Written essay on the big tree in front of the door

1. Composition about me and the old tree in front of my door

A poem: The old tree in front of my hometown

Not far from the door of my former residence< /p>

There is an unknown old tree

It remains the same year after year in the midst of aging

It is dry, green and dry again

I don’t know anything about its experience

I can’t describe its temperament

Its leaves fall in my impression

It’s just Everything was blurry

But on the day I said goodbye to my hometown

I suddenly noticed this old tree

It seemed to be staring at me blankly

But I didn’t want to look back when I said goodbye

It never said goodbye or cried

It never gave me any instructions.

Farewell, it never gave me a step

Just took away its pain

took away its affectionate blessings

But I found out later

It also took away a lot of my thoughts about it

Whenever I am lonely

I always think of this old tree

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Reminds me of my childhood when I had no worries

I have always been sheltered by its green shade

How much silent pain is contained in this silent old tree

But it is a treasure in my memory

It always comforts me and prevents me from being lonely

It also always gives me strength and encouragement

Article 1 : There are three sycamore trees in front of my house. My grandpa said that he planted them with his own hands when grandma got married. Now my grandparents are almost eighty, and they have changed from the energetic young people to the stumbling old people. , the sycamore tree in front of the door has also grown from a dwarf tree to a strong tree. The old tree in front of the door has witnessed the love of my grandparents, my growth, and the love that my grandparents have for me. Than Thinking of some of my female classmates, I am very happy because my grandparents do not favor boys over girls.

When I was a child, my grandfather made me a swing on the tree for me to play and taught me. I got to know all kinds of birds that make their homes in the trees. I also saw woodpeckers and owls. These are rare because they were all beaten up by some bird hunters. These people are really hateful. .On summer evenings, my grandma would take me under the tree and tell me stories. When I became sensible, grandma would talk most about the fate of rural women, telling me that I must study hard and go to big cities in the future. Grandma's words are simple. What she has always said to me since I was a child is: Rural women are pitiful if they have no knowledge. You must study hard. Now when I go to college outside, my grandma will still say this.

The old trees in front of my door let me know the change of annual rings and the passage of time. When they start to sprout green buds, I know that spring is coming. In summer, the old trees will become a shade of green and bear fruit. Many small green balls. When the leaves begin to turn yellow and fall, autumn is here. At this time, many dandelion-like things will split from the small balls and float to your face and neck, which makes people itch. Especially in late autumn. In early winter, there are only a few dead leaves swaying on the branches, and the setting sun in the distance in the evening looks like it is hanging between the branches of the trees, which makes people always feel sad. They can't help but think of Li Shangyin's poem: Sunset Infinitely good, but it’s almost dusk. 2. A tree in front of my house. Composition

A tree in front of my house. There is a tree in front of my house. It is very tall and colorful all year round. .

In spring, everything revives, and this tree grows many small leaves. Those small leaves spit out from the branches one after another, as green as jade. Basking in the sun under this tree, the spring breeze blows and the leaves make a rustling sound, which makes people feel comfortable.

In summer, those small leaves grow into big leaves, and the leaves on the big trees become thicker and greener. Now green fruits are "squeezed" out from the leaves, which are not yet mature. fruit. My friends and I took it off and threw it around. It was so fun! We just enjoy the cool here, and the birds sing lullabies for us... In autumn, the fruits are ripe and orange in color. We all go to the trees, pick the fruits, and take a bite, ha! It's really sweet.

The leaves on the trees turned yellow, and began to fall leaves and some unknown things. The autumn wind blows, giving people a cool feeling.

Winter is here, and those leaves that did not fall in autumn are strong enough to survive. No matter how heavy the snow is, how cold the weather is, or how fierce the wind is, they will work hard to survive and survive this winter. I admire them! I will study hard and when I grow up, I will plant green all over the wasteland of the earth and make the earth more beautiful! . 3. There is a tree in front of the door. Composition

There is a sycamore tree in front of my home.

There is a tall sycamore tree in front of my home. It is more than 20 years old. The leaf resembles a maple leaf, and the tree pole requires two adults to hold it.

In spring, hundreds of birds are chirping, and the sycamore trees are blooming with young leaves. They have just arrived in this strange and curious world.

In the summer, the sun is scorching and shining on the earth. People have to constantly send water to the big trees to help them spend the summer.

In autumn, the leaves bid farewell to the big tree mother, and the big tree watched the children leave with tears in their eyes.

In winter, there is heavy snow, and Dashu’s mother is asleep. He will face a brand new world again.

This sycamore tree has a tenacious life. It faced ups and downs and finally grew into a big tree. 4. A 600-word essay on the old locust tree in front of the door

There is an old locust tree on the roadside in front of my house.

The locust tree is not tall, but its branches are thick and stretch out in all directions and far away. Every early spring, a dense layer of buds sprouts from the locust tree, peeking out. The sunshine and rain in spring moisten the locust tree. It doesn't take long for the locust tree to sprout dense leaves, and the buds bloom into smiling faces and turn into white flower buds.

I like the old locust trees in summer best: the dense leaves are shiny green, the locust flowers are crowded together, a breeze blows, and the small white locust flowers are reluctant to leave. Leaving the old locust tree, it was like a goddess scattering flowers, and like a group of butterflies dancing.

The air is filled with the fragrance of locust flowers. Miss Xia screamed: "Ah! Who knocked over my perfume bottle."

Under the locust tree, an old man set up a wicker chair and lay leisurely on the wicker chair listening to the radio. . The locust flowers fell on the old man's body, but the kitten next to him didn't want to do it. He jumped into the air and caught the locust flowers in the air!

At night, the moon rises in the sky, and the silver moonlight sifts down from the gaps between the leaves and locust flowers. carpet. Leisurely men and women came around in small groups and sat under the trees. The cool breeze was blowing, the fragrance of flowers was blowing, and fireflies were weaving dreams. Suddenly, a man lighted a cigarette, took two puffs, puffed out the clouds, and reported the overseas news of the day. Important events in the country caused heated discussions among the people, some were worried, some were happy, some were sad, some were sighing, some were dancing, some were blushing, some were shaking their heads in confusion, some were marveling. For a long time, the moon was hidden in the western mountains, the clear light gradually faded, and lights were everywhere. There was no one, only to realize that it was late at night, and everyone returned home, leaving only an old locust tree.

Some people praise the gracefulness of willows, others praise the evergreenness of pine trees all year round, but I only love the summer passion of old locust trees! 5. Composition on the big tree in front of my house

The big tree in front of my house is full of life and brings us a lot of convenience.

In spring, a season when all things come to life, the big tree in front of my house begins to sprout. The small buds on the branches are props for us to play games: we often pick some buds and throw them away as handkerchiefs. . Every time everyone fails to respond, it is us who remind him/her.

Sometimes, we will compete to see who has more juice in the dregs, so we need to use the sprouts. Because the buds are good at scumming, but the ones that are difficult to scum are not good at scumming.

Summer is a scorching season. We often enjoy the coolness under the shade of trees.

Grandpas and grandmas will tell us their stories that we are tired of hearing. We didn’t want to hear it anymore, so we just played games together.

The mulberry fruits on the mulberry trees are also ripe. We sometimes climb to the trees to pick mulberry fruits to eat. In autumn, a harvest season, the leaves of the big trees fall off, and a tree called the honey locust tree matures.

After we went out to play, our hands were covered with germs. At this time, our parents would go to the honey locust tree to get a few honey locusts, and then come back and put them in the water for us to wash our hands.

Just rub your hands a few times and the bacteria on your hands will be gone. As for other trees, we will pick up their fallen leaves and take them home to play with.

Especially Maple Leaf, we like to compete with them. Whoever looks better will be rewarded. Winter is a cold season.

We looked at the white trees and smiled happily. Big trees are really good, and their benefits are countless.

6. An essay about big trees

There is a big tree in front of my house. The tall trunk supports a huge crown, and the thick roots are deeply rooted in the soil. No matter it is windy or rainy, it will Standing majestically in the courtyard, the grass next to the tree is like his child, nestling next to the big tree. The big tree in spring seems a bit inferior amidst the blooming flowers. Some of the flowers in the flower bed are white. Some are yellow, some are red... each one looks more beautiful than the other, but I still like the big green tree the most. Look at the hooked branches, which seem to be fashionable curls, and the light green leaves are like palms. Swaying up and down in the breeze, you can clearly see the lines of the leaves in the sunlight. If you touch it with your hands, its rough bark seems to be its wrinkles. I should also call him "Grandpa Tree". The big tree in summer, its dense crown seems like a big umbrella holding up the sun, the cicadas on the branches, the laughter of the children under the tree. Look! The big tree "smiled". Without any regrets, he used his tall body to protect people who needed him from the sun and summer heat. Looking at the tall and majestic look of the big tree, I couldn't help but give him a team salute. The great autumn day The tree looks extraordinarily gorgeous. Its green leaves turned yellow. When did the big tree dye its "hair" yellow? Looking at the golden leaves of the big tree, I imagined the beauty of autumn. Turning around, it fell into my hands. I picked up the leaves and looked at them carefully. There was still a little green on them, ah! This must be a letter from the tree. I want to keep it in the book. Winter is coming, and I think it will be very cold this winter. I don’t know what the big tree will look like then. But I believe that the big tree will grow in the cold. Standing tall and straight in the wind, proud of the snow and wind, waiting for the arrival of warm spring. 7. An 800-word composition narrative about the tree in front of my house

There is a pomegranate tree in front of my house. It is not tall and mighty; it is not "proud";

It is humble. .

In front of my house is a beautiful place: there is a square pond of about 20 acres. Next to the square pond

there is a large grassland, and thousands of small flowers are smiling beside the grassland. But there is a pomegranate tree

standing in the center. My parents want to move this pomegranate tree to someone else's house, but I don't want to move the tree. It's because...

In spring, big red flowers bloom on the pomegranate tree, which are beautiful and elegant. The bright red flowers

sometimes hide little bees and bugs, and the flowers and plants next to them make the pomegranate tree

very beautiful.

In summer, "little lanterns" grow on the pomegranate tree. When the wind blows, the "little lanterns"

will sway. All kinds of flowers and plants are gone, but the pomegranate tree still has its own straight and straight waist, never bending.

In autumn, big and red pomegranates grow on the pomegranate tree. Once the pomegranate is opened,

they are all plump pomegranate fruits, which look very attractive and taste sweet.

All kinds of flowers, plants and trees were withered, except for the pomegranate tree.

In the late winter, the snow fell heavily. The leaves of the pomegranate tree fell off, leaving only a few branches.

The trees were covered with snow, and the ground seemed to be covered with a strip of white. Like a blanket.

The next spring, the grass poked out its little head again, the flowers bloomed brightly, and the pomegranate tree also

grew small flowers. Even more vigorous than last year; one year taller than last year; more beautiful than last year.

I love this pomegranate tree. I want to love it, I want to protect it; I want to let it live forever.

8. Composition of "The Big Banyan Tree in Front of My House", please write 500 words

The gray-brown trunk and dark green crown are the big banyan tree at the head of our village.

In spring, the banyan tree spits out bright yellow leaves, and gradually the leaves turn from bright yellow to light green and dark green. The lush banyan tree has attracted many birds to make nests on it. The chirping birds are calling friends and singing loudly in the tree. The sound is really nice. There are countless roots hanging from the big banyan tree. The roots look like the old man's pale beard.

In summer, the sun is like a big fireball, the light is so scorching that even the dog stopped barking and hid in the shade under the steps with its long tongue hanging out, refusing to come out. At this time, the big banyan tree became our favorite place. The big banyan tree blocked us from the strong sunlight and brought us a touch of coolness in summer. We played happily under the tree. And the cicadas that make noisy and tireless calls on the tree always attract countless naughty boys to climb up the tree. They always like to catch a few cicadas and take them home, lock them in a cage and listen to their cicadas. He shouted knowingly.

In autumn, the banyan tree bears fruit, and when the wind blows, the fruits make a "clattering" sound. At this time, we gently shake the trunk, and the fruits fall down with a crackling sound. These fruits are small and have beautiful colors: green, red, and yellow. These fruits bring us a lot of happiness. Look, those naughty boys picked up these fruits and stuffed them in their pockets, and then started a "bean war" with everyone attacking with the fruits. The fruit hurts when it hits the body, so everyone always hides while hitting it, for fear of becoming the target of the fruit's attack. At this time, the place under the big banyan tree became a veritable "battlefield".

And we girls like to pick some beautiful fruits to take home, and use needles and threads to carefully string the fruits into chains. The small fruit bracelets look so beautiful on our hands.

This is the big banyan tree in our village. I love the big banyan tree in our village. 9. "Me and the Little Tree in Front of the Door" Composition

The tree in front of the door. There is a tree in front of the door. My father planted it in the small courtyard more than 20 years ago. It is very unique and unique. It is very strong and has experienced many changes. It has not moved away and has been growing vigorously, dotting the scenery of its hometown.

In summer, it protects parents from the hot sunshine, and in the spring season, it adds a little bit of bird singing for parents. Especially in the cold winter months, when other trees have withered branches and fallen leaves, and everything is desolate, it still quietly guards the courtyard, green, handsome and full of vitality.

It brings winter hope to parents, and they often lament the strength, exuberant vitality and unyielding character of the little tree. I remember that 15 years ago, when the three brothers were still studying hard, the small tree became a piece of scenery to accompany them. They silently prayed for the healthy growth of the small tree. No matter the wind, rain or sun, it still stood quietly in the small courtyard. growth.

In that difficult era, for three rural boys, leaving home to study was the only way out. "Study hard" is often the best medicine for my father's earnest teaching and guidance.

But in the spring and autumn of every year, it is a time when the whole family is worried. Where to raise tuition fees and where to find living expenses for the three brothers are the most arduous and sacred issues before the parents. Task. As long as it can be sold, we will sell it, and whatever we can borrow will be borrowed from others for our schooling.

The two elders endured many hardships. They did not buy clothes for several years, could not afford reverse-top leather shoes, and their father could not even afford a decent razor. That small tree was called a landscape tree at the time and could also be sold to some government agencies or schools to beautify and green the environment.

Some people also came and asked if they wanted to buy it, but my father refused to buy it. He didn’t understand why he didn’t buy it for an insignificant landscape tree. My father said: "Let it grow in the small courtyard! Maybe it can grow into a towering tree."

In just a few years, the small tree has grown taller and stronger, with branches and leaves Stretch around. The three brothers changed schools one after another in order to study. They also succeeded in their studies and each had their own careers and did what they liked.

Although the family is poor, it is happy. Every weekend or holiday, the four generations of the family live together and enjoy themselves. Outside the house, the squeaking of small trees can be heard, accompanied by bursts of birdsong. A few years ago, when our family's situation improved and we were planning to build a new house, I proposed to cut down the trees to make way for the land to build a house, but my father severely scolded me.

My father said: "In the past few years, we were so hard that we didn't sell. Now that the conditions are good, we have to cut down trees to build houses?" My father did not continue, but he firmly disagreed with cutting down or moving the land. If this is the case, The tree must die. Whenever we go to work and do our own thing, the tree is their child, carefully cared for, watered, fertilized, and carefully nurtured.

Today, the small tree has grown up, with lush branches, tall and straight, and can protect it from wind and rain. Magpies are building nests, cuckoos are singing, and cicadas are chirping. I go home occasionally, and I vaguely feel the vitality of this harmonious and peaceful courtyard. I think to myself, fortunately, I didn't cut down trees or move the land. It's really gratifying.

After so many years, the tree in front of the door is still a part of the scenery in my hometown. Never move the ground, never bow down, hold your head high, and grow upright.

On the contrary, the three brothers moved a lot and continued to do what they liked, but rarely returned home to chat with their parents about daily life and work. It seems that they believe in their children as much as they believe in the tree. There is no need to worry or worry about their children, growing up in the sun and tempering in the wind and rain.

The small tree has grown up, surpassing the height of the houses next to the small courtyard, and maybe in a few years it will grow into a towering tree, providing shade. That was a scene the whole family wanted to see.