I slowly poked my head out and saw grass green and bonus. I jumped out.
I took a deep breath and felt the fragrance spread all over my body. Under grandpa's sunshine, I become stronger and stronger day by day. Day after day, spring has passed, and it will soon be summer.
One day, it rained heavily, and I quickly told Mother Dashu that Mother Dashu firmly grasped the soil with her roots. Finally, Qi Xin made concerted efforts to prevent soil erosion. People planted many trees to thank us.
I believe that if we do a good job in ecology, the earth will become the planet with the best environment. Here, Mother Dashu and I say to people, "Thank you."
2. Who has the story of a leaf? The last leaf.
It's about a girl who has tuberculosis. She is always pessimistic and thinks she is going to die. In winter, she counted the rattan leaves on the opposite wall every day, saying that when the last leaf fell, that is, when her life came to an end, she saw that the leaves were blown off by the biting cold wind, and her mood became more and more depressed. After a night of heavy rain, she thought that all the leaves would fall out, leaving only bare vines, but what he didn't expect was that there was still one. It turned out that the girl who lived with her drew a leaf on the wall on that stormy night, but the girl fell ill and died on that cold night. Very touching story.
Write a fairy tale with the theme of "a leaf" in 50 words. One evening, I was walking in the community and suddenly found some leaves lying under a camellia tree. They are crystal clear, with a green luster, like pieces of jasper. I picked up a piece and took it home as if I had found a treasure.
I studied this green leaf carefully at home and only saw that it was a flat body the size of an egg. It is covered with tiny veins, just like highways extending in all directions and criss-crossing rivers and streams. How amazing!
I touched it carefully with my hand again. The leaf surface is as smooth as a mirror, and the petiole is from thick to thin. I held my breath and watched. Suddenly, something seemed to sting my hand. "Oh, it hurts me." I couldn't help screaming. I took a closer look. It turns out that there are some jagged things on the edge of the leaves, like sharp chainsaws. From this, I remembered the story of the carpenter's grandfather Lu Ban, who invented the saw. He was also cut by a strange leaf, so he was inspired to invent the saw. It seems that nature is really our human mentor!
I can't help but put the leaves under my nose and smell them. A faint fragrance came to the nose, which was really refreshing and comfortable.
It suddenly occurred to me that it smells so good that it must be delicious. Suddenly, my mouth was watering. I tore off a small leaf and bit it in my mouth. I felt a little bitter and astringent at first. Finally, I bit out the taste of winter jujube. At that time, I felt like Li Shizhen who tasted all kinds of herbs and benefited the people!
Looking at this small leaf, I can't help thinking: "Although it is only a piece of sunshine, it will carry out photosynthesis, synthesize nutrients and give them to trees. It can also purify the air, reduce noise and beautify the environment for human beings. After the leaves fell, I gave them back to the tree as fertilizer and gave myself to the tree. The leaves are small, but the effect is not small!
Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the ancient poem: "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning them into spring mud will protect them more."
I like this beautiful and magical leaf, and I prefer that unknown and selfless leaf.
The story outline of a leaf tells us that the world is autumn, which is the foresight and wisdom of the ancients. To put it simply, autumn is just made up of thousands of fallen leaves, but the ancients are more of a state of mind and thoughts, and they can create a kind of Zen gracefully. The philosophy of the ancients was created in an instant by observing things and learning. What a clear heart they need to dig out the whole autumn from a fallen leaf.
But in modern people's life, it is not in the green fields of villages, but in reinforced concrete. The essence of commodity economy has been deeply injected into the hearts of modern people, crowding out people's leisure.
Digital life is neither passionate nor poetic. People's heartstrings only care about vanity and fame and fortune. Confused, submerged in daily necessities.
From the library, I dug up a long-forgotten collection of poems, the content of which is nothing more than a praise of singing and dancing life and a description of loneliness, but few people think about philosophy. I don't know whether it is the degradation of human knowledge-seeking ability or spiritual understanding.
Most of the fallen leaves under the tree were swept into the trash can by the ruthless broom, and there is no better home than this-in this city's land.
I wonder how many flowers fall in my dream.
How many people are no longer attached to fallen leaves, and there are no more poems in the passionate autumn. The poet's eyes have long dried up.
There is a small fish where the leaves fall.
The leaves have fallen, leaving only a wisp of fragrance.
People say that success is not achieved overnight, but it can be missed.
Legend has it that there is a cliff where the flowers fall. Cliff, desperate and steep people look at the end of the world, but they can only stop and sigh at the edge of the cliff, but the beautiful scenery can't transition on the shore. Maybe the air has no buoyancy, and the wait continues.
People say: the lives of fish and birds do not intersect. However, the beautiful word "Haitian line" is still circulating.
Magnificent lines outline infinite dreams, with a kind of expectation and some helplessness. Storms belong to the sky, while waves, tsunamis and tides belong to the ocean. They are far apart, but they are far apart.
The teacher once said that parallel lines have no intersection. Is it sentimental? In fact, the intersecting straight lines parted ways after meeting at that moment, and became silent from then on. Although their bodies have been in contact, now they are lonely but depressed. The advantage of parallel lines is to accompany you all the way, whether sad or calm.
It's sunny occasionally. The sea is a fish in the sun. So, there are birds flying in the air. Fish and birds don't meet, only waves and tides. This is a sensational moment, but calm has replaced everything. There is no reason to meet at this time. Birds can watch the graceful dance of fish, and fish can look up at the vigorous body of birds. That's enough. Eye contact may be the best confession.
Another day, the birds are still flying. But I caught a glimpse of a big fish chasing a small fish. At this moment, another flash of lightning fell from the sky. Two murderous looks burst into water at the junction of Haitian.
The fish approached the bird and flew away.
Birds are walking in the clouds. The fish is in its mouth, too.
Finally, the sea was calm and lifeless.
The waves disappeared, the singing of the sea stopped at this moment and the tears dried up.
The water in the fish was finally swallowed up by the sun. The bird has a piece of dried fish in its mouth. Birds are flying meat.
Life is still lonely, and so is sadness.
The infinite power of the night makes everyone submit to it and sleep in its arms, but some people don't, so they stay up late. They use this time to write, draw, think and work ... to continue their work during the day. So they trampled on the night and wasted the day. But people remain silent and keep repeating the same mistakes.
Nobody knows why, but nobody talks.
Perhaps silence is the best life.
5. The story of a leaf is 200 words (grade four) (1)
The story of a leaf
A long time ago, there was a big holly tree. She feels old and useless. She shouldn't have left her children. She should let them know about the world.
One day, Holly said to her children, "Honey, you can't stay with your mother all the time. You should take root all over the world by yourself!" " ""no, no, mom, we will always be by your side! "Young Hollyleaf is against it.
Holly quickly said, "honey, our holly doesn't shed leaves. If it does, it will also drop those withered ones." If we don't go around the world, our holly can't thrive elsewhere, and our family's footprint can't travel all over the country! " "ah? Mom is right, too, "Hollyleaf Jr. whispered again. "Well, mom, you must take care!" "Ok, you must be careful. Bye!"
Little Hollyleaf floated down from the mother tree. Some fall into the soil and become fertilizer for the mother of holly; Some fell on the next tree and were squeezed out by other trees; Others drift away. ...
Little Hollyleaf, who drifted far away, traveled happily. They float on the desert and think there is gold in the desert, so they want to fall. At this time, the sun came over and said to them, "children, you can't fall." If you come down here, you will die of drought! " "Most Hollyleaf, hearing this, felt that Grandpa Sun was right and drifted away. But some leaves didn't listen to Grandpa Sun's advice, so they fell down and died in the sun.
The rest of the little Hollyleaf continued to float on a stream, and they wanted to fall again. Sister Yun stopped them and said to them, "Brother Ye, don't go down, you will drown!" " "But some little Hollyleaf fell and drowned. There's only one little Hollyleaf left. He drifted to a dark place and just wanted to go down, a bug landed on him, causing him to fall into the stream. He made friends with insects, carried them on his back and drifted on the stream. He tried to go ashore several times and was blown back to the stream by the wind. It's winter and it's very cold. The bug sighed, but I didn't expect the breath to turn into glittering and translucent silk! Silk grabbed a dead branch on the shore and pulled the bug and little Hollyleaf to the shore. The weather is surprisingly cold. The bug climbed onto the fertile soil in front of them with little Hollyleaf on his back. The worm crawled very hard and gasped with fatigue. Hollyleaf quickly said, "my friend, have a rest! """No, victory is just around the corner. I can't rest! "
The bugs continued to climb, and they finally climbed to the fertile soil. The bug struggled to dig up the dirt with its mouth and carried little Hollyleaf to the small hole. They snuggled up in a small hole and fell asleep. The next year, in the place where the bug and Hollyleaf were lying, people were pleasantly surprised to find that a young holly sapling stood upright, bathed in sunshine and rain, and thrived. A butterfly danced beside it, landed on its delicate leaves from time to time, and talked to it gently, slowly and quietly. ...
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The story of a leaf
Spring has come, and the sunshine is warm and quiet, shining on the earth. The sky was polished by the spring rain, covering the earth like a sapphire.
"Hua, Hua ..."! It rained a spring rain, as if to tell me that I am going to be born!
I drill, I drill, I drill! Great, I finally saw nature, which is a hundred times more beautiful than I expected: there are a group of children chasing on the green grass slope; There are swarms of bees collecting honey on colorful flowers; The rainbow after the rain is even more touching. ...
I am a new member of Yulan family, and I am always proud of being a member of Yulan family. Because I can smell the flowers every day, whenever passers-by praise the magnolia tree, I also enjoy this honor. My friends and I have become a nest of birds, and their songs are like nature. They are engrossed in singing, what a beautiful rhyme! At this time, I think their music is superior to all the music in the world, and only birds can play it.
Three months have passed, and I am no longer a young leaf, but now I have grown into a thick and green leaf. From time to time, I am happy to see tourists smiling and taking my "sisters" home for specimens, because they love us so much and like us.
Autumn has come, and my skin color has turned yellow. I know my life is coming to an end. "Hoo-"Just then, "Sister Autumn Wind" came here to "pass by". I think after my brothers and sisters say goodbye, I will fall like a butterfly and say goodbye to my home. I stayed on land for a while and then melted into the soil. I not only protected flowers and plants, but also gave the earth more nutrients. It is really "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more."
6. A good sentence to describe leaves is lush, leafy, surrounded by trees, lush, tall and straight, layered and verdant, tall and majestic vegetation, towering old trees, verdant forests, boundless forests, boundless forests, bamboo forests, Cycas, the flowering Great Wall, green corridors, bamboo forests, annual rings, pine waves and lush foliage. Deep roots, weeping willows, fragrant willows, towering branches and claws, intertwined weather and abundant snow. 1. On the campus lawn, grass sneaks out, just like putting a green military uniform on the earth; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, so you should study hard."
The surrounding scenery seems to say to me, "We all have achievements. Is there? " ? Let's race! "2. When the autumn wind blows, the" small fans "full of trees sway and make a rustling sound, which brings a trace of coolness in autumn. Some "little fans" floated down like flying yellow butterflies.
There are so many leaves on the mountain that I am dazzled. There are feathery phoenix leaves, oil-green pine needles and large tracts of magnolia leaves. 3, fluttering leisurely, fluttering leisurely, and the fallen leaves are still hovering there.
It doesn't seem to be attached to the branches, and it doesn't worry about fate, just looking for its own home. It believes that since its life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.
4. Pieces of dark green leaves fall gently in the air. I grabbed a leaf and studied it carefully. It should be a magnolia leaf, its front is green, and it feels smooth and hard, like a small shield.
There are some fine brown hairs on the back of the leaves, which are very comfortable to pull gently with your hands. 5. One bright red pomegranate flower hangs on the tree, dressing the pomegranate tree like a shy girl.
6. In summer, all leaves are dark green, and some leaves are cool when placed on the body. For example, mint grass can be put not only on your back, but also in your mouth. It feels cold and cold, and it smells of mint. It's so cool! But it is very important to soak in cold water for a few seconds. Leaves in summer can also form handfuls of big umbrellas. No wonder people like to enjoy the cool under trees in summer.
7. The leaves of poplar are a little yellow. When the autumn wind blows, poplar wobbles, as if it were old and unstable. 8. The crops are happy, because they all bear fruit, and they are all saying, "Look, how big my fruit is, and it can rank first among the crops!" "Look, my fruit is as good as yours."
The crops bear rich fruits, leaving the sweetness to people, but gradually turning yellow and getting old. 9. In autumn, the leaves are dressed in golden clothes. Imagine that if the leaves are removed, the veins can be rowed in the water like a dragon boat race. You see, the main vein in the middle is like a dragon boat, and the lateral veins on both sides are like paddles. The fine lines on the leaves are like rippling water.
Autumn leaves make a wonderful picture. 10 I like colorful maple leaves best. It is red and purple. From a distance, it looks like a fire burning the earth.
Maple leaves are shaped like claws and chubby little hands. Touch it, and you will feel how soft and smooth it is. But the edge of its leaves is a bit serrated.
1 1. Autumn leaves are really colorful, with different shapes, including red and green, green and yellow. It's fan-shaped.
Needles are thick, thin, long and short.
If you watch it carefully, you will find its unique beauty. 12, the leaves leave, is it the power of the wind, or the tree can't stay.
My longing-the return of leaves. I don't want to lose them again, maybe I didn't cherish them, maybe I couldn't keep them, maybe I couldn't protect them in trouble.
I am ashamed to be a tree with leaves. If I can save it, I will cherish it more and protect every leaf that belongs to me with my heart. 13. A stout ginkgo tree with withered leaves.
Huh? There are several Huang Die chasing and frolicking ahead, slowly drifting to the earth. I reached out my hands and caught it.
Yo, it's Ginkgo, Ginkgo's child. It looks like a fan, the original green leaves have begun to turn yellow, and the dark yellow veins are connected to the petiole.
I gently gave it a sigh of relief, and it slipped from my hand and returned to the place where it really belongs-the embrace of Mother Earth. 14. All the pomegranates are cracked, revealing pomegranate seeds like teeth, and the leaves on the top are gathered together like bows, which is more beautiful.
15, in summer, leaves grow luxuriantly, leaving no gaps. Like a parasol, it can not only shield people from the burning sun and strong sunlight, but also purify the air.
Beautify the environment and add infinite vitality to the world. 16. In late autumn, all the pomegranates on this tree cracked their mouths, as if they were blooming flowers.
17. In autumn, the leaves take off their green summer clothes and put on their golden autumn clothes. Break free from the embrace of mother tree, fall to every corner of the earth, and visit the fiery sorghum in the field; Welcome the golden corn; Go to the orchard to visit the red apples and pears in Huang Chengcheng; Go to the vegetable field to see the cabbage, tell them I'm leaving and come back next year.
18, I wandered to a maple tree in the Woods. From a distance, it seems that there is a fire burning. Seen from a close distance, it looks like a red cloud on the treetop. I came to the tree and picked a maple leaf. I see that the maple leaf has five petals, and there is a lace around each petal.
Looking at it, a picture rises in my heart: in a fish tank, a little goldfish is swimming there, swinging its big tail. At this time, I remembered a poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February."
19. A stout ginkgo tree with yellow leaves. Huh? There are several Huang Die chasing and frolicking ahead, slowly drifting to the earth.
I reached out my hands and caught it. Yo, it's Ginkgo, Ginkgo's child.
It looks like a fan, the original green leaves have begun to turn yellow, and the dark yellow veins are connected to the petiole. I walked gently towards it.
7. How to write the composition of "The Story of a Leaf" The first way: From the perspective of leaves, use anthropomorphic methods to form an article with the self-report of leaves.
The second way of writing: from the perspective of people, looking at the cycle of leaves, you can write about the leaves all year round, the life of leaves and so on
I am a leaf, a very ordinary leaf. In the eyes of others, I may be an insignificant thing, which can only be picked and torn by playful children at will, or turn yellow and fall with friends in autumn and become mud. But in our world, it is glorious. Everything in the world, the meaning of survival is dedication. I woke up on April 3 and found myself born! Everyone greeted me: "Hello, the 597th leaf, welcome to this world, I hope you will grow up healthily and become a member of our big family!" " "Oh, I am the 597th leaf on the tree this year! I replied to them: "Hello, thank you for your attention. "April 26th. Look! In just two weeks, I have grown from a tender leaf nourished by others to a truly useful leaf that can work normally and nourish the mother tree. I'm so happy! I must try my best to carry out photosynthesis, so that Mother Tree and I can become stronger! June 1 1 Today is the "vigorous growth period" of our leaves, because from today on, we will grow faster and become healthy big leaves earlier. Because the weather is getting hotter and hotter and the days are getting longer and longer, we have more and more time to make nutrients and grow. I must grow the biggest and become one of the most contributing leaves. Because this title is a symbol that you work harder than others. This is one of our most important titles. September 19 now, our mother tree has produced many fruits, and those beautiful and delicious fruits are very popular with human beings. They always come to the forest in small groups to collect their favorite fruits. Now they won't say, "This tree is so dense! "And will say:" This tree has so many fruits, so big! " "Hearing this, I am not sad, but happier, because this is not only the fruit of Mother Tree, but also our fruit. Because without our hard work, Mother Tree could not bear so many fruits. Two weeks ago, my brothers and I turned yellow one after another, and then slowly fell to the ground, ready to cover Mother Tree with a thick blanket to keep out the cold. At the award ceremony three days ago, I was honored to win the honorary title of "the most contributing leaf", so I died without regret. But this is not a real death, which can be seen as "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "all right! I want to turn into a trace of spring mud and complete my final mission in life.
8. Looking for the fable of a green leaf "The last leaf" In a community on the west side of Washington Square, the street extends outward and is divided into small "hutongs".
These hutongs make strange turns. A street sometimes crosses itself more than once.
Once a painter found that this street had an advantage: if a bill collector ran to this street and asked for money to buy paint, paper and canvas, he would suddenly find himself empty-handed and go back the same way without getting a penny! So not long after, many painters came to this antique old Greenwich village, looking for north-facing windows,18th century spire gables, Dutch attic and low rent. Then, they bought some wax wine glasses and one or two hot pots from Sixth Street, which became an "art district".
Sue and Johnsy's studio is located on the top floor of a wide and short three-story brick house. "Johnsy" is Joanna's pet name.
One of them is from Maine and the other is from California. They met at a dinner party at the "Tel Munnik House" on Eighth Street. They found that their hobbies of art, lettuce salad and fashion were very consistent, so they shared the studio.
It was in May. In June, 1 1, a cold, invisible uninvited guest called "pneumonia" by the doctor, wandered quietly in the art area, touching here and there with his cold fingers.
At the eastern end of the square, the saboteur strode swaggering and knocked down dozens of victims at once, but his steps slowed down in the maze-like narrow and mossy "hutong". Mr pneumonia is not the brave old gentleman in your mind.
A weak woman, thin and bloodless by the west wind in California, should not have been the target of this old man with short breath. However, Johnsy was hit; She lay on a painted iron bed, motionless, staring at the empty wall of the brick house opposite the Dutch small glass window.
One morning, the busy doctor raised his furry grey eyebrows and called Sue to the corridor outside. "I think her chances of recovery are only one in ten," he said, throwing the mercury column into the thermometer. "This hope is her wish to live.
Some people seem unwilling to live and like to take care of the funeral home business, which simply makes the whole medical profession powerless. Your friend decided that he would never recover.
Is there something on her mind? ""She-she hopes to paint the Bay of Naples one day. " Sue said.
"Painting? -What nonsense! Is there anything worth thinking about in her mind-for example, a man? " "man?" Sue said at the top of her lungs like playing the harmonica, "Is a man worth it-no, doctor, there is no such thing." "Can achieve all the strength to treat her.
But if my patient starts counting how many carriages will take her to the funeral, I will reduce the effect of treatment by 50%. As long as you can try to interest her in the latest style of winter coat sleeves and ask one or two questions, I can guarantee that the chances of curing her will increase from one in ten to one in five. "
After the doctor left, Sue went into the studio and cried a Japanese napkin into a paste. Later, with a drawing board in her hand, she pretended to be energetic and walked into Johnsy's room, playing jazz.
Johnsy lay, her face facing the window, her body motionless under the quilt. Sue thought she was asleep and stopped whistling at once.
She set up a drawing board and began to draw illustrations for stories in magazines. In order to pave the way for art, young painters have to draw illustrations for stories in magazines, and young writers have to pave the way for literature.
Sue was drawing a pair of fashionable breeches and glasses to show the horse show to the hero of the story, an Idaho shepherd, when she suddenly heard a deep voice repeated several times. She walked quickly to the bed.
Johnsy opened her eyes wide. She looked out of the window and counted ... backwards.
12, "she counted, paused and said," 1 1 ",then" 10 "and" 9 ",and then counted" 8 "and" 7 "almost at the same time. Sue looked out of the window with concern.
What's there to count? I saw an empty and dark yard with an empty wall of a brick house 20 feet away. An old ivy, its withered roots intertwined, and its branches climbed halfway up the brick wall.
The cold wind in autumn almost blew all the leaves off the vines, and almost only bare branches were still attached to the peeling bricks. "What, dear?" Sue asked.
"6," Johnsy almost whispered, "they are falling faster and faster now. There were nearly a hundred tablets three days ago.
My head hurts from counting. But now it's easy to count.
Another piece fell. There are only five tablets left. "
"Five dollars what ah, dear. Tell your Su Di. "
"Leaves. On the ivy.
When the last leaf falls, I should go. I knew it three days ago.
Didn't the doctor tell you? ""Well, I've never heard such a silly thing, "Sue said disapprovingly." What do those broken ivy leaves have to do with your illness? Didn't you like this tree very much before? You naughty boy. Don't be silly.
Listen, the doctor told me this morning that your chance of a quick recovery is to let me do what he says-he said it was 90% sure. Oh, that's as sure as taking a tram or walking past a new building in new york.
Have some soup and let Su Di draw her paintings, so that she can sell them to the editor, exchange money for some red wine for her sick children, and then buy herself some pigs to satisfy her hunger. ""You don't have to buy wine, "Johnsy said, staring straight out of the window." There is still one piece left.
No, I don't want soup. There are only four pieces left.
I want to wait and see the last leaf fall before dark. Then I'm going, too. "
"Johnsy, honey," Sue leaned over and said to her, "promise me to close my eyes and not look out of the window until I finish painting, okay? I must hand in these illustrations tomorrow. I need light, or I'll pull down the curtains. "
"You can't draw in that room.