comes to Xiangshui, the river pours down from the upper river bed with a cool breeze, and flows into countless white waterfalls with different heights. When the sun shines, the water reflects the sun like a mirror, and a rainbow-like ribbon looms above the water vapor.
I love Yingshan, which gave me a wonderful childhood. I have been studying in Zhu Ying Children's School since I was a child. The school is not far from home, as warm as my second home.
Although the school conditions are difficult and the equipment is simple, this is my paradise, and I have spent all my happiness here. I grew up slowly under the guidance of my teacher.
I learned a lot of knowledge and the truth of being a man in this promised land. I love Yingshan.
This is my grandmother, menstruation and my little aunt. Like many Yingshan people, they are so kind, charitable, caring, helpful and have a beautiful heart. I will leave here soon and move to a city with my father's unit.
My heart is full of reluctant feelings for this place. I wrote this article as a souvenir. I love the mountains in Yingshan, the water in Yingshan and the people in Yingshan.
8. Huaihua Township Composition 150 Words I grew up in a beautiful place called Yingshan.
It is surrounded by mountains and waters, with beautiful scenery, fertile land and hardworking people. Yingshan, why is it called Yingshan? In fact, it is called "Eagle Mountain" because there is a mountain here that looks like a big eagle just spreading its wings and looking up at the blue sky.
Where we live, there are several mountains, which are not high, but very handsome. All of them are knife-cut stone cliffs. Along the steep stone cliffs, trees, vines and grass are covered, making these mountains evergreen all year round.
Some mountains rise like bamboo shoots; There are old cows lying on the ground, and the mountains are winding; There is a towering pillar, like the golden hoop of the Monkey King in myth. We live under three connected mountains, which are called three fortresses.
We often climb one of the mountains and look into the distance. Yingshan is remote, but it is not a small place.
In ancient times, it was also the seat of the county government office. There are outstanding people here, and there are many outstanding people in history, with a long history and unique regional culture.
Every Spring Festival or temple fair, folk dramas often feast the eyes of the audience. The transportation here is convenient, with Guilin in the north and Liuzhou in the south.
Through convenient transportation, people sell the surplus things harvested on the land to far away places. Xiangshui here is one of the famous scenic spots in Luzhai. This is a clear river that gurgles all year round.
In summer, my parents and I always love to swim there, and the cool river brings us endless joy. Xiangshui's name is sweet, but in fact, her scenery is more charming.
When it comes to Xiangshui, the river pours down from the upper river bed with a cool breeze, and flows into countless white waterfalls with different heights. When the sun shines, the water reflects the sun like a mirror, and a rainbow-like ribbon looms above the water vapor.
I love Yingshan, which gave me a wonderful childhood. I have been studying in Zhu Ying Children's School since I was a child. The school is not far from home, as warm as my second home.
Although the school conditions are difficult and the equipment is simple, this is my paradise, and I have spent all my happiness here. I grew up slowly under the guidance of my teacher.
I learned a lot of knowledge and the truth of being a man in this promised land. I love Yingshan.
This is my grandmother, menstruation and my little aunt. Like many Yingshan people, they are so kind, charitable, caring, helpful and have a beautiful heart. I will leave here soon and move to a city with my father's unit.
My heart is full of reluctant feelings for this place. I wrote this article as a souvenir. I love the mountains in Yingshan, the water in Yingshan and the people in Yingshan.
9. How to write the composition of Sophora japonica Since last week, I have seen the blooming Sophora japonica on the roadside, and there is a smell called Yan and Xiang everywhere! When I called home, my mother said that she was making steamed buns of Sophora japonica. A greedy bug got up and decided to drag Laoteng to the seaside to lick Sophora japonica at the weekend.
I was going to get up early, but it was already nine o'clock on Saturday morning. Seeing the bad weather, I think I'd better give up. Anyway, my mother and mother-in-law left ice in the refrigerator, so I can eat it sooner or later. Lao Teng, who said this, didn't want to go and see it. After all, he came out, thinking that it would only take five minutes to go to the seaside and see if he was dead. But Cheng Xiang, who hasn't arrived at the seaside yet, is envious to see many people walking back with big bags full of Sophora japonica trophies.
"Hurry up, hurry up" I urged Lao Teng to step forward. Take a closer look, wow, the tree is full of Sophora japonica, and my heart is beautiful! Unfortunately, we didn't bring sticks and hooks, so we had to pick them with low branches, but our hearts were beautiful.
It's the first time for me to roll Sophora japonica by myself in my life. It used to be given by my aunt in my hometown. To tell the truth, eating Sophora japonica is not as tempting as rolling Sophora japonica, hee hee! In order to eat more, I started to pick it up non-stop, and then I looked at the old man. It's time to have a leisurely play. After a while, I picked out a small bag, but Lao Teng just couldn't understand it. He said that other guys also plausibly said, "I don't look like you. I want everything. I am all those difficult ones."
After an hour's work, our bags are almost full. Seeing that it began to rain, we decided to go home. It is said that he went home, went out from the inside, stopped to pick some trees when he saw them, so this person, hehe! But when I get home and look at these two pots of Sophora japonica, I still have to soak them in boiling water and cold water, and I have to send bread buns, but I'm so worried! Forget it, just dispose of it and throw it in the refrigerator for freezing. Let's wait until mother-in-law or mother comes, hehe.
10. I wrote in Huaihua with the word 100 that "my belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it."
Whether it's the wild goose that scares the wind, the dye of frosty leaves, the flying of thunderstorm, and the heavy snow crushing the wilderness, my purified mind is always envious of wisdom and * * *. I remember when I babbled, tang style Song Yu once moistened my young mind. When I was a little older, those beautiful words often evoked many colorful dreams-the expression of geese falling on the flat sand was clear and distant, and the desert smoke was bold and straightforward, which often appeared in the gorgeous dream mirror. Entering middle school, I felt the broadness of "a misty rain for life" and "autumn water * * *".
Therefore, I often wander in the back garden of time, looking at the distant stars; Quietly guard the last rattan leaf in front of the window; Overlooking Wuthering Heights at the foot of the mountain; I feel that the "stagnant water" in front of me is slightly blue. Burton thinks that "counting romantic figures depends on the present."
Books let me cross the time gap and appreciate the glory in the history of human spirit. When happy petals float in front of my eyes, I will wander in the quiet Cambridge and linger in Xu Zhimo's tenderness; I want to build a tall building for myself and climb it with Li Bai. I will take the wine to the wind and say loudly, "Since God has given talent, let it be used!" " ; I will also sit alone in front of the window and yearn for the tranquility of "the end of the song is not seen, and the peak on the river is green".
When I met the book, I listened to the wisdom of the ancients in the quiet ink. When the sad rainstorm strikes, I will meet the book in a room and silently pour out my inner sufferings.
Xuecai's hopeful words gradually melted the hard ice in my heart; And Maggie's warm flame lit up my confused front; For David? Copperfield's miserable childhood, I suddenly found myself so close to happiness; And Gu Cheng's shining black eyes taught me to look for light in the dark. The encounter with this book inspired my human strength in the black and white world.
When you meet a book, you grow up in a clear dream.