The leaves of buttonwood are palm-shaped, green in color, but dense. Its trunk is thick, and some of it is thicker than my arm. Unfortunately, the bark has been cut off in some places, and there are still many bugs on the trunk. The trees were bullied by them and all went in and out. These concave and convex places form a circle and look like "big rolls"
There are also some ants crawling around the tree, "tickling it". I was watching when I suddenly heard the sound of "chirp", which startled me. Looking up, it turned out to be a bird singing on the branch. Look carefully, they are nesting!
I think: if woodpeckers can settle down in this big tree, they will definitely cure the disease of the big tree and make these pests not so rampant!
2. Tree Planting Composition Spring has arrived in the second grade, and the weather is getting warmer and warmer. The grass poked its head out unconsciously, the small flowers that bloomed early opened smiling faces, the trees grew green leaves, and the earth was covered with new green makeup.
This afternoon, the school organized us to plant trees in the nearby park. The teacher divided Xiao Ming and me into a group. I was carrying a shovel, Xiao Ming was carrying a sapling, and we found a clearing to start planting trees. Xiaoming picked up a shovel and dug a big pit, which loosened the soil. I straightened the little tree to make it grow straight, and Xiaoming cultivated it. We worked in full swing and planted it soon. Xiao Ming carried another bucket of water and watered the young tree. The little tree swallowed, as if to say, "Thank you, I will definitely make contributions to mankind when I grow up." I looked at the little tree and thought, when I grow up, I will come to see this tree again. It will become a big tree, and I will be very happy then.
Through this tree planting activity, I know to care for flowers and trees and make our world more beautiful and greener.
Everyone says flowers are beautiful, but I love pine trees.
In autumn, flowers wither, grass withers, and many trees lose their leaves. However, pine trees stretch their branches and leaves in the autumn wind and autumn rain. Its leaves are like long dark green needles, and its skin is like pieces of tape interlaced on the trunk. Bundles of needle-shaped leaves sway in the autumn wind, as if to say, "We are not afraid of the wind."
In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow. Snow and snow want to conquer pine trees, but pine trees have defeated snow and snow again and again with tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Spring has come, and the misty spring rain feeds everything like milk. The pine trees also blossomed under the nourishment of the spring rain. Small yellow flowers grow on the branches and smile against the warm spring breeze ... As long as you touch the branches with your hands, yellow-green pollen falls like smoke and slowly drifts away with the warm spring breeze.
I love pine trees, and I love their meticulous dedication. The trunk of pine trees is good wood, which can be used to make paper; The leaves of pine trees can extract volatile oil; The fat liquid of pine trees can be used as rosin and turpentine; Its branches and roots are also good fuel, which can be used as torches to illuminate people's way forward. In summer, it opens a big umbrella for people to enjoy the cool ... Although pine trees are not as beautiful and fragrant as flowers, they have no complaints for human beings even if they are smashed into pieces.
I looked at a row of pine trees in the distance and thought silently: I also want to be a person who can't overcome any difficulties, as tenacious and brave as a pine tree, and make a lifetime contribution to the people of the motherland.
4. If there is an afterlife, plant a tree, be a tree and stand in an eternal position without sadness: half in the dust and half flying in the air; Half cool, half sunny. Very silent, very proud, never dependent, never expecting.
-San Mao
I want to plant a tree. Flowering trees. There are green leaves and finely divided flowers. Growing in a remote wilderness.
I want to plant a tree and let it sway in front of my eyes and flourish in my heart.
Spring is coming, and when flowers bloom quietly on the branches, like the sun or the moon, my skirt will smell slightly fragrant. Standing under the fragrance of a tree, listening to the gentle breath of flowers, I will be gentle inside and exhale like blue.
Autumn goes, swallows go south, butterflies hide. The green leaves gradually turn yellow, quietly draw arcs along different tracks in the wind, and jump lightly from high branches. The tree is as thin as me, but it's not because it hurts spring and mourns autumn. She knows that the most beautiful thing is in her heart, not far away.
When I plant a tree, when the sun comes here, it won't set straight. She can spin and dance gracefully on the leaves, swing a few times on the swing with soft branches, and then gently jump to the ground. Every clever dance step turns into mottled light and shadow, flickering.
When I plant a tree. As the raindrops fall, there is another performance stage on which she can rest and play some cheerful notes comfortably.
When I plant a tree. Moonlight has inexhaustible stationery, and she can quietly write one lyric poem after another. The stars sat naughtily on the branches, their eyes shining, and they couldn't wait to read.
When I plant a tree. In the cold winter, the thoughts in my heart will be like fairy tales that never fade, growing clusters from cracked branches and becoming strings of wind chimes, jingling in the dust of years; Turned into a bird, singing tactfully in the branches.
I want to plant a tree. It doesn't have to be oak or kapok. Maybe it has nothing to do with love. Paulownia, clove, Sophora japonica, osmanthus, anything, flowers don't need to be bright, fragrance doesn't need to be strong, fresh and pleasant, and dark fragrance is the best.
I want to plant a tree and hang a lantern-like dream on its branches, so that all dreams will grow into the most beautiful scenery in the world with this tree. The swaying posture is a kind of beauty. Standing still is a kind of beauty. The fragrance of flowers is a kind of beauty, and the calmness of leaves is a kind of beauty.
When I am old, my figure is no longer tall and straight, my steps are no longer light, my eyes are no longer clear, and my trees are still as lush as ever. As long as a spring breeze, a spring rain and a ray of warm sunshine in spring, she can hold out a tree with flowers.
My tree, growing in the distant wilderness, is always green and fresh from one spring to another.
Many years later, there may be naughty children climbing the treetops three times and two times to catch a Xia Chan. Maybe there will be a lover coming over, holding hands affectionately and standing still, piously carving his name on the trunk, hoping to become eternal in an instant. probably ...
The snow outside the window is silent, and the ink before the case is quiet. At the moment, thinking about the next spring, is there anyone who, like me, plants a tree in his heart? Wait, wait in the morning light, count the new leaves in the light rain, which one says happiness and which one says sadness.
5. Second grade composition: Write an article with willow, sun, ant and small fish. Although it doesn't have the fragrance of flowers, the sweetness and sourness of fruits and the deliciousness of vegetables, I just like its spirit of silent dedication.
Spring blossoms and everything recovers. Willow also opened its sleeping eyes, stretched its soft branches and began to grow catkins. Catkin flies all over the sky like cotton.
After the catkins fall off, willows grow where the catkins grow ... Mao Mao dogs like caterpillars, and then germinate where Mao Mao dogs fall off. This reminds me of a poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down."
I don't know who will cut the leaves well ... the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The sultry summer came unconsciously, which is the most vigorous season for plant growth.
Willow leaves have grown long and thin, and the leaves have changed from light green to dark green. Occasionally, the breeze will blow some willow leaves into the lake, and frogs will regard it as a concert hall. Ants use them as playgrounds; Small fish use it as a sun umbrella ... golden autumn comes quietly. At this time, it is the harvest season.
But this is also the saddest season for flowers and trees, because their leaves begin to fall off. Liu reluctantly waved goodbye to Liu's mother.
Pieces of willow leaves floated in the air, fell to the ground and landed in the lake. Leaves floating in the air are like beautiful butterflies; Leaves that fall on the earth and the lake are like a golden quilt on the earth and the lake.
But it's not a pity that the leaves are gone. They can be used as fertilizer for willows next year. The cold winter is coming, and the biting wind makes people tremble.
Although there are no green leaves, the willow still stands in the snow, waiting for the next year to take root and sprout.
6. I am very happy recently, and I have made new friends. It was a sunny morning, my mother took me to the park to play, and the grass poked its curious head out of the ground as if looking at something. My mother said to me, "Son, if you can take the ball off that tree, I will buy you an ice cream." I think it's just a tree, so low. I was surprised to find that this tree is so tall, twice as tall as mine. I think it's just a tree. I'm a monkey, and I'm sure I can climb it. I started climbing and finally climbed for a long time. I was so happy that I lost the ball. Suddenly, I heard someone calling, "Oh, hey, where did you get the ball? What a nuisance. " I may have to pay medical bills. I quickly climbed down from the tree, only to see the man who just hit me say, "Did you throw that ball?"? You're really great. You just met a bag bitten by a mosquito. You see, it doesn't itch now. However, I have a bag on my head that is bigger than the original one. " After listening to her words, I immediately smiled and said:
7. The second grade of primary school, the second volume is excellent. Look at the pictures and write the words. Unit 1 How to write about planting trees? The spring breeze dispersed Grandpa Dong and ushered in Miss Chun.
Miss Chun pointed with her hand, the river thawed, the grass turned green and the willows sprouted. Spring is a good time for everything to grow.
Today is Arbor Day, and Fangfang is planting trees on the grass. She first dug a hole in the ground with a shovel, and then carefully put the saplings in the hole. Then, she used a shovel to evenly cultivate the soil around the roots.
At this time, she remembered her mother's words again: "Little trees should drink water!" " So she called a basin of water and poured it on the roots. Fangfang clapped her hands and smiled happily when the young trees were planted.
At this time, butterflies also flew over to join in the fun. It dances around the small trees, as if to say, "Small trees grow fast and grow into big trees to enjoy the cool." The little tree seemed to understand and nodded with a smile and a breeze.