1. "In Praise of Kapok" 600-word composition
"In Praise of Kapok"
Some people say that the four seasons show different styles, which is kapok.
Spring is the day when kapok flowers bloom. Five orange-red petals surround a dense bunch of pale yellow stamens. If you accidentally touch it with your fingertips, the light yellowish color will be stained on your hands. The tight and powerful torus has medicinal value.
In the memory box of my childhood, from March to April, there were always groups of children with bare feet picking kapok under the kapok tree. Under the sunlight, the kapok that fell from the tree remained in its original shape in the air, spinning all the way down, and then fell to the ground with a "slap", and the children rushed to pick it up. There are also some children, in the desire to get kapok, taking other children's shoes or basketballs and throwing them up. There are fallen flowers under the tree, and a lot of kapok fruits that have not yet bloomed have fallen down. The kapok hanging on the branches is still there. Beauty blooms on the branches.
In summer, kapok trees are covered with green leaves. Farewell to the flowering period, it has naturally become the kapok leaf-growing period. It started to grow light green, but as it deepened its charm, it slowly turned into emerald green, bringing out the original dark green even more.
In the hot summer, the kapok tree has also become a place for people to enjoy the shade and talk. At nightfall, groups of women holding stools, large fans, and a large push of melon seeds in their hands sat under the kapok tree, counting the troubles in their hearts one by one. In this way, under the kapok tree it became a place for women to talk.
In autumn, the autumn leaves are bleak. Pieces of pure white cotton wool fell from the trees, and some cotton threads were wrapped around the kapok branches. No matter how the autumn wind passed by, they could not fall down. But no one picked up the fallen cotton wool.
The cold autumn wind always brings about bursts of sadness. The once lively place under the tree now has no one lingering there. It was once a place for children to play, but now it no longer belongs; it was once the place where my smile was, but now it has become a sad place. Because with everything changing, kapok has become our companion in childhood. And those who accompany Kapok in his heart are no longer the group of people who once smiled under the tree.
In winter, the kapok trees are bare and cold. As winter approaches, the leaves gradually fall off, like an old man. However, it still persists through the cold winter.
Although kapok is not as beautiful as plum blossoms, blooming in the cold winter, and although kapok is not as unstained as lotus, blooming in hot summer, but, kapok, do you welcome the spring from the top of the tree? Spreading downward, spring is the season when your flowers bloom. 2. Beg on your knees
Kapok is really worthy of praise.
Although the young kapok is short, it has a beautiful figure, is covered in hard armor, and has an inviolable majesty.
Even in middle age, he still maintains a beautiful appearance. The main trunk is straight upward, and the branches are divided into sections. Each node has 5 branches, roughly forming an angle of 72 degrees to each other. The angle between the main trunk and the branches is very large, some are close to 90°, almost extending horizontally. Although the climate is suitable, it will never grow wildly. Although the branches are sparse, they are solid in quality and have a unique determination that will not easily sway in the wind. Even the flowers that bloom are few and far between. Although there are not many in number, the flowers are large and extremely gorgeous, mostly bright red, and some also orange-red. The east wind is powerless and all flowers are gone, but that does not include kapok. The kapok fell by its own weight. It fell vertically and made a sound.
The adult Kapok seems to have entered a state where he can do whatever he wants without breaking the rules. No longer maintaining its original shape, the branches are thicker and more stretched. If it coincides with the flowering season, he will look like an abbot wearing a golden cassock and possessing boundless power. He has a majestic body but a peaceful demeanor. If you think I am exaggerating, I suggest you go to *** Paradise left by Mr. Tang Shaoyi, but you should get off the car in advance and take a closer look at the two kapok trees on the street in front of *** Paradise. It's a pity that kapok trees that reach such a state are not very common. How many years of practice does it take?
I have never seen an old kapok. 3. Composition Charcoal Praise of Praise 800 words
With infinite respect and a pious attitude, I bow deeply to the teachers! "The spring silkworms will die when they die, and the candles will dry up when they turn to ashes." Teachers are selfless. They nurture the flowers of the motherland with a pious heart. "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes." Teachers are like the green grass, sacrificing themselves to make the flowers bloom!
As the saying goes: "Parents are the first teachers, and teachers are the second parents." Teachers are a great career. Regardless of the ravages of time, they have devoted themselves and worked hard to educate generations of national pillars. Their students have become prosperous, but they themselves still stick to their posts silently.
In just a few autumns of life, the teachers' temples have turned white, but their hearts for teaching and educating people will always be young; the teachers have faltered, but their steps towards a new future are still firm!
There are too many teachers like this around me, and the most unforgettable one among them is my current head teacher. She has been teaching me for two years. As the saying goes: "The road knows the horse power." "The class teacher's kindness and meticulous care for the students are deeply engraved in my heart.
For example, the school teacher promoted the public welfare text message, and the head teacher sent it to us throughout the summer vacation! The content includes encouragement for us, supervision of our learning, living habits, safety knowledge, psychological education, etc. As a class teacher, she worked hard. Although we have left the class, she is still responsible to the end. She said: "My students will always be my students, and I will be responsible to everyone to the end." I have to say that she is a A strong woman! In the field of education, she is as dedicated as a woman, and does her best. She does not seek the best, but strives to do better!
No matter which teacher, they try their best and dedicate themselves from beginning to end. They are the cutest people under the sun and they deserve praise! 4. Osmanthus Rain imitation 800-word essay
The rain came down hard, beating the osmanthus mercilessly. Clusters of osmanthus were knocked down, and the rain covered the fragrance of the osmanthus.
I walked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, picked up a sweet-scented osmanthus with branches and flowers, and brought it to my nose. A golden fragrance poured into my nose, and the rain hit my face, making me feel nothing at all. Time and space reversed. I'm back to my old self.
I called on my friends, and we came to an osmanthus tree and greedily smelled the fragrance of the osmanthus, as if we were not satisfied no matter how much we breathed. At this time, a man came up with a bad idea and said, "Let's shake the tree!" After saying that, he rushed up and shook the tree. At this time, small yellow flowers fell like heavy rain.
The sweet-scented osmanthus fell lightly, and we couldn’t help being dumbfounded. We rushed up and stood on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The flowers fell on my head, shoulders, and my hands. The more we shook, the more we shook. The harder we work, the harder the sweet-scented osmanthus rain falls, but we have no idea that there are very few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the trees, leaving only the solitary branches and green leaves.
There was a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground, but the golden and petite sweet-scented osmanthus could no longer be seen on the tree. The fragrance of the flowers on the ground seemed to have faded. We stepped back step by step and looked at this common tree. I felt very ashamed of the ordinary tree. I thought: Although we have gained happiness, we will never see sweet-scented osmanthus again. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head. At this time, it began to drizzle, and soon it soaked my hair. The rain fell down along the arc. I don't know whether it was rain or tears...
Phew~ A gust of wind blew and brought me back to reality. I threw the osmanthus in my hand back to the ground, stood up, put my hands in my pockets, and walked forward...
There are many things in my memories. It dissipated like mist, changing bit by bit with time. The childhood sweet-scented osmanthus experience washed over my heart again and again. 5. Help write an 800-word essay
Sixteen years old, I have an extra smile
Sixteen years old, a colorful season, with passionate red and sunshine The orange of fantasy, the purple of fantasy, the melancholy blue, the ignorant cyan, and more magical colors that only we understand. When we were sixteen years old, we walked together with the bright sadness, facing the sun and raising our heads. Smile.
Sixteen years old is the transitional period of adulthood. At sixteen years old, we are no longer those children who only like to play; at sixteen years old, we gradually understand what life is; At the age of sixteen, we are no longer content with the safety umbrella provided by our parents; at the age of sixteen, we gradually explore our own lives.
I remember that in the past, when we encountered something unsatisfactory or unsatisfactory, we would always blame others first. What if you put the blame on external factors and never thought about your own actions? Today, I know that blaming others has no effect, only self-reflection, self-improvement, and self-improvement. Although I don’t have the pride of Li Bai: “The Ming Dynasty spreads out to flatten the boat,” but I have learned to take it calmly and face it with a smile. < /p>
Actually, smiling is very simple, just raise the corners of your mouth slightly. Do you still remember that line? "Raise your smile and leave your worries behind." There will inevitably be "construction areas" on the road to youth, with bumps and bumps, big and small, but the key lies in the attitude you face. The journey of youth does not lie in the journey along the way. Whether the scenery is beautiful or not depends on the mood of looking at the scenery. So, please smile.
At the age of sixteen, I have an extra smile, a smile that comes from facing difficulties and ups and downs. .At the age of sixteen, we face the sun and look up and smile. 6. An 800-word essay on childlike innocence and a copy of it
It’s incredible to think about it now! I have never been interested in long novels, but for the first time I finished reading the 486-page "The Naughty Little Horse Tiao". This work is humorous, fun, and reflects the psychology of modern children. It strives to bring back the open and playful nature of our children and stretch our childlike innocence that has not been released for a long time.
The protagonist in the book, Ma Xiaotiao, is a daring, kind-hearted little boy who loves to use his brain.
He embodies the characteristics of a child who keeps making mistakes and constantly correcting them. It's just that he often gets into trouble and becomes a naughty bag in the eyes of teachers and classmates.
In his world, I could not see a trace of sadness, but I saw his happy figure, and saw him fighting side by side with three "iron buddies" and creating "great achievements." In his world, I had endless fantasies. For a while, I was amazed: the ugly Angel couldn't even answer the teacher's questions, but when doing brain teasers, she could answer them fluently! After a while, I was curious again: Is there really a giant Akong in the world? Is there really a house like a castle?
Turning our attention to us: in our world, in addition to the never-ending sea of ??questions and the never-ending interest classes, we are immersed in the nagging of our parents every day. "If you don't study hard, you won't be able to survive in the future" or something like that. Compared with Ma Xiaotiao, he is an eagle soaring in the blue sky, while we are just stupid birds imprisoned in a cage every day, never able to fly out, and we will never fly.
In this book, wherever there is Ma Xiaotiao, everything, every day, and every person will be wonderful, very different, and very extraordinary. And it is precisely because of this extraordinaryness that it attracted me deeply, and I finished reading this book with a mixture of sadness and joy. In this book, there are the playful dad, Ma Xiaotiao’s neighbor Angel, the squadron leader Lu Manman, the baby’s mother, the beautiful Xia Linguo... In short, wherever Ma Xiaotiao is, everyone is happy. Ordinary, every day is different.
How I wish to be another equally happy Ma Xiaotiao! Although he is naughty and has poor grades, he "jumps with the horse and laughs even if he doesn't jump"! Let us find our childlike innocence, release our childlike innocence, and be a happy "naughty bag"!