In life, work and study, everyone has tried to write essays. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, essays can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. Do you know how to write a good essay? Below is the composition of Liu Ye'er that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Liu Ye'er's composition 1
When talking about plants, you will mention it unconsciously - willow, soft yet strong, tenacious yet energetic.
I still remember that in early spring, willow leaves sprouted from the bare branches, and bits and pieces of fresh green stood out so vibrantly from the desolate early spring scenery. It was as if a warm current surged out from the spring branches, and then gradually flowed into my heart along the cold and fresh air in the streets and alleys. The coldness accumulated in the winter was instantly dissolved in the light green, and I felt a kind of awakening, as if my frozen soul was finally resurrected.
When I glanced across this city, I saw only a little precious and vivid color remaining on the tender wicker beside me, and I felt extremely happy: the message of the New Year has appeared here. , spring will come soon.
Occasionally, I miss the clean and beautiful snowflakes in winter. The heavy snowfalls bring countless pure white six-pointed stars to the world. They hang on the branches of the trees, making them look even more beautiful and unique. Those snowflakes always dress up the willow branches so beautifully, like dyed willow leaves, covering the abrupt branches more and more. Sometimes, when the willow branches finally can no longer bear the heavy weight, the tips bend down, and the piles of snow slowly slide down from the slightly bent branches, and so much mist falls out, Crystal clear like gauze curtains hanging in the Crystal Palace.
At this moment, the branches with slightly sprouting willow leaves swayed back and forth in the gentle spring breeze, so the bits and pieces of new green moved simply like that, transforming into a flow in front of my eyes. of green. Reflecting the slanting morning sun on the eastern horizon, from among these throbbing greens, I seem to see the green and delicious spring colors with a lush background in the near future - green trees, colorful flowers... that should What a poetic and wonderful scenery! With warmth, beauty, dreams and hopes, spring, accompanied by Liu Ye'er's figure, moves lightly with lotus steps, gradually approaching this newly awakened city.
After March, catkins are flying. Just like those heavy snowfalls in winter, the white willow flowers in the sky have finally filled all the streets and alleys. They are light and soft, fluttering in the slightly warm spring breeze, just like the light and gentle willow leaves, sticking softly to the trees. Every corner. It is said that it is the flower of the willow tree. The willow leaves are still young and lush, as if fresh green dye has not yet dried on them. Looking at the willow flowers flying wildly, they seem to be smiling calmly. They are so pleasant and elegant. .
I once remembered the primrose among the flowers, the winter jasmine, which has always been praised by millions of people just because of its primrose and its beauty. What about Liu Yeer? Isn't this the case with Liu Ye'er? If we talk about value, I think the two can be compared. The former is the spring girl among hundreds of flowers, while the latter is the leader of spring among thousands of trees. But in comparison, I think I will be more in love with the simple willow leaf. It is humble and unknown. Regardless of whether others care about itself or not, it does not ask for the slightest praise or reward from people. It just contributes silently. Silently attracting spring scenery to people, never making a fuss.
I like willow leaves and its silent charm. Of course, it is indispensable that it brings me all the warm early spring feelings. Because of the decoration of willow leaves, this spring is The world looks more flawless. Liu Yeer's composition 2
"When the moon goes, I go too, and I carry a bamboo basket for the moon..." Grandma gently patted the little cousin on the crib, and softly hummed an old nursery rhyme. The song was kind and clear, carried far away by the afternoon breeze, and circled around the green willow branches outside the window, seeming to be telling something.
The little cousin clenched his two fleshy fists tightly and waved them in the air, unwilling to fall asleep. The late spring sunlight hit his little face. It looks plush, as delicate and fresh as a willow leaf, and full of life.
The pink mouth was moist, and it squirmed funnyly, making a vague sound that no one could understand - he himself seemed to be aware of this, and he opened his mouth faster, and his eyes were like purple grapes. He was wandering around, feeling a little anxious. After a while, a line of crystal clear saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth and slid over his fat and bulging cheeks.
Grandma smiled kindly, and kept singing the tune in her mouth - it seemed that she had changed to another song - picked up a piece of snow-white gauze, and carefully wiped the place where the saliva flowed, Put it back again.
The late spring sun is not as scorching as in summer. It shines through the tall willow trees outside the window, casting speckled shadows on my grandmother’s face. The tree has lived for who knows how many years. In my vague childhood memories, it has already stood there, as tall as it is now. These two days are the days when the buds are growing, and those little buds are like The head poked out like a naughty child and grew at an alarming speed. As one month passed, the dense branches seemed to have become thicker and had a unique charm.
Grandma seemed to be sweating slightly on her forehead. I stood up and walked forward slowly, holding the cattail leaf fan and shaking it gently, and the smell of dry herbs on the fan was absorbed. We fanned out, and the calming medicinal sachets surrounded us. The little cousin gradually calmed down, placed his two little fists on both sides of his head as if surrendering, blinked his lovely eyes, and fell asleep. For a moment, all I could hear was the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the willow branches, and the small leaves on them swayed in the wind, composing the music of life.
After a while, a tiny willow leaf was blown in by the wind from the unclosed window, swirled down, and stopped just on his upturned little nose. The delicate shape , the gentle color gives people a comfortable and harmonious feeling, but grandma did not remove it for a while. Perhaps under the influence of Liu Jian'er, his cousin, who was obviously asleep, sneezed loudly and blew Liu Ye'er aside. The little guy didn't feel anything at all. He raised his fist and rubbed his nose hard, turning over. The body fell asleep again, with her pink and tender hands just pressing on it and holding it to her chest, as if she was holding a treasure.
My grandmother and I chuckled in unison. Grandma's singing continued, her gentle voice describing the prosperity and beauty of spring, and then flew out through the window, like an elf flying into the distance. I cast my gaze to the distant sky, and something deep in my heart couldn't help but be touched. Under this tranquil sunshine, so many fresh and beautiful things, in the quiet afternoon, like my little cousin and Liu Ye'er, quietly The ground is vigorous and growing... Liu Ye'er's composition 3
It's the season for Liu Ye'er to bud again.
Whenever I see the thinly curled willow leaves slowly stretching out in the warm sunshine, I can’t help but reach out and pick a piece and put it in my mouth. Chew it and slowly taste the bitter and slightly astringent taste.
Liu Yeer saved my life.
That spring, all the wild vegetables in the field were eaten up, all the dry sweet potato seedlings from the previous year were eaten up, all the elm tree bark was eaten up, and everyone was grabbing willow leaves... That year, I 8 years old.
Willow leaves are naturally most delicious when they are young. When they are old, they become bitter, hard and difficult to swallow. As soon as the willow leaves come out, they grow so fast that they can only be eaten for seven or eight days, or at most ten days.
In those days, I was the happiest person in the whole family.
Liu Yeer is up for grabs. The ones at the lower end were all snatched up by adults within a few days. They tied a sickle to a long pole, cut off all the branches with a click, and carried them home in armfuls. They pried off the willow leaves to eat and burned the branches. There's nothing you can do about it at a high place, so this is where I come in handy.
My naughty nature is already well-known. Since I was a child, I have liked to climb trees to show off my talent. Who said that this tree was too high and no one could climb it? So I flicked my feet and my shoes flew out. I climbed to the highest point like a monkey. When I climbed to the bottom, the more people at the bottom refused to let me in, the more they shouted. I climbed up to the dangerous branch, hugged the branch, and shook it so hard that my body bounced back and forth along with the branch. The people below me kept shouting and panicking, and then I slid down triumphantly. The tree comes. The family members know that even if they are scolded or slapped, they will cry in their mouths, but they will feel happy in their hearts.
My third uncle and I go to grab the leaves every day before the sun comes up and the dewdrops are still on them. After grabbing the ones nearby, move to the distance.
When Liu Zhi'er was brought home, grandma put the willow leaves into boxes or baskets, then boiled a pot of boiling water. After boiling, she took them out and soaked them in cold water. It is often necessary to soak it for a day or two, change the water three or five times, then squeeze it dry and chop it, add chopped green onion and salt, and cook it into a porridge. Sometimes you will also grab a handful of black beans and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge. A bean is so delicious in my heart. ．
Of course the most delicious thing is to use it to wrap vegetable buns, with a spoonful of oil inside. When making such a meal, the whole family only allowed me to eat freely. So I ate as hard as I could until my belly was round and round, and the thin layer of belly was almost transparent. Whenever this happens, grandma won't let me run around. She's worried that if I fall down, my paper-like belly will be torn and the intestines inside will leak out.
Thanks to those leaves, one crop was eaten up, another crop grew, another crop was eaten up, and another crop grew... In those years, how many people relied on these leaves Survive!
Regarding willow, people recite poems, paint, lament its sentimentality, and admire its variety. But I can't help but pick a piece off and chew it. Moreover, I want to tell people that it tastes bitter and slightly astringent, but it can save people. It can keep you alive if you have nothing to eat.