In spring, I put on a green coat and sucked the dew of spring to my heart's content. On the bare branches, many buds stand out. The yellow flower core in the flower is like a lovely mouth, drinking the spring breeze and singing softly. I listened and sang together, making a rustling sound with the newly sprouted buds.
In summer, I grow long wicker, and my wicker can be made into a straw hat to wear on my head, which is cool and beautiful. My willow leaves are as small as thin jade; Wicker flows down the river, like a hair floating in the air, like a performer waving a long silk scarf.
In autumn, I hold my head high, just like a mighty soldier guarding the roadside neatly, but the willow leaves have turned yellow and almost fell off. The small flowers beside me have withered, and only the chrysanthemums stand upright. I tried my best to learn from it and prevent myself from hunching over.
At this time, the autumn is crisp and all the fruit trees are in bloom. I greeted them cordially and greeted them. They all responded politely and gave me fruit to eat.
When winter came, Grandpa Feng ruthlessly scraped off my green coat, and I was shivering with cold. I am as ugly as dry wood in winter. Hey! I hope spring will come soon.
Year after year has passed, in the silent growth, I have done countless beneficial things for people, and I will continue to do so until I die of old age!
2. Composition on the topic of willow 650 words willow
In early spring and March, the snow and ice in the shade have not completely melted and the chill has not disappeared, but the willow has spit out small green shoots and pulled out green branches.
The hairy bud stretched and yawned. It looked around and saw a dead leaf. Therefore, it stretches itself and dances graceful branches. It is covered with new green leaves, swaying and dancing like a slim girl.
Soon, the branches put on new clothes and became more lively in the warmth and softness. So, it became confident. Look, a gust of wind is blowing. It's smiling at me and waving to me. It's like dancing.
Only then did I discover that Miss Chun is a senior hairdresser. She made wicker slender, like curved moon buds and thin eyebrows. At this time, I thought of He Zhangzhi's [Chanting Willow]: "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors."
In the spring of March, the elegant and fresh winter jasmine blooms, the peach blossoms as pink as chardonnay bloom, and the pear blossoms of Qiongzhi Yuye bloom ... catkins float in the sky like snow. Catkins dance in the gentle spring breeze. This seems to be an "artificial" snowflake. Like fog? Like cigarettes? Like a cloud? Furry clusters fall on the face, itchy.
People say, "If you plant flowers intentionally, you can't blossom. If you plant willows unintentionally, you will get a shade." I think: Narcissus, a fairy among flowers, is beautiful and fragrant, but it can't be separated from the gardener's careful cultivation. The fresh and elegant willow trees bathe in the sun, suck the rain and dew, grow by the river, sway by the roadside, be unknown, and simply decorate the great rivers and mountains of people on the edge of the motherland in spring. ...
I like plants. But I love willow more, and I love its unpretentious noble spirit more.
3. Write a few words on the topic of willow. Trees are sometimes like people, and only at special moments can they show their unique personality. At the turn of autumn and winter, at the turn of winter and spring, the time sequence changes and the temperature changes suddenly, which is a special moment of great turmoil and great changes in nature. In Beijing, this change is particularly urgent. Every year, the cold winter seems to come suddenly and just warm and sunny. In a flash, the cold wind outside the Great Wall was like a beast breaking through the cage. Nature suddenly fell into ruthless plunder. It's really "the grass will change color when brushed, and the leaves will fall when the wood touches it." Many trees that look more solid and stronger than willows suddenly become withered, shed their luxuriant costumes, and present a dilapidated appearance. They don't have the courage to contend with the wind and frost. It is that the willow tree is weak in appearance, in adversity, leisurely, and thorns. Struggling in the wind, arrow and frost sword. Willow, which has always been regarded as weak, has become strong in times of crisis. Although it is not as good as the pine and cypress that never withers in winter, it also shows the spirit of defeating the strong with the weak. If all kinds of life philosophies are also popular among trees, there will inevitably be some trees, and the motivation to laugh at willow trees is futile. This is an honest knot. If so, there must be other trees.
4. Write an article on the topic of willow. I've always liked willow trees.
I like willow because it is the most spiritual. One day, walking on the gray earth that has been sleeping for a winter, you will suddenly find a light green not far away. That's a surprise brought by willow trees. Looking closely, countless small, tender and lovely willow buds are growing happily. At this time, your mood will be suddenly enlightened: ah, spring is coming! You can take off your heavy winter clothes and take everything in your hand for an outing!
I once read in a book that if you get lost in the jungle, just follow the willows and you can get out of the jungle. Because willows turn green first in spring and yellow last in autumn. Where willows line up, there will be running water, which flows out to the mountains. Follow it to find the river and you will find your home. This common sense made me suddenly realize that willow trees are like mothers.
What fascinates me in particular is the rows of willows along the river. Long branches hang down from the high canopy like waterfalls. The breeze passes by and dances with the wind, just like a woman with a variety of amorous feelings. The lingering charm of the swaying willows reveals a deep feminine beauty. I also like those willows that are oblique, curved and have thick tree tumors. Like a strong woman who has experienced vicissitudes of life, her posture stands obliquely above the water, and long branches gently brush the water, causing ripples. I like the softness of willow, and I like her strength even more. Even in the harsh environment, she still stands upright. The stump formed by willow branches is the most difficult place to cut in, and her pride is also the most admirable place. Whenever I see it, I always stop to stare and feel awe.
5. Write a composition of 100 on the topic of willow leaves. Autumn leaves are in my eyes, and autumn is a festival where the earth and leaves gather.
Some of them danced and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth, while others shuttled across the sky and started their own thrilling voyage. One day, I went to a small park by bike. There is a natural lake next to the park, and there are several pots of big trees in Kobanawa.
The breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which is really interesting. At this time, a small leaf fell from the sky. I quickly stepped forward, stretched out my hands and caught this lovely little thing.
I compared the leaves of several big trees and wanted to help them find their own "home". But after searching for a long time, I found nothing. I seem to have lost confidence. Maybe this is an orphan.
I picked up this poor leaf and looked at it carefully. It looks like a small fan, a bit like ginkgo, but it is not. It also has a beautiful coat. Look, it's red with yellow and yellow with red. How beautiful! It feels slippery and cold.
This is ... I smell a fragrance. What is this? I feel strange. Is this the smell of leaves? I can't believe that the leaf in my hand has such great charm, but I still can't help putting it in front of my nose. Oh, my God, it's really it! I am surprised that a leaf can give off such a charming fragrance.
But it smells good, doesn't it … I think, and then I walk to the small trees by the lake. Great! I helped him find a home! I am extremely happy, but it seems a little reluctant to think that this lovely little thing will leave me. But I can't. I know it needs home, too. I had to reluctantly put it on the branch. Although it is yellow, at least you can feel the warmth of home.
I think: people often praise the beauty of flowers, the straightness of trees and the selfless dedication of grass, but they have never seen the charm of leaves, but in my heart, leaves are the most beautiful. I love leaves, and I love leaves in autumn more.
Autumn in Shenzhen Autumn has arrived in Shenzhen, but people living between people and cars are unaware of it! Even if you drive through Shan Ye, the green mountains still make people believe that you are in a warm summer! The temperature is still more than 30 degrees, and the slight temperature difference does not affect men's sleep until dawn.
The south, where the seasons are like spring, even makes people feel whether the word autumn and winter is necessary. So I thought of autumn in eastern Sichuan. The golden ground and flaming tree feet indicate that this is a harvest season: rice is yellow and corn is yellow; Peanuts are white, and so are the cotton spit in the ground.
.. autumn is rich and busy. When people move the harvested fruits to the front, back and under the eaves like ants, they leave behind a large area of yellow land. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the yellow leaves gave up their struggling posture and degenerated into beautiful poems.
.. Autumn in my hometown always impacts people's sight with the most direct freehand brushwork! I like Sichuan with four distinct seasons, but I am more moved by Shenzhen in a hurry. Shenzhen, a paradise of dreams and successful struggles, is constantly chasing the hope in its heart with busy steps every day. What is hard to find is the "millet" and "corn" harvested by farmers? Every day in Shenzhen is actually a busy autumn, but colorful pastimes greatly dilute the concept of autumn! But in Shenzhen, should the word autumn come to mind? At this time, maybe a cold can let you know the coming of autumn accurately.
One day, I went to a small park by bike. There is a natural lake next to the park, and there are several pots of big trees in Kobanawa. The breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which is really interesting.
At this time, a small leaf fell from the sky. I quickly stepped forward, stretched out my hands and caught this lovely little thing. I compared the leaves of several big trees and wanted to help them find their own "home".
But after searching for a long time, I found nothing. I seem to have lost confidence. Maybe this is an orphan. I picked up this poor leaf and looked at it carefully. It looks like a small fan, a bit like ginkgo, but it is not.
It also has a beautiful coat. Look, it's red with yellow and yellow with red. How beautiful! It feels slippery and cold. This is ... I smell a fragrance. What is this? I feel strange.
Is this the smell of leaves? I can't believe that the leaf in my hand has such great charm, but I still can't help putting it in front of my nose. Oh, my God, it's really it! I am surprised that a leaf can give off such a charming fragrance. But it smells good, doesn't it … I think, and then I walk to the small trees by the lake. Great! I helped him find a home! I am extremely happy, but it seems a little reluctant to think that this lovely little thing will leave me.
But I can't. I know it needs home, too. I had to reluctantly put it on the branch. Although it is yellow, at least you can feel the warmth of home. I think: people often praise the beauty of flowers and trees.
6. Write a composition with spring as the main topic. Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. There are beautiful elephants everywhere on campus. Willow leaves out fine willows, and yellow leaves adorn them; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming! Spring has really come. In the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. On sunny days, warm sunshine shines on your body, and soft spring breeze blows on your face, which is both warm and comfortable; on rainy days, spring thunder explodes from time to time, which is both thrilling and * * *. The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. The cheerful smiling face is full of hope. The park is full of excitement again. Young people who take pictures, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on. In spring, people are busier. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, busy figures come and go in the streets of the city, farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside, and the walls of classrooms. In a new book, there are many fruits of knowledge waiting for us to collect. I love spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of the trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope! Example 3: Beautiful spring and winter As soon as Grandpa left, Miss Chun quietly came to the world with a basket of flowers, accompanied by spring breeze and spring rain. Suddenly, everything on the earth revived, and the flowers were overflowing, showing a vitality. You see, the spring breeze gently blows the soil, and grass grows out of the ground. They are all green and look like a green carpet from a distance. When the spring breeze blows, they sway from side to side. Flowers are in full bloom, red as fire, white as snow, pink as chardonnay and colorful. Peach blossoms on the mountain look like clouds from a distance. Flowers put a floral dress on the world, which is very beautiful. You see, trees are like guards who stick to the frontier. They have survived the cold winter and still stand there firmly. Today, they pulled out new branches and grew green leaves. The most beautiful is the pond. Like a braid, the spring breeze blows and the wicker swings, like a dancing girl, very beautiful. You see, the spring rain rustles, like embroidery needles, like cow hair. The snow on the river has melted, and the snow water has merged into a stream and gurgled. In the river, tadpoles are swimming frolicking, as if looking for their mother. I must think that spring is so beautiful. They are chirping in the air, as if calling other swallows to play with them. Swarms of butterflies and bees are dancing among the flowers. Bees are collecting nectar, and butterflies are collecting pollen. They are very busy. I love spring, and I hope it will stay in my motherland forever.
7. Liu with the topic of "Liu" is not less than 600 words. It is graceful, willow leaves are fluttering, and there are thousands of customs. It is strong and unyielding ... The poet He wrote in "Liu Yong": A tree in Jasper Village is tall, and a tapestry of thousands of threads hangs down.
Willow, ordinary. In parks, streets, schools ... everywhere.
In spring, willow trees take off their winter clothes and welcome a new green. On the slender branches, there are green shoots about one centimeter long, crawling around the branches like caterpillars.
Gradually, the buds grow into green leaves. The drizzle is like silk, and the willow greedily sucks the spring rain. They spread evergreen branches in the three seasons, and the long and narrow leaves laugh in the rain and fog.
In summer, the vicious sunshine shines on the earth, which makes people sweat, especially at noon. At this time, sunshine is the most poisonous. People go to bed after dinner, and only the willows outside are still standing. Under the scorching sun, the willows straightened up, and the green leaves seemed to be coated with a layer of wax under the sunlight, which was very smooth.
Some flowers and plants next to them were in full bloom, but as soon as they were exposed to the sun, they immediately lost their original vitality and their petals were listless. In the afternoon, people sit under the willows, eating fresh fruits, chatting about their homes and enjoying the warmth of the willows.
Walking by the lake in the park, the graceful willows are slim and graceful, and the slender young leaves glow with little green light, which looks like an emerald from a distance. It's time to get through the hot summer and be crisp in autumn.
Willow leaves are yellow, a breeze is blowing, branches are swaying, and willow leaves are like innocent and lovely elves, fluttering and flying all over the sky. Touching the willow branches, the rough bark reminds me of grandpa's calloused hands and grandma's wrinkles ... There are some small black holes on the bark, which is a "good thing" done by bedbugs.
What they did did did great harm to the willow tree. Even so, it will thrive next spring ... I love willow! I like them all.
8. Ask for a composition about willows. There are two tall and straight willows on the playground of our school.
I dare say that without them, the campus will lose half its beauty. Two willows are in the flourishing period, with thick trunks, soft branches and green colors. From a distance, they look like two big green umbrellas.
Countless wickers grow down from the willow branches, just like a girl's hair. The leaves on the wicker are green and dripping, like a boat sailing on the green water, very beautiful.
The root is so big that it takes two people to hold it together. If someone asks about the growth age of willows, I will tell him proudly with my thumbs up: "These willows are almost 100 years old.
It witnessed the glorious history of our school. "The two willows are only five or six meters apart, just like two tall customers, standing on the playground.
A gust of wind blows, and the willow branches sway gently, just like the graceful dance of a girl, which makes your tired eyes light up and all the unhappiness suddenly swept away. In the morning, the whole campus was immersed in the sound of books. Willow is like a kind old man, leaning over and listening to us quietly, and his expression is so focused. During class, we played games under the willow tree, and the willow tree propped up a green sky for us with its branches and leaves. We sing and dance heartily, and when we are tired and sleepy, we rest on the willow tree. At noon, in the hot sun, we sat under the willow tree in groups of three and five, listening to the sound of the willow tree and singing the ancient poem we had learned: Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hung down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Willow leaves are happy, take green leaves as prizes and throw three or two pieces from time to time; In the evening, we reluctantly bid farewell to the beautiful campus, and the willow smiled and watched us go away.
This summer vacation, a willow tree on the playground was blown down by the wind, leaving only a bare trunk, and the campus suddenly lost its vitality. I thought the willows would never grow again, but a few days later, a miracle appeared, and many new greens appeared on the upper part of the trunk.
The students exclaimed in surprise, "The willow tree is alive again! The willow tree is alive! " Ah! Willow, you not only add beautiful colors to our campus, but also bring us joy. I love the beautiful campus, and I love the willow trees on campus even more.
9. Write an article with the theme of "Willow". You may be familiar with willow trees. In spring, it wears green clothes, waving branches and leaves against the spring breeze, exuding vitality. People have always appreciated his elegance and elegance since ancient times. He once wrote: Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Ancient famous sentences.
There is a tall willow by the pond in front of my house. I loved it when I was a kid.
When the spring breeze blows, willow buds can't wait to show their heads, and wicker flutters with the wind. At this time, I always like to break its soft branches and leaves naughty with my friends and make kites. Make bows and arrows; Or chase and play with its soft branches and leaves under the tree. Play until the sun goes down and go home for dinner.
In summer, the sun is like fire, people move a small table and sit in the shade, and the cool wind blows, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed. What about me? My friends and I climbed the tree with the trunk when the adults were not looking, and found a thick branch to sit on, enjoying the comfort brought by the cool breeze and the distant scenery. This is really a pleasure. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.
Autumn, autumn is crisp, willow leaves wither. The adults all went to work in the fields, so we found a red scarf to hide and seek around the willow tree. He is like a kind grandfather, always accompanying us and never getting bored. We played until all the adults went home to cook before going home for dinner. Although it is inevitable to be accused, I am still thinking about the previous game and still immersed in happiness.
In winter, it is covered with snow. The willows are covered with ice strips, and a gust of wind blows. Ding Ling's ringing in the tree, like a laurel tree in the moon palace, brought me to a fairy tale world. Become a beautiful landscape in the ice and snow.
Liu, I love you, you are a fairy, and you will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart! ! !