In my campus, I see every day those neatly side by side in the office behind the Yizi tree, they are always standing straight up, with the breeze gently swaying, among them there is a Yizi tree in particular to attract my attention, perhaps it is next to the classroom of the sake of it!
The first year in the fourth floor of the class, every day to see the top of the tree, leaves with the wind, the sound of rustling, as if with the passing of the pleasant chat. The second year of this year are in the third floor, see its part and is a different part, want to find it to talk, but also trouble it a little lower head, in order to listen to me to tell the heart. Now I have junior high school, in the second floor outside the classroom corridor, I can only have time, carried out belong to the two of us heart conversation. We have always been like this, I meditate in my heart I want to answer the words of the table, and it is always standing there quietly, listening to my heart, but also from time to time enthusiastically swaying branches, as if for me to cheer, talk to it, even if it can make me happy.
In my campus, there are many green flowers and plants and tall trees, especially the yeezee tree, whenever I feel pressure in my heart due to heavy school work, just look at it, it can make me relax. Every day that I have it with me, I have a great time. Past, present, and future, our interactions are absolutely indispensable, and we will remain friends until graduation and never change.
2. to a tree as the topic of the essayIn China, since ancient times, the educated people have attached great importance to the planting of trees, they tend to "trees" and "tree people" on a par. All the literati, love tree planting, every place, take the lead in planting trees, beautify the environment, benefit future generations, is known as a good story.
In Europe, a successful man must accomplish three things in his life: write a book, build a house, plant a tree. Later, some people interpreted this as a successful man's life must accomplish four things: build a house, plant a tree, raise a child, write a book.
As a city dweller, are you ready for the new year's Arbor Day?
If you have not solemnly planted a tree for yourself before, then please go and find a robust sapling immediately, which need not be famous, but must be tenacious. Because you are a human being, you should follow the ancient way and plant an arbor for yourself, and let your overriding ambition grow along with the tree, believing that there will always be a day when you and your lucky tree will grow together into a pillar of strength.
Arbor Day is here, let us all go and plant a tree of our own, and in the name of life.
3. Write a 200-word essay on the topic of there is such a treeIn a dense forest, all kinds of tall trees and low bushes grow. Early in the morning came, the original silence of the forest suddenly everywhere laughter, golden sunshine warm, leaves, grass and wet land fragrant nose, oriole has been laughing; pigeons also cooed endlessly; crows whistling; swallows also chirped from time to time, you can hear magpies playing with each other ...... rang a song A beautiful chorus of forest birds.
I am a little swallow, the forest has colorful flowers, green grass, leafy trees, clear streams, blue sky, I live every day with the little animals happy, happy days.
But one day, humans changed all that. It was an autumn, the weather turned cold, I have to go to the south for the winter. I'm going to spend the winter in the south, and I'm going to meet my friends, such as rabbits, squirrels, and sparrows, in the spring of next year. In the south, I kept missing my friends, thinking that they would greet my return in the spring with tender green leaves for quilts, brightly colored flowers for necklaces, and red fruits for desserts.......
By the spring of the next year, I was so eager to return that I flew back to my hometown in the north without stopping for a moment. But when I got there, everything had changed! The beautiful home is gone, the ground is only a bare tree stumps, the sky is full of yellow sand, I anxiously called my partners, but there is no sound to answer me. I was so tired and hungry that I wanted to find a tree to rest for a while, but there was no tree on the ground, no branch for me to rest on. I had to fly forward, suddenly in the sandy air, I found a small tree, I hurriedly flew to the tree, but the strange thing is that this tree has no branches, leaves, and can move, I rubbed the sandy eyes, so this is a grandpa's walking stick ah! I anxiously asked the old grandpa, "Hello! Grandpa, may I ask what happened here, where are the original woods?" The old grandfather sighed and said to me, "Last winter, someone cut down all the trees here, the gale blew the sand from the distant desert, because there is no forest to block the wind and protect the soil, resulting in frequent sandstorms here, and it is now unsuitable for human beings and animals to live, and many of them moved away, and I'm also ready to leave here."
I finally realized that this is the consequence of human beings destroying the environment, and I cried sadly. Humans have to wake up, should protect our *** with the same home, do not put the human crutch to become the last "tree" found by small animals.
4. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of treesThe association of trees
In our school, there are many different trees.
Each tree has a different shape and branches and leaves, and the same kind of tree also has its own form, just like the language of each person, although the same roots but not the same. Tree, because of the growth of different places and a variety of different, some long in the wilderness, some long in the desert slope, some long in the cliffs, some long in the water; people live in a thousand different environments, the text of the style of nature is very different. Peach trees are smiling at the spring breeze, poplar trees show all the upright and proud; willow is low-hanging introverted, the pine is since the strong and majestic ...... in our school poolside there is a tall and upright willow tree.
Whenever the light pace of spring comes to earth, everything revives. You see! The willow tree's spreads its yellow-green eyebrows under the blowing of the spring breeze. Willow tree's branch trunk is gray, the branches are growing uncountable branches and leaves, the leaves are olive-shaped, so many green leaves a piece next to a piece of growth in the branches, leaving no gap. From a distance, it looks like a girl in a green dress is looking in the mirror to dress up. It's true that "Jasper has become a high tree, ten thousand willows under the green silk tapestry. I don't know who cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze will be like scissors!
A gust of wind blew, part of the willow tree branches hanging on the water, like shaking hands with the pool, but also like nodding to the pool to thank the pool, thank you for the pool to moisturize it, so that they thrive.
The big trees along the path stood upright in the breeze, stretching out their thick arms to embrace a tree of green leaves. The leaves are dark green, tender green, dark green, far away, deep and light, interweaving a green vitality. Between the branches, a few unknown birds are happily singing the melody of spring and playing happily. Perhaps the poet Bai Juyi's words, "A few early warblers scramble for warm trees, and who's a new swallow pecking the mud of spring" is exactly the scene.
In the storm, the roots of the tree firmly rooted in the soil, they do not dare to move; in the sun when the sun is intense, the roots of the tree quickly absorbed water, they do not dare to stop; in the sandstorm, the roots of the tree firmly grasp the parched earth, they do not dare to let go, why? Because, the roots are afraid of flowers, leaves and dry children because of its hands, and can not continue to grow happily.
The tree in the campus is so lovely! It brings us endless joy and grows with us. It is a bright landscape in the school. We have to protect it, let it flourish and live long, add more color to our school.
5. Essay: Writing a tree in the campusGrass, although ordinary, small, but there is a resilient vitality; although not beautiful, but has an extremely vigorous vitality; all of this is the power of the desire for life! Grass, regardless of lightning and thunder, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All of this is the power of faith, grass desire for life, desire to survive, and then stood up again!
I strolled on the path, looking at the roadside that a tender green lush grass, into a meditation ......
Perhaps, there are a lot of people take the grass as a symbol of weakness, incompetence, that their short body can not stand a little wind and rain. However, I do not think so, because the grass in my eyes, is so tenacious, so full of vitality, and the most important point is that they themselves have the vitality and spirit!
In the spring, the grasses will open their eyes, scrambling to break out of the ground, and people share the joy and warmth brought by Miss Spring. They are scattered all over the earth, for this piece of "mother earth" to raise them to lay a green carpet ...... the millions of grasses combined to let people see the greatness of life.
Of course, the honorable place of grass is not only here, they also shine with a bright spot - the spirit of tenacity. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the sky-high trees, and no flowers as bright red and beautiful, but their spirit is enough to override all of this, enough for people to re-recognize and marvel at them.
In the storm, the tall trees were uprooted, colorful flowers have been flowers and leaves, and grass, but with a more powerful than the power of the material force to win the victory ...... and so on after the storm, the flowers and trees are changed, only the grass is still standing there, enjoying the sunshine after the rain! ...... Because of this, they can afford the great poet's sentence "wildfire can not be eliminated, the spring breeze blowing again".
I think: in the long journey of life, everyone will encounter rugged and bumpy, as long as we have the spirit of grass, the cloud of despair will eventually disperse, the flower of hope will always bloom. I will never forget that a bunch of newborn grass, but also will not forget the mother's smiling face full of expectations!
6. To "man is a tree" as the title of the essayFor a long time, I will produce a man is a tree idea, this is probably because I have a unique sentiment of the tree.
Every time I meet with a tree, I can feel that my whole soul and spirit are closely linked to the tree. My hometown is a small mountain village in the north of Hunan Province, which is a good place with bright mountains and beautiful water.
Behind my old house there is a peach blossom mountain, which is the tallest and most majestic mountain in our village, with big trees and lush greenery. The house was surrounded by a bamboo forest with a low hanging tail and a pond that reflected the green mountains and dreamed a beautiful dream all day long.
Especially in spring, the brilliant peach blossom will welcome the wind and blossom, making half of the mountain show a pink smile. My home is in the green mountains and water, bamboo forests and peach blossom embrace and cover, like a peaceful sleep in the swaddling clothes of the virgin.
The old banyan tree on the ridge of the pond is full of memories of my childhood. It is like an old man that I respect, witnessed me grow up.
That is a how lush, how thick, how green old banyan tree ah, dense branches and leaves, such as umbrella crown, strong roots, far away from the old banyan tree is like a giant umbrella open in the pond. The wind blows, the old banyan tree will gently sing a song about the hometown.
The sunlight sifted through the branches of the old banyan tree, drawing dappled and magical light and shadow on the rippling blue waves, dressing up the old hometown house in a picturesque manner. When I was a child, my father often pointed to the old banyan tree by the pond in front of the house and told me that it was planted by my great-grandfather's great-grandfather's father, and that it had been planted by your generation for 200 years! Over the years, this old banyan tree has been waiting here, like the guardian of the family, the rain can not be broken, the thunder continues to crack, the insect does not rot, unyielding, strong and resolute, it is like a warrior clad in armor, withstood the wind, rain and thunder and lightning, proudly stood in the wind, guarding the hometown of the land, and will never fall.
Every time my father said this, he always had a look of majesty and awe on his face. But at the time, I thought it was just an old banyan tree, taller and more lush than other trees.
But after all, the old banyan tree has become the sacred tree and ancestral treasure of the Xu family. It is one of the oldest, most qualified and most respected elders in our family, and has the highest honor and status in the whole family.
No one in the village dares to desecrate the old banyan tree, and if any child dares to urinate on it, he or she will be reprimanded by the parents or even roughed up. Afterward, the parents would pull the child, who was already in tears, to kneel down under the old banyan tree and bow down to the tree to ask for forgiveness and pardon.
The villagers did not dare to offend the old banyan tree, and always treated it as a bodhisattva. Whenever there is a festival, the whole family will have to enjoy some offerings of wine and meat to it first, and then release dozens of bird cannons or copper drum cannons and a dozen or so very loud electric whips.
Especially in the year of harvest, the people of the family will combine to slaughter a strong cow, as a sacrifice placed under the old banyan tree, and then put some fruits and food, and honor three incense sticks, the old banyan tree will appear more and more majestic and mysterious. In this exciting atmosphere of majesty and mystery, people pouring wine and singing toasts, while beating gongs and drums, staging their own programs, or singing and dancing around the old banyan tree, laughing and joking, as if to the village of an old birthday celebrant birthday, lively, that scene is afraid of the emperor down on the old man is also so it! When I was a child, I often sat under the old banyan tree, dry looking at the old banyan tree those sumptuous food delusion: when I grow up, if I can become a god tree, there are so many delicious food, it is a kind of how wonderful fun ah! Especially people to the old banyan tree respectfully let me have a few envy.
I even thought: if I can have the status and honor of the old banyan tree when I grow up, what a pleasure it would be.
7. to a tree, a piece of sky as the topic of writing a not less than 600 wordsIn a flash, summer has been like a beautiful but full of personality flowers, in the spring passed away at the same time, quietly bloom in the wind. The alternation of spring and summer, seemingly uneventful, however, the earth's sudden dry heat and let many people secretly angry, such as dry land, has not yet ushered in the summer rainstorm that cool and painful baptism. Many people, lingering in the spring that gentle rain, many people, looking back in the spring sun under the care of the warmth. However, there is still a good, in the summer air filled with sweet.
The trees in the mountains, the sunlight from the gap between the leaves sprinkled, intermittent, will be the woods embellished like a fairyland, fairyland dream, fairyland like tenderness. At the end of the woods, there was once a small tree less than two meters, its branches and leaves are very fragile, a tug with the hand will break, its trunk is very small, as if a storm can destroy it. From the moment it came here. I decided that it was just a "waste" of a tree. However, it kept growing, little by little. A week has passed, the height of its growth can almost be ignored, but it is still so persistent growth, but it is trying to grow up, a nightmare is quietly coming, that is - winter.
In winter, the snow flies, the former woods are dry trunks, bare branches, rotting leaves, all over the place is white snow.
The north wind howling winter, and who will think of that late fall like the yellow leaves drifting down? And who would have thought that the cold rough branches, only crystal snowflakes glittering in the daylight? In fact, I have imagined that a less than two-meter-high small tree in the cold winter hard, trying to survive the look, it is at this time, it must be in the howling howl of the north wind in the woeful swaying, perhaps soon, that is not as thick as a fist of the trunk of the tree will be the snow and wind, broken it, I hold in my heart a hint of eagerness to visit the small tree.
The result was a surprise to me, the less than two-meter-high tree survived the winter of a thousand miles of ice and snow. Its branches are sparsely green, not yet fully melted snow and ice showing a translucent appearance, they stick in the branches, the new buds set off more and more beautiful, along the root of the branch of the snow slowly sliding down, drop by drop, are sworn to the winter's passing, the advent of spring and summer, so the sky, more and more blue, clouds, more and more white; sunshine, more and more dazzling, life, more and more energetic.
Now, the tree has six meters high, the winter has passed, its green buds have been in the spring wind growth, and in the summer wind swaying, recalling the winter of the rotting branches of the withered leaves, how can not make me touched?
In a flash, I awoke from a dream, and realized what supported this tree, and this whole forest through the winter, through the wind and snow damage. It was a mixture of stubborn perseverance, weed-like temperament, unforgettable.
Through the gap between the leaves of the sunshine, so gentle, so warm, at this time, I actually think, this small tree to see the earth recovery, touch the warmth of the sun, smell refreshing flowers, but also in the comfort, right? I looked up at the tree is full of green leaves, in a trance, as if I no longer recognize that once less than two meters high tree.
I wrote it myself, please do not plagiarize!
8. Seek a title is "the heart of the tree" compositiona tree
A tree from a seed slowly grow buds, it is so weak, in the wind and rain drifting. Let the wind and rain tease. The tree gradually grew up, the leaves hardened; the leaves flourished like millions of green velvet umbrellas. This strong tree once again face the wind and rain only to shake shoulders.
The tree also fell in the lumberjack's axe; also in the fire was turned into ashes; also in their own short time due to the body of weak and die. Trees die in this way, batch after batch, week after week, for all sorts of reasons. Only it - the big, strong tree - stayed alive. It does not know how many times its leaves have been green, or how many times its rings of years have been turned, or how many times the sky has turned white. It is surrounded by birds are old and dead, only the wind is still young, whenever the wind from the tree's branches and leaves swept under, always stopping to tell it the past , so that the tree is no longer lonely, feel a warm current surging to the heart.
The tree is still growing slowly, and its skin is getting harder and harder; the leaves are getting scarcer and scarcer. In the daytime, the sun was burning, the hot sun baked the tree; at night, in the dark night, the beautiful moon never gave the tree a ray of light. The tree felt that it was the lowest, the most pitiful, the most incompetent tree in the world! How it wished it could be as popular with everyone as the newborn baby tree! The birds were tired of the tree's old age and flew to the new branches to chirp and play. The tree was left to its own devices.
One day, the workers of the engineering team came here, ready to build a neighborhood, the rest of the new branches and in a burst of axe ringing sound one by one fell. It was the turn to cut the tree. The engineers of the engineering team cut eight axes, the tree is still no damage, the uncles of the engineering team had to leave the tree as a landscape. The tree survived again.
The neighborhood was built, the old man under the tree, chatting, children playing hide-and-seek under the tree. Everyone saw the tree as their amusement park
...... Three years passed in the blink of an eye. An archaeologist came to this neighborhood and found that the tree was an ancient tree planted by Liu Che, Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, thousands of years ago, so it was enclosed. People could only look up from a distance and cast admiring glances, seeing the big tree as their ancestor. In this way the big tree became the pride of the people in the neighborhood.
From then on, the big tree understood that the value of their lives is to survive ah