1. An essay titled I am a tree
I am a tree, and I am a tree that strives to grow.
A long time ago, I was a little seed. I followed this large group of people towards the far east, and landed on the bank of an ocean.
But the sea water never flows through my small body. One day, a little girl ran quickly to the beach and came to me.
She slowly confided: her parents were separated, her flesh and blood were separated, and she had no home. She shed helpless tears, which were bitter and astringent.
But I am different from her. I am a person. I am a tree that will grow up. I will have my own home. I will always be with my family. I will never be separated. Never. , our roots and stems are connected together, and our hearts are connected together. I was moistened by the girl's tears and burst out of the ground.
Although I am at the beach, it is not humid. The water is full of bacteria and salt, and it is terrible to drink. There is little rainfall here but more sandstorms, because the other side of me is a huge desert.
I have enough confidence and determination to protect my homeland. The special terrain here has to make me feel the great responsibility. I work harder to grow and fight against the water with extremely high salt content. There is no way, I cannot retreat. This is related to the security of a country and itself. I grew up to be three meters tall. I tightly intertwined my roots with the roots of other trees, connecting my confidence and determination.
I want to protect this land and fulfill my responsibility. I am a tree, I have a wonderful home; I am a tree, I have a firm belief; I am a tree, I have my own responsibilities. 2. Based on "I am a (tree, a cloud)
If I were a tree, let my ambition take root wildly all around, and hold on to every inch of soil; let my arms stretch as hard as I can. Stretch out, and drive away all fatigue with a lazy waist; let the leaves wave as much as they want, and with the little sunshine shining in the morning, let's dance in a circle... There will still be flowers, and at the end of autumn, there will be a hanging tree called "If" "fruits, and then let the lucky people eat them one by one, and there will be a lot less ifs from now on.
If I were a tree, no matter whether it is the scorching sun or the storm, I can always stand quietly. In the same place, you listen to the children running and playing in the rain, splashing childhood memories... You smile, throw down a green leaf and kiss the little bubbles in the rain. The bubbles smile secretly and split their mouths, forgetting who they are. At noon*** the hot sun caused the cicadas to scream non-stop, and the empty road became more and more quiet.
The occasional pedestrians covered their faces and hurried past, no one paid attention to you. When I feel lonely, I have no choice but to look up at the spotless sky and wait for the next lively rainy day. If I were a tree, I would like to stand at the intersection you pass by every day, so that I can see you every day and look at your expression. Guess. Are you having a happy day today?
Look at the girl next to you, her face is full of joy, are you jealous or a blessing? Haha, then I can give you heartless blessings. Even so, the tree will still use its body to hold a big umbrella for you on rainy days. I like rainy days, heavy rain, so that you can be by my side without an umbrella. Stay for a while.
I will also leave a place for you to cool off when the weather is hot, because if we meet more often, one day you will look up and look at me affectionately. If it were a tree, it would be more tenacious. If it were a tree, it would be calmer. If it were a tree, it would have its feet firmly planted. Digging into the ground and looking far away, I will hand over the troubles of withering to the wind, leaving behind only beautiful hopes. If it were a tree, then I would not think like this, thinking that I can still survive. What is it?
I had a dream and let my troubled heart take a nap against a majestic tree. When I turned around, I was confused as to whether it was the tree or myself, and I didn’t bother to figure it out...
3. An essay with the theme "I am a tree"
If there is an afterlife, I will be a tree and stand for eternity. There will be no postures of joy and sorrow. Half of it will be flying in the wind, and the other half will be peaceful in the soil. , half bathed in sunshine, half sprinkled with shade, so humble and so proud, never relying on and never looking for.
The word "reincarnation" always evokes all the details in my heart. If there really is reincarnation in the world, I will no longer be me in the next life, I will be a tree.
If possible, I would like to make a willow tree, and my infinite affection will fly by the Jiangnan Lake in March. I want to watch quietly, watch my friends say goodbye, fold down my soft branches, and express the reluctance and cherishment; watch the woman look back at her home, and rely on my strong bones to express her thoughts and expectations. . I want to listen quietly, listen to the clever laughter of Ling Ge, listen to Jiangnan tunes, listen to the sorrow of separation, and listen to the yellow rain of plums. I want to sing softly, just like those little songs that are no longer green and no longer bright. Little by little, they have become vast and dignified with the accumulation of years, turning the tune that makes me cry into a low voice. A poem left to others. I want to fly in the wind, take the words of the world to distant places, bring warmth and warmth to wanderers and people.
If possible, I would like to be a poplar tree and watch alone in the vast desert. My branches are withered, I don’t have the beauty of the red apricot, the fragrance of the locust flower, or the fruitfulness of the pear tree. I am just an ugly poplar tree. I have no companions. In that place full of yellow sand, travelers only occasionally walk by. Their skins are cracked, their hands and faces are dirty, but their hearts are very clean and firm. I have been learning from those brave people. My roots are dense and tough. They cling to the sand and let me face the wind and stand for eternity, twists and turns but strong. I want to be at peace in the soil, and I want to quietly guard this barren land in the desert. It is my lifelong guard.
If possible, I would like to be a small tree, facing the sun and growing vigorously. It will not be lush or dense, but pay tribute to the sun every day and watch the small flowers and grass on the ground stretch under the sunshine. Muscles and bones, showing a bright smile. So I also laughed, my green leaves opened their mouths wide, trying hard to breathe in the sunshine, becoming fuller and deeper in the sunshine. It really takes a long time to have traces of time, traces as detailed as veins. I want to bathe in the sunshine, I want to suck the nectar, and I want to grow taller and grow older together with my toddler.
If I could, I would make an ancient camphor tree, stand on both sides of the road, use my dense camphor leaves to cut large swaths of sunlight, and let down small pieces of fragmented sky. My tree trunk has the aroma of camphor wood. It may have a hole for young people to tell their secrets. It feels warm and friendly when hugged, a little like home. I want to spread the shade and bring a bright coolness to the world in the hot summer. I want the old man to take out his wicker chair in the evening, sit under me, close his eyes leisurely, and think of the glory of the past.
I want to be a tree that can be seen everywhere, so humble, yet ever-changing and so proud.
I want to be a tree, so gentle and yet so strong.
If there is an afterlife, I want to be a tree and stand for eternity, without any posture of joy or sorrow, half flying in the wind, half peaceful in the soil, half bathed in sunshine, half sprinkled with shade, so humble and so Proud, never rely on never search. 4. (Urgent
I am a big tree. As a human being, you should be like a tree, upright and unyielding, with backbone and integrity.
Trees have souls. If you put your heart close to From the tree, you can hear the tree talking to you and shouting to you, because the tree is not like grass, which can fall on both sides. It does not have its own direction of development or a firm creed in life. It can be at peace with the wind and go with the wind. .
But the tree does not. It has only one direction to develop - strong winds, severe cold and frost. This is the strength of the tree.
The growth of trees is not easy. In the days when we rely on nature for nourishment, the tree roots bear a huge responsibility. They must continue to extend deep to obtain nutrients and water.
In fact, what we often see is just the tip of the iceberg. What a huge and complex tree root network is hidden in the soil! They live and never give up. There are trees on the cliffs, in the steep valleys, in the mountains and deep valleys, and in the poisonous miasma. Their actions prove the tenacity and resistance of life.
The soul of the tree, the soul of the tree has too many connotations. They also teach how to behave.
In terms of personality, it must be like a tree. Only by achieving this can people live with dignity and value. In the long history, there are too many historical witnesses.
Su Wu, Qu Yuan, and Wen Tianxiang, they live in different eras and face various choices, but they all have one thing in common: living like a tree. Su Wu insisted on national integrity and shepherded sheep for nineteen years without surrender; Qu Yuan himself was noble and did not collude with evil forces; Wen Tianxiang was defeated and captured, and regarded death as home.
They all have the backbone of China. They are all strong-willed and unyielding, defending their own creed in life with their lives. They live like a tree.
Today's society is filled with materialistic desires and excessive wealth. In the pursuit of power and money, some people lose themselves, obsessed with the smell of money, and forget the soul of the tree.
I often think about: What makes a person successful! When I saw the tree, I understood. Everyone has different pursuits and choices, but they all lead to the same destination.
As long as you do it, you will have luxuriant knowledge, a vigorous and unyielding spirit, and a goal that will never retreat. That is a real person who "looks up to the sky and does not bow down to the earth".
The green and shiny trees told me that life is a tree, not a grass. Whether you are a true hero like Su Wu and Wen Tianxiang who will shine through the ages, or a spineless villain who is begging for mercy, all depends on yourself. Only by letting your heart live like a tree can you truly live.
5. Write an essay with the theme You are a tree
You are a tree. The child said to the tree: "I want a toy."
The tree stretched out its branches and said: "Take it." Go, and you can make toys."
The child said to the tree, "I want to sail away."
The tree held back its grief and said, "Chop me down, and then you can make toys." Let's make a boat."
So, there was only a lonely tree stump left in the lonely courtyard.
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In my In my childhood memory, you are a cypress tree, towering into the clouds, with lush branches and leaves, resolute and decisive, and will always hold up a clear sky for me. It was a rainy day, and I was careless and forgot your instructions. Being able to wait for you in the deserted campus. I bit my lip, not sure that you would find the umbrella left at home. The despair in my heart deepened little by little. At this moment, you held the umbrella to me. I walked over, holding a sky-blue umbrella above my head, like the refreshing blue sky after the rain. At this time, my angry tone sounded particularly pleasant. I watched the uneasiness in your heart dissipate immediately, leaving only full warmth and warmth. Gratitude.
In my primary school diary, you are a willow tree, with soft branches swaying gently, gentle and beautiful, just like your kind heart. It was a comprehensive practice activity, and the group was looking for I was anxious before the venue, and I also had some doubts. Other parents were treating us like enemies, would you do the same? Unexpectedly, I received your affirmative reply, with a warm voice without any hesitation. When entering the room, everyone was treated like a distinguished guest. Your easy-goingness quickly cleared away the restraint and uneasiness of the classmates. In "Hello, your mother" "Gentle." I looked at you proudly, and suddenly felt that I am so lucky to have you as my mother.
And now, you are a locust tree with a broad crown and gentleness. The trunk of the tree stood quietly beside the road I walked. Looking at my figure, my eyes were filled with relief and reluctance. I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the house to meet a new challenge. After taking a few steps, I suddenly came back I said, but when I saw your worried eyes, I was shocked: exam after exam had made me numb, but what was left for you was worry and anxiety. I gave you a bright smile: "Don't worry! I I will go well! "You smiled happily, but the concern in the clam has not changed. I packed my schoolbag and made up my mind: I will work hard no matter what, just to stop you from worrying.
Many years later, the child who was no longer a child returned to the courtyard again. The wind and frost of the years had whitened his temples, and the traces of the years were engraved into his forehead. He said to the tree: "I will not leave. I will stay here forever." The tree smiled, and beautiful flowers bloomed on the stump.
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If I were a tree, please don’t plant me in a busy place, but be sure to take me to a remote suburb, so that I can enjoy the quietness of the suburb and absorb the warmth. The sunshine, the beautiful scenery, and the symphony played by the birds, how pleasant it would be if this were the case! If I were a tree, I hope people don’t leave any words on me when they come to travel. I know you love me. But please change your approach. I am too tired, and I can no longer bear your kind of " Treat”! Please don't break my hands and feet. I still want to keep my hands and feet to provide people with shade and coolness. What's more, I can't bear to watch my "fingers" go away from me. I can't stand loneliness, just like you can't stand loneliness. Generally speaking, if I were a tree, I would often organize lively forest dances to allow animals and plants that usually cannot "show themselves" to participate. I would personally stand guard for them. I am afraid of people's curiosity. I'm afraid of people's interests. I can't bear to watch my "brothers and sisters" being killed by your ax one by one. If I were a tree, if I was a useless tree, maybe you would let it go. I.
7. Write an essay of about 1,000 words with the title "I am a tree", high school essay
If I were a tree
If I were a tree, what would I do? I intercept the flood of yellow water on the embankment of the Yellow River, because if I don't intercept the flood of yellow water, it will bring floods to the residents living around the Yellow River. I know that if I do this, Sister Huanghe will scold me,
and even hit me, but my determination will not diminish at all. I also know that my own strength is insignificant, but my brothers and sisters will also help me, Uncle Shu and Sister Hua will also help me. Unity is strength, and we will definitely be able to complete this arduous task. In this way, residents living near the Yellow River can live and work in peace and contentment.
If I were a tree, I would come to the western development zone of the motherland. Use my strong body to grasp the naughty sand tightly. I know that Sister Shazi will hate me because she can no longer dance in the air with Sister Feng. I know that Sister Sand will ask Sister Wind to attack me and blow me as hard as she can, trying to uproot me. But I will not give up, because only in this way can the development team of the motherland successfully develop the west into a beautiful and rich small town.
If I were a tree, I would swallow up all the waste gas in the world and release oxygen so that people can breathe fresh air.
If I were a tree, I would not hesitate to donate all its parts to people, allowing them to make notebooks, books, paper, wood furniture, etc.
If I were a tree, I would use my dense branches and leaves to block the fiery sun in summer, allowing people to enjoy the cool and rest under my shade.
If I were a tree, how beautiful this world would be!
If I were a tree, hearing and seeing my brothers falling down constantly, suffering the devastation and ravage of humans for a long time, I would like to say to all humans:
In nature, all creatures and animals are friends of humans. Why do humans treat their friends like this?
Is it just to satisfy the desire that you can never fill, or do you think that endlessly destroying the earth and our mother's body is something to be proud of?
We live in a space, and this space requires our joint creation to become better.
If one day, all the water sources on the earth are exhausted, the minerals are mined, all the plants have lost their vitality, and all the animals are on the verge of extinction, then, human beings, my former friend, you should do What do you think?
Can you still live alone in this world full of holes?
If I were really asked to speak to humans, I would not cry. Do you believe in tears?
We need harmonious nature, a harmonious environment, and a harmonious world on the same earth.
Why don’t we come together to maintain and protect our homes?
Don’t be stubborn and don’t add mistakes to mistakes?
Those tsunamis, floods, sandstorms, earthquakes, and blizzards are all warnings given to you by Mother Earth.
Wake up, humans, put aside your selfishness and prejudice, and let us fight to protect our common home! ! ! ! 8. Write an essay with the title "I admire a tree"
Looking at the beauty of a tree from a distance, a ginkgo tree stands there quietly.
This is a tree with vicissitudes of life, with thin branches and jagged bones. Approaching him, he stroked the rough branches, which were deeply brown. Time passed by bit by bit, and time mercilessly carved traces on the rough branches.
Standing under the tree, looking up, the withered yellow leaves are slowly falling on the branches. Several branches that are about to break are also crumbling on the branches, struggling for the last glimmer of life. With. Looking at it, I suddenly found a small tree next to the big tree.
The small tree has green branches and golden leaves. Under the sunshine, it looks full of vitality and all beautiful scenes. I thought: This may be the relationship between the big tree and the small tree! This kind of feeling makes the big tree protect the small tree from wind and rain, making the small tree grow healthier and happier; this kind of feeling makes the small tree rely on the big tree, giving the little tree a sense of security that it has never had before; Such feelings make the big tree no longer pity its love and devote all its feelings to the small tree.
This kind of emotion is great and selfless, and every big tree should be dedicated to the little tree. But Xiaoshu never thought of repaying.
A tree, the trunk is covered with traces of time; the branches are covered with small lives; countless lives are nurtured among the leaves. I stood under a tree and quietly admired the beauty of the tree.
This feeling is just like a mother's love for her children. Mothers go out early and come home late, just so that their children can eat well, wear well, and live a better life. But how do the children know their mother's good intentions?
Looking at the deep wrinkles at the corners of my mother's eyes, touching the calluses on my mother's hands caused by hard work, and then looking at the strands of white hair that my mother has grown out of worrying about us. I couldn't help but shed tears because I saw the scene of "big trees and small trees" again.