Question 2: "It's time for _ _ fragrance again". When I wrote my composition, it was the evening when Sophora japonica was fragrant, and the warm wind blew, which was a bit refreshing and sweet. Suddenly, I felt the fragrance of Sophora japonica, faint and sweet, but I lost my way in an instant. It turns out that it's time for the fragrance of Sophora japonica. However, in this reinforced concrete city, there is no fragrance of Sophora japonica. Is it a wisp of flower soul in my dream that has been looking for me? Looking back on my life, the fragrance of Sophora japonica has brought me many sweet dreams. When I was a child, there was a winding river in the north of the village, next to which was an earthen platform dug by the river, which extended to the endless distance along the river. The earthen platform is about three or four meters high, but only five or six meters wide. There are large and small locust trees on the north and south slopes and platforms, and there are large areas of dog tail grass under the locust trees. There is a cool breeze flowing through the forest unimpeded, with the fragrance of the wilderness. In April, clusters of beige buds will grow among the green leaves of Sophora japonica. Buds grow up slowly, and their colors will become lighter and whiter until they turn pale, hanging in the green of trees, just like a string of delicate little bells. The wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the white elves dance with it, playing the notes of nature. In April, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. We like to play games that we can never get enough of under the locust tree, such as skipping rope, singing, hide and seek, reading quietly and thinking quietly. Sophora japonica has a huge crown, which shields us from the scorching sun, opens thousands of arms and brings coolness to the cool breeze. At that time, I prefer to stay quietly under the tree, leaving behind thick leaves to watch Yun Lan floating in the sky, watching the leaves turn translucent yellow-green under the perspective of sunlight, watching the bright sunshine shine through the cracks in the leaves, sprinkling mottled light on the green grass, watching the bright spots dance with the rhythm of the wind, and my thoughts drifting to that distant place with the fragrant wind of Sophora japonica ... When Sophora japonica blooms, the air is full of freshness. In the morning, my mother picked up the fresh branches of Sophora japonica with a sickle tied to a bamboo pole, cut them off, smoothed them into the pot one by one, washed them, mixed them with flour and eggs, steamed them and mixed them with seasonings to make delicious Sophora japonica. At this time, every household will steam Sophora japonica, stir-fry Sophora japonica cake and Sophora japonica, which has become the most delicious meal in this season. I like to insert a Sophora japonica in the pile of books. The cool wind blew through the classroom, and the refreshing feeling suddenly filled my heart. The fragrance of Sophora japonica in the book has always been with me. In the evening, we spread a bamboo mat to enjoy the cool. The sweet smell of Sophora japonica hangs around the mat all the time, watching the stars chat and smelling the flowers. The whole childhood is very beautiful. When I was in college, the scent of Sophora japonica in the mountains and in the evening once reminded me of my childhood fantasy! It is precisely because of the fragrance of Sophora japonica in the mountains that I have a good impression on that city and the wind I used to hate has become lovely and unusual. The life span of Sophora japonica is very short. After a week or two, the white flowers will rustle down. The flying Sophora japonica will float away the beautiful fantasy and bring the fresh fragrance of Sophora japonica, but it will not make people feel faint melancholy. When Sophora japonica falls, walk slowly under the tree, feel the warmth of Sophora japonica flying all over the sky, tightly surround people before and after, gently kiss your cheek, or just jump on your clothes and fall on your hair, and then fall to the ground shyly, with a little reluctance and a faint smile, leaving only a faint fragrance in your chest, in your hair and in your heart. Brilliant and fragrant, it becomes a rare food that people want to stay in, and then lightly jumps off the branches and falls without regrets. In the process of falling, the dance made the last trace of prosperity, scattered the last trace of fragrance, scattered the soft white, decorated the fertility of mother earth, turned into soil in a thunderstorm and returned to the starting point of life. Another year, the fragrance of Sophora japonica is fragrant, and another year, Sophora japonica is falling. The short life leaves endless beauty, which makes the world memorable and long in the occasional heartbeat.
Question 3: The composition is 600 words in the fragrance season of Sophora japonica.
In late spring, my wife and daughter and I went back to our hometown. Walking to the east of the village, my daughter suddenly shouted, "What tree is that with white flowers? Still fragrant. " Not far away, I saw several lonely Sophora japonica trees standing there. The locust tree forest in my memory is gone now. My daughter insisted on picking Sophora japonica flowers. I ran over, struggled to climb the tree and broke two branches of Sophora japonica. The daughter sniffed excitedly. "Is this edible?" I nodded. Watching my daughter eat Sophora japonica, I can't help but recall picking Sophora japonica with my friends when I was a child.
It is also this season, and Sophora japonica is fragrant. The locust tree forest is lush with branches and leaves, and the locust tree is full of trees, as white as snow. Hard-working bees are also busy. The whole village seems to be full of fragrance. Childhood is not an era of material wealth, and sometimes hunger is inevitable. Sophora japonica can be eaten and naturally becomes a delicious food for friends. I remember that the only thing I could eat in spring at that time was Sophora japonica. We got up awkwardly, broke off a branch of Sophora japonica, smoothed the next one, stuffed it in our mouth and chewed it sweetly, as if there were no worries and troubles.
"Let's go, Dad." My daughter's crying woke me up from my meditation. I can't help but look at these locust trees again. I wonder how much longer they can stand here.
Question 4: seventh grade composition, the day when Sophora japonica is fragrant, the day when Sophora japonica is fragrant.
May day on earth, thousands of trees are lush. Lilacs have just withered, white Sophora japonica
Flowers are in full bloom in Shan Ye, and clusters of Sophora japonica are dotted among the rich green leaves, even in the air.
There is also a hint of sweetness. Of all the colorful flowers in full bloom, my favorite is still.
It's Sophora japonica. I like the whiteness and innocence of Sophora japonica. I like the rich fragrance of Sophora japonica.
Strong, fragrant Wan Li. Standing under the pagoda tree, I looked up at the tree full of pagoda flowers, and I read her attentively.
Understand her fragrance connotation and understand her life truth.
Sophora japonica, you are innocent and unpretentious. You don't have a beautiful coat, much less.
Gorgeous language. Among all the flowers, you don't have the beauty of magnolia and peach blossoms.
Enchanting, but you have snow-white, faint fragrance and fragrance, no matter where you are.
Son, as long as you are open and white as snow, you can smell your pure fragrance everywhere.
Your simple nature also shows your strong, natural and selfless style. You are welcomed by the world.
Love and praise. I remember a poem that said, "In May, there were beautiful flowers everywhere, full of melancholy.
Thousands of people are drunk, the spring water is blue, and the fragrance floats all the way to the end of the world. "
Sophora japonica, you help the poor, you cure the disease. In the age of turmoil and famine, you use your sweetness.
Sweet petals have saved countless lives. You can use it as medicine. How much are your stamens?
People get rid of the pain and let many people find the hope of life.
Sophora japonica, you selfless dedication, you silently adhere to. At this time of year, on hillsides and fields,
Wild, large-scale Sophora japonica flowers, you never ask the world for any reward, and bloom on time.
That's great. Although the world is big, you always stick to the roadside in Shan Ye and serve in obscurity.
Dedicate your beauty and fragrance to make the sleeping mountain more colorful.
Sophora japonica, seeing you reminds me of the past, reminds me of the past. Used to be
It was the season when Sophora japonica bloomed. It was the most beautiful time in my life, accompanied by friends.
There was happiness at that time, and there were teachers at that time. Now, the Sophora japonica blooms again, but the classmates are gone.
Only partridges sing in the air. What was once gone, today has a different kind of beauty, working for a hundred miles.
Hero enterprises in 2008, with the help and guidance of colleagues and the care and appreciation of leaders, made
I found my old feelings and happiness again.
Sophora japonica, you are fragrant again today, sitting on the train and watching you cover through the window.
Branches, seeing you swaying in the wind, can't help but be delighted and moved. With you around,
Let the tired travel become colorful; Along with you, those travel-stained.
Moved to become like yesterday.
Where there are flowers, there are flowers, and the laws of nature remain unchanged. When the Sophora japonica falls, it is diffuse.
In the sky, under the breeze, you are like snowflakes flying all over the sky, giving people a refreshing feeling.
. I like you because you are completely honest, unpretentious and selfless.
. Your quality will leave endless topics for the world.
Time flies like water, time flies. Appreciate Sophora japonica, listen to Sophora japonica, feel Sophora japonica and spoil Sophora japonica.
Sophora japonica seems to have endless feelings and endless love in her heart. Suddenly remind of the origin of forest smoke
In May, Sophora japonica blooms like snow and butterflies. Slight wind and waves, strings floating on the balcony.
Fragrant fragrance, angel arrival. What is this? Still innocent. "Sophora japonica, if
If I can keep it, I am willing to fold two-thirds of my life and replace it with one-third of zero.
Head.
Question 5: The fragrance of Sophora japonica is 400 words. April is the season when Sophora japonica flowers are fragrant. Walking into Wugang, the mountains are full of white oceans, which is overwhelming.
Climbing the mountain, the air is filled with refreshing fragrance, and it smells a little bit. That fragrance, faint and sweet, is a bit like the smell of a girl floating in the past! Elegant, fresh, fragrant and generous! Take a deep breath, very comfortable and unforgettable!
Walking into Dongshan, we are simply in the world of Sophora japonica. I saw a toot-toot flower, and the little bees were buzzing and busy collecting honey! The locust trees in the mountains provide them with sufficient honey sources. Every year, many people come to Wugang to release bees, and the Sophora japonica honey produced by Wugang is exported to all parts of the country.
Halfway up the hill, I saw many people picking Sophora japonica. The man hooked the branch with a hooked bamboo pole and sickle, and then pulled it hard, and the branch was broken. Women and children are busy stroking Sophora japonica. The locust tree has long been destroyed. The branches on the ground are in a mess, and the petals on the ground can be seen everywhere. The branches that have been pulled off but not fallen off are still hanging on the tree, tottering, and the whole tree looks like an umbrella with only an umbrella frame broken by the wind, swaying with the wind!
Sophora japonica in Wugang is very famous. In order to develop tourism and protect Sophora japonica, the Sophora japonica Festival is specially held. * * * repeatedly said that Sophora japonica can't be picked, but there are always some unruly people who go up the mountain to pick Sophora japonica for luck. In this way, the Huaihua Festival in Wugang is not worthy of the name. Wugang's tourist attractions will also lose a beautiful scenery.
In order to make our home more beautiful, I hope everyone will stop stroking Sophora japonica!