An interesting thing is to write 400 words.
Whenever I think of drawing glasses for grandpa, I can't help laughing.
It was a day of summer vacation. Go to grandpa's house to play, and grandpa works in the field. It was so hot that grandpa was so tired that he had to sit down and rest with his back against a big tree that he fell asleep unconsciously. Idle and bored, I wandered around, staring at grandpa's sleeping face, looking around, and an idea climbed into my mind.
I blew into the house like a whirlwind and looked around. Haha, a fountain pen is enough! I'm getting closer and closer to grandpa. Thank god, grandpa didn't wake up. I studied grandpa's face for a while and drew two circles around his nose. Oh, it's a little small. "Bah," I spat my finger and was about to raise my hand to wipe it. No, if grandpa wakes up, won't my plan be ruined? I really don't know what to do when I think about it. All right, let's get started! I picked up the pen and had to draw a big circle outside the small circle. Hee hee, black eyes, grandpa has become a giant panda. I chuckled. Draw another horizontal line, won't it become a pair of glasses? Well, that's more like it. Grandpa is more like a scholar!
On the way home, the neighbors all smiled and shook their heads and walked away. Grandpa wondered and said to himself, "Why are the neighbors so strange?" I am afraid of laughing, so cover your mouth quickly. Just entering the room, grandma smiled, and mom and dad laughed with her. Ha ha ha, cheerful laughter flew out of grandpa's window and drifted away. Grandpa felt something was wrong, so he rushed to the mirror and saw his strange appearance, staring at his big eyes. "This time, Grandpa is more like a giant panda." I looked at my masterpiece and clapped my hands and cried. "You troublemaker!" Grandpa was so angry that his beard turned up and he would pull my ear with an arrow. With a swish, I jumped out of the distance like a little loach, making faces and laughing.
Childhood is naive, childhood is naive and childhood is naughty. Now as long as I think of this funny thing, I can't help laughing.
What interesting things happened between the bird and the mother tree?
Spring has come with gentle steps, the ice and snow have melted, and the snow water has merged into a stream and gurgled. The sky is also higher, and the warm spring breeze blows on you. Really comfortable! The grass slowly poked its head out of the ground, like a shy little girl. Flowers bloom and nod slightly to the spring breeze. The tree pulled out new branches and swayed in the spring breeze as if waving to us. Birds also flew back from the south.
One day, mother bird is going to have a baby. She flew and flew to a small green tree. She smiled and said to the little tree, "Brother, can I build a nest on your branch?" Brother Xiaoshu shook his head and said, "That won't do. I am growing up. If you build a nest on my branch, I can't stand it. " Mother bird flew to a big tree again and said politely, "Brother Tree, can I build a nest in your tree?" Brother Dashu also shook his head and said, "That won't do. How uncomfortable it is for you to jump on my branch every day! " Mother bird flew away sadly and landed on an old tree. She said to the old tree, "Grandpa Tree, can I build a nest on your branch?" Grandpa Tree said happily, "Of course. I'm just looking for a partner! "Mother bird said excitedly," Thank you, Grandpa Tree. "Mother bird flew to a dense forest, grabbed twigs and built a nest. He flew under the tree again, picked up the leaves and spread them in the nest. He flew to the grass again, grabbed the grass and spread it on it. Busy for several days and nights, a nest was built, cold and warm. Mother bird laid three eggs in the nest and hatched for several weeks. As time went on, the egg cracked and the bird was finally born. Mother bird is very happy because she has a warm home and three birds. Grandpa Tree tries his best to take care of the bird family. In summer, the sun shines on the trees like fire. Grandpa Tree covered the sun with branches and leaves and held up an umbrella for the birds. At night, when the cold wind blows, Grandpa Tree uses his leaves to shelter the birds from the wind and rain. When Grandpa Tree is lonely, Mother Bird twitters and sings and dances to Grandpa Tree with the children on the tree, which makes Grandpa Tree happier. There are bugs on Grandpa Tree's trunk, so Mother Bird takes her baby to catch bugs for Grandpa Tree. As soon as mother bird caught the bug, she told her friend about Grandpa Tree's kindness. All her friends built nests in that old tree and sang and danced for Grandpa Tree. Grandpa Tree is getting younger and younger, and many new leaves are growing. This old tree has become a paradise for birds.
The big trees and small trees next to them are full of insects, their leaves are yellow, their branches are broken and they are dying. They said with tears, "It's all because we are too selfish. We help each other, benefit others, and be selfish and harm others and ourselves. People! You must learn our lesson.
Dr. Woodpecker Tree asked the first day of Grade 700 to be lively and fun. Come on! ! ! !
Woodpecker, tree doctor
When people have parasites in their stomachs, they will be malnourished and sick. The same is true of trees. If there are bugs on the trunk or bark, trees will get sick. Woodpeckers are good doctors to treat this disease.
As the name implies, woodpeckers are good at pecking wood, which is to feed on various insects. In some ancient books in China, there were records about woodpeckers pecking at wood and eating insects a long time ago, such as Bird Book? (that is, woodpeckers) aim at wood and owls aim at water; There is a record of "eating moths every other wood" in the annals of foreign things. Li Shizhen pointed out that "this bird got its name from a broken tree". It is also pointed out that "... the claws are pointed, the mouth is like a cone, several inches long, the tongue is longer than the mouth, and there is acupuncture at the end, which is hooked out with the tongue". green woodpecker
If you have the opportunity to live in the forest area for a period of time, you will have the opportunity to enjoy the interesting lens of woodpecker, the "forest doctor" who treats trees.
In the early morning, there is often a rapid "Benedict" sound in the distance! DuDu! Hey! "Sound, this is the woodpecker knocking on its patient. Follow the sound, you can find this "doctor" and "patient" and see the whole process from "diagnosis" to "treatment".
To "cure" trees, you must climb them first. Pecking this bird is a climbing bird. Its toes are in the front and back, and each toe has sharp claws, which is suitable for climbing trees. The tail feathers are hard and straight. It can support the trunk with tail feathers and help the feet support the weight. So woodpeckers can not only climb trees, but sometimes rotate around the trunk. In the process of climbing, the woodpecker rapped on the wood quickly with its chisel-like stiff mouth, making the trees beep! DuDu! Hey! " Sound. If a bug is found somewhere on the trunk, the woodpecker climbs tightly on the tree, pecks at the bark with its mouth, sticks its long, thin tongue with a hook in it, and hooks the bug out and eats it.
There are many kinds of woodpeckers, the most common ones are green woodpeckers and spotted woodpeckers.
The green woodpecker is about 30 cm long, and its feathers are mainly green, mixed with * * * dirty ash and green pollution. The male bird's head is red and very bright.
Green woodpeckers mainly feed on insects (especially in spring and summer), and only in autumn and winter will they eat some plant foods, such as the seeds of wild plants.
Spotted woodpeckers are slightly smaller than green woodpeckers. The upper body feathers are black with white spots, mainly on the wings, brown and white, red under the tail and red behind the male.
Like green woodpeckers, spotted woodpeckers mainly eat insects. The insects it eats are longicorn beetles, needle worms, pseudo-walking marriages, scarabs, bedbugs, ants, LEPIDOPTERA larvae and so on. Insects are scarce in winter, and spotted woodpeckers feed on the seeds of wild plants. At this time, in order to find food, the spotted woodpecker wandered around and lived a "tramp" life.
There is a smaller woodpecker called ant? . This woodpecker has a special feather color, and its upper body has a light silver-gray background with dark brown stripes like snakeskin patterns. * * * is almost white.
Ants don't climb trees like green woodpeckers and spotted woodpeckers, and they don't peck at trees to catch insects. Instead, they often feed on the ground. Therefore, it is called ant-type or ground woodpecker.
Four essays with 600 words of interesting stories about mice.
I like graceful locust trees, fruity apple trees and tall poplars, but I like the stout locust tree at the school gate best.
Seen from a distance, this pine tree looks like a tall tower. Look carefully, the pine tree is like a big umbrella to shade the sun. I saw the bark of pine trees one after another, fish-scale and irregularly arranged. The leaves of pine trees are like needles with very sharp heads, slightly upturned. Dark green leaves are stinging, but light green leaves are soft. A dozen leaves are like a beautiful flower, and they are like intimate friends whispering. In summer, the weather is very hot, and we enjoy the cool under the tree. When it rains, we take shelter from the rain and play games to our heart's content. When it snows in winter, we jump rope and do sports under the tree.
Pine trees grow tall and straight, not afraid of difficulties. It doesn't bow its head, and its leaves are still green no matter whether it is cold or hot, or it is stormy. Whenever there is goose feather and heavy snow in the winter sky, pine trees are covered with thick snow, but they stand without fear, just like PLA soldiers standing there guarding our campus. I can't help but think of a poem written by General Chen Yi:
yearn for
The snow is loose,
The pine trees are tall and straight.
You know, loose and noble,
When the snow melts.
Pine trees are full of treasures. Trunk is one of the indispensable raw materials for papermaking, and it is also a good building material. Volatile oil can be extracted from leaves, rosin can be used as rosin and turpentine, and branches and roots are fire-burning materials. In the past, people lit pine branches at night for lighting and heating. We should learn from its valuable spirit of dedication to the people.
I like pine trees so much! I prefer people who are fearless like pine trees.
Five compositions "Interesting Tree" with 400 words.
My family has a pot of money tree, which is our favorite. With the care and love of family, it looks very beautiful. Look, dense branches and leaves, like sentinels on the grassland.
It is not only beautiful, but also very interesting.
The tip of a cash cow is generally downward, and the leaves are smooth and green. Green is so fresh and energetic, shining in the sun, very eye-catching, making people look very comfortable. Seen from a distance, it looks like a lush tree. Look carefully, just like a little person waving his little hand, welcome friends to my home.
Cash cows grow very slowly, only a few centimeters a year. It is green all year round, and there is a lot of water in its leaves. You can squeeze out a lot when you squeeze. Its leaves are very fragile and have strong vitality, and sometimes it will take root in the basin. Some of its roots are like small buds, and some are like blooming flowers. When its roots reach the tip of the pen, it will crawl into the soil to absorb water and nutrients. If you cut your hand by something, wipe the juice on the leaves of the money tree to relieve the pain.
Tell me, isn't the cash cow interesting?
What interesting things happened between the bird and the mother tree?
In a big forest, there lived a bird. One winter, the birds flew away from this big forest for the winter as usual. Spring came, and when the bird flew back to the big forest, something surprised the bird.
"Where did my home go?" The bird said to itself.
At this time, the little white rabbit, a good friend of the bird, passed by here. After seeing the bird, he said to the bird with concern, "Look again! I will always find it. "
"I looked for it, but I couldn't find it."
"Well …" said the little white rabbit, "You can ask other trees!"
Oh, yes! I can also ask other trees. Thank you for reminding me. " With gratitude, the bird said goodbye to the white rabbit and went to find the nearest tree.
"Tree, please tell me, where is the tree where I live?" The bird asked politely.
"You will be very sad if I say it." The tree said.
The bird said in a somewhat coquettish tone, "Tell me!" "
"All right. The tree where you live was cut down by humans and made into tables, chairs and benches ... "
"Whoops ..." The bird finally burst into tears. "So ... where do I live?"
The tree said generously, "You can build a home on me!" " "
The bird asked, "Is this ok?"
"Why not? Do it quickly! " The tree replied.
After a period of hard work, the bird finally built a home. Soon after the bird moved in, it was going to travel far away again. When the bird came back again, she found that her home was gone, and there were few trees in the big forest. Her good friend, the white rabbit, wandered around like many other animals and was homeless. The bird cried sadly after seeing this scene. Later, she learned that the reason why the forest became like this was caused by those stupid and selfish people.
The bird thought: what's the use of human cutting down so many trees? Just for your own enjoyment. They don't want to think about it either. This not only harms nature, but also makes many animals wander around and become homeless.
Composition: an interesting story
One tree in the east, one tree in the south, one tree in the west and one tree in the north. ""trees! Trees! Trees! Trees! We can't let Langzhou live. "
That spring, Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu toured places of interest in Hangzhou, which shocked the magistrate of Hangzhou. The satrap heard about Zhu for a long time, and wanted to make an arty work, so he asked for a poem. Zhu Zhishan looked at the ancient paintings: the ancient crossing in the bleak, the jagged weeping willows, the merchant ships waiting to be untied, and the farewell to the sad girls in Fujian ... parting pictures. Zhu Zhishan knew that the painting was taken by the prefect and decided to "let him shed a handful of blood", so he said that the pen was worth two hundred and twenty pieces of silver.
The satrap listened, his heart ached! I didn't want to contribute, but I really wanted to wish Mo Bao to show off to his colleagues, so I made a counter-offer of one hundred and twenty pieces of silver. Zhu Zhishan smiled without a word, splashed vinegar and ink, and wrote four poems: "A tree in the east, a tree in the south, a tree in the west and a tree in the north." Then leave the wolf. The satrap was very angry and thought, what nonsense poem is this? Waste you, a famous poet and calligrapher! Seeing that the satrap was going to get angry, Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan exchanged glances and smiled and said, "The satrap is calm. Brother Zhu's poem is only half written, but isn't the satrap only half written? " The satrap was helpless and had to offer two hundred and twenty pieces of silver. He knows it's more worthwhile to spoil famous paintings! Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu smiled at each other, and then wrote the rest of the poem: "Trees! Trees! Trees! Trees! Can't let Lang Zhou live. " I watched too much, and even claimed to be wonderful. Wow! This poem repeatedly laid out "a tree" four times, and at the same time rendered four "trees" in succession. In the poem, the willow leaves are inextricably linked, and the mood is full, almost ready to come. The phrase "you can't tie Langzhou alive" opens the floodgate of artistic conception and sublimates poetry. The sadness that a girl can't give up her lover, but can't be separated, is really endless!
In the forest, there is a small river, and no one can cross it. There is an elephant and a giraffe on both sides of the river. One day, a little white rabbit wanted to cross the river, but found that the river was deep and wide and could not pass. So he came up with an idea to make the elephant's nose stick up in the air and the giraffe's neck bend slightly to form a "bridge". The little white rabbit jumped for joy.
Eight interesting story combinations of buttonwood and me.
When I was young, the new rural construction had not yet arisen, and every household lived with the old ruins. Although I am not rich, my life is very satisfactory and happy. Later, when I got rich, I had a lot of troubles. At that time, the old people all liked to get together and tell what they had seen and heard all their lives, such as what Hong Tianwang died in tears and what Sun Yat-sen was a militia. People with poor skills sometimes play the erhu, the sound of which is rough, but it shows the simplicity of the country people. Young people play chess and poker as their spare time pastimes. At that time, they always couldn't sleep in the afternoon, and sometimes they were awakened by the "general" who suddenly drank it. Children also have their own fun, catching fish and touching shrimps, digging nests and turning over earthworms, and heaven is everywhere. And what I love is related to a tree.
That is a buttonwood tree, tall and wide. I don't know what kind. At that time, I was still young and didn't understand such things as tree species. I only know what I see before my eyes: its main stem is thick, and two adults can hug it. Its leaves are big and dense as palms; It is quite tall and straight, like a towering green tent. Grandma always said it was a sacred tree, and it was said that it could capture golden phoenix. Because of this wonderful rumor, I sit under a tree whenever I have time and look forward to the moment when Wu Fengqi appears. However, more than ten years have passed since I was a child, but I haven't waited until the moment when the bird stopped. Later, I thought about it. In fact, the most naive hope of childhood is like a golden phoenix. It gave me a hopeful childhood and made me look forward to my daily life in my ignorant childhood. This is the most beautiful place and the best memory brought by legend.
Let's talk about buttonwood again. Grandpa always said that he was old enough to be a grandfather. I often sneer and say, "much younger than you, much more powerful!" " "Every time I finish this sentence, my grandfather will pretend to be very angry, blow his beard and stare, make a gesture to hit me, and laugh at me after a few seconds. I ignored him, but ran to play under the buttonwood.
Weeds are everywhere, and some of them are even taller than me. Once, it suddenly occurred to me, why not help the plane tree clear these nasty rotten grass? As soon as I started, I immediately began to squat down and pull weeds, one by one. Regardless of the sweat mixed with the fragrance of the earth. From sunrise to sunset, I pulled all day and didn't have time for lunch. I was thinking, why was I so stupid when I was indifferent to a pile of bowls and chopsticks? This is also a secret hidden in time. However, when I was far away from the countryside and went to study in the city, I didn't have my childhood partner around me until I realized the loneliness of the buttonwood tree after weeding. I think this may be one of my greatest regrets.
When I was a child, my family was poor and there were no toys. What I am looking forward to most is summer, because sticking cicadas with my father is the most interesting thing in my eyes. And that buttonwood tree naturally provided me with an excellent place. Although its leaves are large, they are sparse, so it is easy to search for cicadas in the rest. At that time, I thought, buttonwood and I are really close comrades-in-arms, it provides me with a place to play, and I wipe out the greedy suckers for it. Many times, I will ask my father to help me pick the biggest tung leaf in my eyes and put it on my head, imagining that it is the king's crown; Then break a branch, and when the old man tells a story, he often hangs Longquan sword on his lips and waves it at will. Looking back now, the naivety at that time, coupled with the blue sky and green tung leaves, formed the first eternal, warm and beautiful scenery in my life, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never find it again.
Many things, big and small, have happened under the buttonwood tree, and some of them have faded out of my memory with the passage of time. But there is one thing I still remember, and I will probably never forget it in my life.
It was also a summer day, and my father and I enjoyed the cool in the shade. At that time, I was already a junior high school student, my horizons were broadened a lot, and my words were no longer so immature. At first, I didn't remember what I talked to my father. Then we talked about high school, and I suddenly asked, "How was your high school life?" My father was silent for a long time, even I thought he didn't hear me, so I repeated, "What was your high school life like?" He still didn't answer. After a while, my father sighed lightly and said simply, "I didn't go to high school." "How is that possible? Don't you study very well? " "I really didn't go to high school." He only left this sentence in the end, and then turned back to the house, ignoring my questioning.
Later, I asked my grandmother when my father was at school. She told me that my father suddenly got a serious illness during the senior high school entrance examination. I don't remember the name of the disease, except that my grandmother said that because of this disease, my father only got three subjects in the senior high school entrance examination. I didn't believe it at first, so I asked my aunt and my second aunt, and their statements were the same as grandma's. After asking my second aunt, my mind was really blank, and I couldn't help running under the buttonwood and crying. Until now, when I wrote this, tears have been falling. I can't imagine my father's mood at that time, and I dare not imagine it. All I know is that that summer, under that tree, the man's sigh became a pain in my heart forever.
Later, I grew up and went to high school. Away from my childhood, my hometown, my buttonwood. The city is full of paulownia trees, which are also lush, and there are even some lovely balls, which are much more beautiful than the buttonwood trees in my hometown. But looking at them, I can't bear the warmth of my childhood. I often sigh that the feeling of warmth is gradually alienated, which is the biggest loss and disappointment in my growing up. However, the tree that I grew up with has long been imprinted in my heart. You can still clearly see the grain of each leaf, and it will never fade with the passage of light. I know they will be together forever.
I stopped writing and went to grandma's old house. I wanted to take a picture of the buttonwood tree as an attachment, but I found that it disappeared as early as I don't know when, so that there was not even a stump left. But next to it, a small buttonwood tree was born. Compared with the old buttonwood tree, it is still very fragile, and its branches and leaves have not been fully extended. I wonder if it is a continuation of the life of that old phoenix tree?
I think, yes.
Those things that I can't forget and believe will exist forever will not leave me after all.
I will continue to write the story of buttonwood, because it contains too much beauty for me. Also, there are countless memories that make me cry every time I think about it.
An interesting tree of 25 words.
When I was a child, I worked in the fields with my parents. As the sun sets, my family comes down from the loess high slope. Brilliant sunset glow shines on the western sky, and gold hangs between heaven and earth. At this time, I want to see the trees. The trees in the sunset look beautiful and abnormal, and they are all hurt. And those willows, poplars and locust trees that try to dye loess with their meager green color, in my opinion, are not only withered, but also stunted. Those trees, showing tenacious vitality, are actually bent and hunched, and covered by the miserable yellow earth color.
Later, I left my hometown for many years.
I don't know why, although I haven't been to Huangshan, I have paid tribute to the Huangshan pine painted by the painter. Take root in F rock, never meet an inch of land, attract wind and drink dew, stand out from the crowd. I think, if you are a tree, you may have to live like a yellow pine to have a taste. It is not that it will win the admiration of many people, but as a tree, you always have some dignity.
Having said that, I asked myself privately, do I feel that the trees in my hometown have lost their dignity or something?
That is, from then on, I think as a tree, it should be as handsome as a tree on the plain of western Sichuan. In my heart, I still remember the posture of willows on the high slope of loess in my hometown, and I am one of their extensions.
Ten ants are bigger than a tree.
The little ant lives in the hole of a towering tree in the forest. It's wet and dark there.
One day, Grandpa Tree said to the little ant, "Little ant, little ant, the scenery above is beautiful." There are blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine here. Come on up! The little ant also wants to see the scenery outside. He is very worried and says, "I am so small, can I do it?" "Uncle grandpa said," As long as you make up your mind, you will succeed. "
The next day, the little ant began his first adventure. Along the way, the little ant met many difficulties. The caterpillar laughed at him and satirized him. The beetle wanted to eat him as his own food. He didn't fear or flinch. With the encouragement of uncle and grandpa, he is braver and more confident every time. Day after day, the little ant finally climbed to the top of Grandpa's tree. He opened his arms and shouted, "Wow, it's beautiful!" "Grandpa Tree smiled and said," Congratulations! Little ant, you are the bravest ant in the world. "
This story tells us that "nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it."