1. Birds are the flowers of trees, imitation essay
We are all wearing thick cotton clothes, but some trees have lost all their leaves! Look, it’s winter! A tree that has lost all its leaves cannot be said to be ugly, but it lacks the grace of its lush branches and exposes the huge emptiness between the branches, which is always a pity. I often have the urge to put something between the branches of winter trees. I like to make everything happen from scratch. It's exciting. Winter is always so sparse and bright. Is this the real reason why we lack happiness in winter? The trees seem to have stopped growing, and we always spend the winter with a waiting mentality. If it snows, the branches of jade trees and hanging ice can make us happy. The sound of wild geese is already very far away. I feel pity for the sunshine in winter on the earth, because if the brightness and warmth of the sun do not shine on the red flowers and green leaves, wouldn’t the sunshine mean that the years are wasted? Just like us standing by and watching in front of a pile of red coals, waiting for darkness. However, some birds landed on the tree, large and small, colorful. I seemed to see a tree full of flowers! The birds were shouting and noisy. Sometimes there are three or five, scattered on the sparse branches. Sometimes it’s just one, that’s fine. A bird stands alone on a thin branch, which reminds people that the flowers on the tree also bloom first one and then a large one. Whenever I see a tree full of birds, I stop and look. Trees with birds look particularly vivid. I like these little birds flying between trees and dancing on the branches. The winter wind appears delicate and elastic because of the jumping of these little birds. They sang on the branches, and the song of a bird removed the cold stagnation of winter on the trees. Sometimes a bird sings a melodious song alone, trembling and shining, like a person reminiscing about love sipping spring tea in winter. That's wonderful. The birds on the branches are more beautiful than the real flowers. Have you ever seen a flower? Have you ever seen flowers flying from branch to branch on a tree? Have you ever seen a flower that can sing? This is a bird that recreates the vitality of winter. Birds are the flowers of trees. Someone must have discovered and said this before. Something so beautiful doesn’t wait until today to surprise someone. I stood under the trees, and what I wanted to do, the birds did for me. They literally opened flowers between branches in winter, rehearsed dances, and played music. In fact, birds are in the trees all the time, in the trees in the spring, in the trees in the summer, and in the trees in the fall. Just because there are real flowers on the trees and the swaying of the lush branches, we see more of the beauty of life, so we ignore the birds on the trees. Birds have always been flowers on trees. They are hidden among the leaves, dancing with the green leaves and singing with the spring breeze. Trees are originally homes for birds. "Two orioles sing the green willow tree." Orioles can make a willow tree more graceful. In February in the south of the Yangtze River, which tree does not have the singing and dancing of orioles? There are flowers on the trees, and birds will also fall on them. The icing on the cake is not repetition but more beauty. I think the year-round trees will thank the year-round birds. People will too. If I really think about it, I don't remember many people, but I remember a lot of birds. Because, I believe that birds are the flowers of trees, flowers in various shapes, flowers that are always blooming, flowers that are dancing, flowers that sing songs... Should we learn from a bird while admiring it? ? While I was watching Kazuki's little bird, I felt somewhat ashamed. My face is as red as peach blossoms in spring. 2. "Birds are the flowers of the trees" imitation (prose) of more than 200 words
Butterflies are the flowers of the garden
In the summer garden, all kinds of flowers compete with each other, it is so lively!
Suddenly, a beautiful flower began to tremble, and then a large number of flowers began to move one after another, and then quickly flew into the blue sky. Only then did I see clearly that the real "flowers" were some large butterflies with flapping wings. They were colorful and of different sizes, dancing freely in the sky.
They seemed to be sprinkled with petals in the sky. Even if they were blown to any corner of the sky by the wind, they refused to fall for a long time.
Compared with butterflies, even real flowers are inferior: although the flowers are beautiful, they will not dance in the air; although the flowers are gorgeous, they will not fly on the branches and leaves. Transform into various shapes. It is the butterflies that bring the garden back to life.
Flowers will fail and wither, but "pansies" will not. They will decorate a lifeless garden in an instant, and "bloom" as long as they want, and fly when they want. , dancing gracefully over the garden, making the garden appear full of life when it stops.
The colorful butterflies have fallen, and there are big peonies of different shapes, graceful narcissus, and extremely enchanting roses...
Butterflies are flowers in the garden, with various shapes. Different flowers, colorful flowers, flowers that can move and fly, flowers that are always blooming and always new... 3. Use the text "Bird" to imitate a 250-word essay describing animals
Parrot It likes to stop on big trees, with a pair of small flesh-colored paws clinging to the branches. Its color is very bright, the feathers on its head are like a yellow turban, embroidered with gray patterns, and the feathers on its back are like a light green coat. , the feathers on its abdomen are like a golden shirt. It is small and exquisite, with a curved and sharp beak under a pair of bright and flexible eyes. The parrot sings crisply and flies around the big tree. In the blink of an eye, it flies gently again. It stopped on the branch. It stared at the fruits on the tree motionlessly, preparing to bite open the shell of the seeds with its pliers-like mouth. The parrot found the target, spread its wings, flew over like an arrow, picked up the seeds, and landed on them. On the branch, I gently bit open the seed shell with the pliers, threw it aside, and ate it with relish. Only the leaves were still shaking. I really wanted to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said: "Child, parrot He is our friend. Sometimes you may think that you have helped him, but you have hurt him. Sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrot for your own love. Do you think the parrot is domesticated or should we give it freedom and let it go? What about a happy life?" After hearing what Grandpa said, my face turned red and I gave up the idea. Whenever the parrot flew over, I looked at it from a distance, hoping that it would stay on the branch for a longer time. Son. 4. An essay describing the appearance and habits of birds 200-250
One day, I was walking through the woods. Suddenly, I heard a few cute birds singing happily on the branches from time to time. , I was singing and dancing at the same time, but I was free and didn't have any worries at all. Because I was so absorbed in listening, I couldn't help clapping my little hands, and accidentally scared a group of birds away in a hurry.
These little birds are so cute, with a round little head, a fat body, and a long tail. They are very interesting. After a while, the bird came to this tree as a guest. This bird came to this tree as a guest, flying around, which made the atmosphere in the woods lively. Suddenly, it became lively again, and everyone gathered together happily, as if discussing something.
Ah! So beautiful! It's so beautiful that you won't want to leave. 5. Write a 250-word composition about spring flowers, plants and trees
I love grass. I love colorful flowers, I love tall and tall trees, but what I love most is the green grass.
The grass does not choose the land, it is home all over the world. Grass is a large and vibrant family that grows along rivers, roads and on moss.
We can see him everywhere.
But how many people care for the grass? The grass never needs our fertilization and watering, but its color dyes our city, our countryside, and my heart green with its color. In a corner of our school, there is a piece of green grass.
The grass is full of life. If you look closely, you will see that the green is tinged with a touch of yellow, and it is watery. So cute! A breeze blew by, and the grass danced gracefully again. Some stretched their shoulders, some bent down to touch the ground, and some swayed from side to side. It was really graceful.
At this time, I couldn't help but walked to the grass, squatted down, stroked their little heads, and looked at their appearance, how cute they were! Even though Xiaocao is so delicate, they will not bow down like a storm. That night, suddenly there was a heavy downpour in the sky. The rainwater, accompanied by lightning, slid down like coins as big as "five cents" and hit the windows, making bursts of "ding-dong" sounds.
At this time, I suddenly thought: Those grass in the school must also be swaying and dying! rain.
.It continued until the second night. The next day was sunny and cloudless.
I happily came to the school and arrived at a corner of the campus - the green belt. The scene in front of me stunned me: after the heavy rain, the branches were broken by the rain, and the flowers were uprooted by the rain. The grass still stands resolutely in the green belt, motionless. Although the grass is not as beautiful as the flowers and not as tall as the big trees, its vitality is so tenacious! "Wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again."