In order to highlight the dark green trunk, I remember I tried my best to outline the key points deeply. You see, more than a dozen rhizomes are scattered in all directions, and the closer to the top, the lighter the color of the protruding stems. At the top, it is almost impossible to tell who is dark and who is light in the color of stems and leaves. Those light green leaves are deep down from the stem, and the leaves are semicircular, like a sector, and the edges of the leaves are irregular, like small serrations. There is a purple color on the newly grown leaves. I can vaguely see strange yellow flowers on the old leaves. There are clusters of flowers, some in clusters of four or five, and some in clusters of six or seven. From a distance, they look like little pink hydrangeas hanging from branches. Looking at these beautiful flowers, I think that's why we call them "hydrangeas"!
The pale pink flowers are full of bones. Some blooming flowers are getting bigger and bigger, and the color is gradually changing from pink to red, which makes people reluctant to leave.
Another feature of hydrangea is that it gives off an unpleasant smell when touched by hand. I think this is a measure it uses to protect itself. Warn people not to pick flowers and touch leaves! However, although it stinks, I still like it for so many years. When I opened this diary, it still appeared in front of my eyes so beautifully.
Beautiful hydrangea!
There are many plants in my yard, such as cordate telosma, pomegranate, jasmine, lily and so on. Among the many flowers, my favorite is the lush hydrangea.
In spring, everything is revived, and the flowers in the yard are all dressed up, competing for beauty there, waiting for praise from others, while hydrangeas only open their thick palms there and bask in the sun. When summer comes, many flowers are old and become the quilts of the natives.
On the other hand, hydrangea has become a beautiful "flower", but it is full of vitality and color to decorate this hot summer. Hydrangea is a united family. Although it is small, it has only four petals.
But it is never lonely, because there are twenty or thirty partners around it, and the hydrangeas are all clusters. Hydrangea has several colors, yellow, pink, red, blue and purple ... A cluster of flowers also has at least two colors.
They are always waiting together, and no one is willing to leave. When the storm came, heavy raindrops pounded violently, and the wind roared, many trees bent down, but hydrangea stood tall and straight, like a soldier on guard.
You say, can I not like such colorful hydrangeas? .
The diary of foreign hydrangea in our classroom has been changed to 350 words. When I went to school today, I saw hydrangea-like flowers as soon as I entered the school gate. I ran quickly to the east garden of the campus.
Hydrangeas have blossomed a lot. The leaves are dense, like pieces of green jade.
White hydrangeas appear between these emeralds. Some just spread out a few petals, some petals are all spread out, like small horns, and some flower bones seem to be full and about to burst.
There are so many white hydrangeas, each with its own posture. Look at this. It's beautiful. Look at that. If the bouquet of hydrangeas in front of us is regarded as a vivid painting, the artist's skill is really amazing! I suddenly feel like a hydrangea, dressed in white, standing in the sun.
The breeze blew and I danced, not only me, but also bunches of hydrangeas. When the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly.
Bees flew over my head and told me the results of my efforts. Butterflies landed on me, telling me the joy of flying among flowers.
It took me a long time to remember that I was not the beautiful hydrangea, but going to class in the classroom. When I came to my senses, I hurried away.
4. Write an essay on the process of making hydrangea on March 3rd, with 450 words. The annual March 3rd has arrived.
March 3rd is a traditional grand festival of Zhuang nationality. On this day, every household will kill chickens and sheep, steam glutinous rice and boil eggs.
On the morning of March 3, just before dawn, my mother had poured the steamed five-color glutinous rice into a big round basin, which was as hot as a flowerpot. I ate a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice and went to my mother's side to help her choose eggs and boil them.
Mother said, "When you cook eggs, don't burn them too hard, lest they crack in the pot." . When the water boils, you turn the eggs up and down with chopsticks to make them heated evenly, and the eggs will be safe in the pot. "
Mom said that and went to do other things. I cooked the eggs according to my mother's instructions and painted them in colorful colors. They are packed in a bamboo basket, just like a basket of colorful shells.
Do you know that the egg-touching competition on March 3 is the greatest fun for children? My sister and I picked some sharp and big eggs and ran to the entrance of the village to find a partner to have an egg-touching war.
The village partners also came to the village entrance. Some of us put eggs in our pockets and walk slowly, for fear that the eggs will "fight" in their pockets; Some put eggs in wool net bags and hang them on their chests; Some people came running excitedly, each holding an egg.
When the egg touching began, the village entrance immediately became lively, and the friends gathered in groups of three to five to touch the eggs. "pa!" An egg was broken and the crowd burst into laughter.
My sister and I took four eggs and four duck eggs and ran into our friends. As a result, we won three and lost five. We peeled off the broken eggs one by one and ate them. Little friends are also peeling eggs. You look at me, I look at you, and then wipe the eggs on your lips with hands painted in various colors and smile.
When we got home, I saw my mother put bowls of steaming fish, meat and vegetables on a table. At this time, my father smiled and brought a few bottles of good wine, and drank it with invited relatives and friends.
A table of people ate and drank happily, and laughter echoed in the room.
5. Plant Composition 300 words Summer is here, and grandma's hydrangea is very bright. There are five pots of this flower, with a small white core between them. Some of these flowers have three petals, some have four petals, and some have five petals. Together, they are like a big hydrangea. This kind of flower is pink and looks very beautiful. Hydrangea leaves are green, and when the wind blows, it makes a rustling sound. Under the sunshine, hydrangea seems to be dancing hydrangea dance, which is very beautiful!
I remember in spring, my grandmother dug out the hydrangea in a small flowerpot, then dug out the soil, dried it, put it in a big flowerpot and planted the hydrangea in the soil. Finally, water it and apply some fertilizer, and it will grow quickly. Grandma told me that hydrangeas will bloom in summer.
Now grandma's hydrangea has finally blossomed. However, my hydrangea hasn't blossomed yet, because there is a long canopy on it to shelter from rain and sun. This hydrangea has no flowers, only leaves. I water it every day, hoping it will grow and blossom as soon as possible, because I like hydrangeas.
6. Write a composition about the process of making hydrangea on March 3rd, with 450 words. The annual March 3rd has arrived.
March 3rd is a traditional grand festival of Zhuang nationality. On this day, every household will kill chickens and sheep, steam glutinous rice and boil eggs.
On the morning of March 3, just before dawn, my mother had poured the steamed five-color glutinous rice into a big round basin, which was as hot as a flowerpot. I ate a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice and went to my mother's side to help her choose eggs and boil them.
Mother said, "When you cook eggs, don't burn them too hard, lest they crack in the pot." . When the water boils, you turn the eggs up and down with chopsticks to make them heated evenly, and the eggs will be safe in the pot. "
Mom said that and went to do other things. I cooked the eggs according to my mother's instructions and painted them in colorful colors. They are packed in a bamboo basket, just like a basket of colorful shells.
Do you know that the egg-touching competition on March 3 is the greatest fun for children? My sister and I picked some sharp and big eggs and ran to the entrance of the village to find a partner to have an egg-touching war.
The village partners also came to the village entrance. Some of us put eggs in our pockets and walk slowly, for fear that the eggs will "fight" in their pockets; Some put eggs in wool net bags and hang them on their chests; Some people came running excitedly, each holding an egg.
When the egg touching began, the village entrance immediately became lively, and the friends gathered in groups of three to five to touch the eggs. "pa!" An egg was broken and the crowd burst into laughter.
My sister and I took four eggs and four duck eggs and ran into our friends. As a result, we won three and lost five. We peeled off the broken eggs one by one and ate them. Little friends are also peeling eggs. You look at me, I look at you, and then wipe the eggs on your lips with hands painted in various colors and smile.
When we got home, I saw my mother put bowls of steaming fish, meat and vegetables on a table. At this time, my father smiled and brought a few bottles of good wine, and drank it with invited relatives and friends.
A table of people ate and drank happily, and laughter echoed in the room.
7. Composition of the second day of junior high school: hydrangea praises 800 words-family affection is like water, which moistens our hearts; Love is like fire, which warms our hearts; Friendship is the wind, sometimes good and sometimes bad.
-Inscription Since I went to school and moved back to live, I never went to see my grandparents, and I never went to see her again. -Stupid. You may think, why do you choose such a name? Actually, it was named according to local customs. Because of cleverness, it is called benben. Beauty is ugly.
After reading these, everyone must be surprised. What is this custom? Actually, I was not used to it when I first went there. Before I went to kindergarten, I lived in my grandmother's house, next door to her. Benben is not only clever but also beautiful. My only friend there was her, but before I left, we had a misunderstanding, which has not been solved until now.
On that day nine years ago, we had a big fight about which flower was the most beautiful. I said hydrangea, but she said rose. Now that I think about it, it's nothing. So, I went back to my grandfather's old house to live for a while.
When I arrived, I saw a large area of hydrangea, but I was not in the mood to see it. I went straight to Benben's house. When I got to my door, I found Benben no longer lived here. I asked all over the village, but no one told me anything stupid. I am very disappointed. In the evening, I went to my talkative aunt's house for dinner. My aunt drank some wine and began to tell me stupid things. It turned out that before I left, Benben ran to the railway station to apologize to me. As a result, I was buried in the hydrangea field at the entrance of the village by a big truck on the road ... until I lost my stupidity, I knew and understood the truth that friendship is the wind, although sometimes it is.
-Postscript.
8. Write a 300-word composition with flowers, green leaves and flowerpots. There are many flowers in my yard: elegant and white magnolia and fruit-laden pomegranate flowers ... but my favorite is the vibrant sunflower.
In a corner of the yard, there are two pots of sunflowers, one is red and the other is yellow, with lush foliage and bright red branches stretching around. On days when there is no sun, the sun flowers rest quietly and close their eyes. On the day when the sun came out, they dreamed that the flowers of Guiwei Heli Glass were blooming happily. Sunflowers look unremarkable, with small leaves and petals ... although ordinary, they seem to bloom for the sun. When the sun rises, the buds of sunflower can't help blooming beautiful petals. Flowers are as big as buttons, just like small sparks. When the sun sets, the sunflower will slowly close its yellow petals and fall asleep! Sunflower is a plant that depends on sunlight. Therefore, it is a plant suitable for outdoor planting. It can only produce beautiful flowers in the sun. Therefore, it is called sunflower.
Sunflower has a strong vitality, whether in the hot sun or in the wind and rain, it is as straight as a little general.
Every plant has something to learn, and the tenacious spirit of sunflower is even more worth learning.