Spring Tea Tree Writing Composition

1. A composition about trees in spring, primary school version, about 400 words

Trees in spring

Chuchun is a gentle-footed painter. When you When I noticed its arrival, it had already printed every corner with colors - pink, delicate yellow, snow white, and of course more green.

The tree is so beautiful! Put on new clothes by spring.

In the spring of March, there is a slight drizzle. The tea tree that has just been baptized by the severe cold is sucking the milk of spring. From the branches, a number of fat and fat tea buds bloom. They are oval in shape and the bottom of the leaves is bright red. . When you get close to it, a rich aroma is refreshing. The clusters of tea leaves look like piles of faint green clouds falling from a distance. The peach blossoms are also large and bright red, as if someone accidentally knocked over the dish containing watercolors and splashed them. You suddenly thought of the poem "The lotus petals fall before the wind, and the peach blossoms are delicate after the rain."

As winter passes and spring comes, the willow tree becomes the most faithful messenger of spring. It is the first to turn green and report the message of spring. When people are praising spring, the willow tree is so humble and honest. It is busy contributing to the life of spring in obscurity. The scene seemed like a song expressing life. The peach blossom tree next to it has pink woven gauze on the branches, with pieces of tender green leaves embedded on it. The spring girl surrounds it, it is so beautiful and beautiful!

Don’t forget the jasmine trees! Its long green hair like a girl is draped on Miss Chun's shoulders. It looks more graceful and graceful. The delicate yellow jasmine flowers are dotted on the hair.

With this color combination, Chuchun is really a perfect painter. 2. Using tea as a clue, write an essay (beginning) + content: picking tea in spring → making tea (pick first

It is the May Day holiday, and it is also a good time to pick tea. Today is At the end of spring, if I don’t pick it now, when will I be able to harvest it? On this day, I came to the fields in the mountains. Ah, there were large pieces of tea leaves, neatly arranged in rows, and they were all about the same size. And the gaps between each tea tree are so well-proportioned, like soldiers getting ready to go. From a distance, the whole mountain is covered with tea! There are so many green colors, light green and green. , emerald green, dark green... so much green is showing off in the sun, all of them are so beautiful and eye-catching, so green that it dazzles me. This green is unprecedented, it symbolizes Spring; looking forward to the children; looking forward to the future flowers of the motherland! Tea, not only looks beautiful, but also exudes a faint fragrance in the surrounding air. At this time, the mood is even more comfortable, relaxed and happy. How can we like it?

I am holding the basket and swimming in this "green" ocean. The pointed buds of the tea leaves are so tender and long! , there is still a "budding" flavor at the top. I picked the tea leaves from the top, and they were so green that my eyes were blown. My mother told me that this was the second batch of tea leaves, and the first batch was the tenderest. The best. Tea pickers have been coming here to pick tea since the Qingming Festival. This first batch of tea leaves has been released in the Mid-Spring Festival. Around the Qingming Festival, the tea leaves picked at this time are only picked at the tenderest places, and then they are carefully processed and soaked in mountain springs. The taste is extraordinary and intriguing. Good tea leaves can be sold for thousands. It’s 1 pound!

I picked and listened. I just heard a little about tea today! At this time, I kept picking a small leaf. In the mouth, there is a refreshing and refreshing feeling, and the eyes seem to be floating in the green ocean. When swallowing, I feel that wherever the tea leaves go, there is a cool taste, and there is also a little bit of bitterness. After a while, the tea leaves are gone, but there is still a slight sweetness in the mouth.

There is a lot of knowledge behind tea picking! 3. Tea composition in my hometown.

< p> My hometown is Pingli County, Ankang City, Shaanxi Province. We have many specialties here, including bacon, fragrant pears, and July peaches.

The most famous ones are tea. Among the three tea-picking seasons in autumn, spring Maojian tea is the best.

The newly grown buds are sharp and green, fragrant and sweet. Some of the tea leaves were made into tea paste, and some were made into dry tea.

The owner of the tea house fried the tea leaves in a pot, dried them, and put the dry tea in exquisite packaging. . Tea trees are planted on the terraces in the fields and mountains. The neat tea trees look like they are wearing a green sweater for Uncle Dashan.

Welcome to my hometown as a guest, if you come in spring. , no matter which one you go to, you will have a cup of hot green tea. 4. Tea trees and bamboos in autumn (composition)

Autumn Bamboo Scenery

There is a green bamboo forest next to my house. There is a stream in the forest and a small slope behind the forest. It was a natural paradise for me and my friends.

Every morning, when the faint dawn shines on the bamboo forest, the forest looks particularly beautiful. The creek splashes with clusters of water, crystal clear in the sun. Layers of mist resemble fairies walking through the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, the air is very fresh. Walking into it feels like entering a "cool world".

The "ding-dong" sound of the stream, accompanied by the "rustling" sound of bamboo leaves, formed a beautiful and melodious piece of music.

Xiao Shan woke up and yawned. A cool breeze blew from the depths of the shade, and the dewdrops woke up and blinked on the grass blades. The birds woke up and jumped around to sing the first song of dawn. It looked at me in surprise with its bright jewel-like eyes, then stretched out its powerful wings and flew out of the bamboo forest. However, today is not the same as before.

In the morning, a thick milky fog enveloped the land. The bamboo forest was also submerged in the mist. The green bamboo leaves are covered with dewdrops. As long as we shake the bamboo gently, the dewdrops will fall down, making us all wet. After a while, the fog dispersed, and the sunlight passed through the bamboo shoots like a sharp sword and shone into the bamboo forest, which became lively. The bird flew from one bamboo to that, and the bamboo woke up from its dream, showing its beautiful "hair" under the care of the sun.

At noon, tall and straight bamboos sealed the bamboo forest tightly, blocking people's sight and the blue sky. We fought "guerrilla" in the forest. When you are tired from playing, you can wash your face by the stream. How comfortable...

Night falls, the round moon climbs up the treetops, the bright moonlight shines on the bamboo forest, and the wind blows gently. The birds slept in their warm nests, and everything seemed very quiet. The entire bamboo forest also fell asleep...

Ah! My bamboo forest is like a beautiful and ever-changing picture. 5. A composition describing spring plants

Grass

Today my father took me on a spring outing, and I saw the grass sneaking its little head out of the soft soil. They bathe in the bright sunshine heartily and happily.

We came to Yanghe Lake and looked at the patches of yellow grass from a distance, which looked desolate. Some grasses were burned to ashes, and were as black as if they had been smeared with black crayons, turning the place into a black and yellow world. I came to a piece of grass that had been burned to ashes by fire. I squatted on the grass and took a closer look. There were sparse green in the ashes. Suddenly, I felt like I had discovered a new world and screamed: "Little The grass has sprouted! "Some grasses are light green all over, and some grasses have tender yellow at the corners. When the spring girl blew, the grassland dyed Mother Earth green, and the blanket was covered with Mother Earth. This is a beautiful green gauze dress given by Xiaocao to Mother Earth. It is so cute. When the black and yellow world here is set against the lake, the earth appears vibrant, adding to the charming scenery here. Looking at this piece of grass, I unknowingly thought of the poem "The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." This poem praises the tenacious vitality of the grass and its spirit of selfless dedication.

At this time, Granny Feng came here full of joy. She was angry and jealous when she saw the charming scenery here. All of a sudden, she rolled the dust on the ground into the air, and suddenly the sand from the sky was blown onto my face. , like a knife stabbing me in the face. But the grass and trees fought tenaciously to stop the wind and sand. Granny Feng had no choice but to leave angrily. If there were no grass and trees, our place would suffer soil erosion and become a desert. We should protect flowers, plants and trees and build our homes better.

We must protect flowers, plants and trees, take care of our homes, and make our homes more beautiful. 6. An essay about a spring outing (such as going to the countryside to pick tea leaves) of more than 600 words

Picking tea leaves

Right in front of my grandma’s house, there is a large Tea garden. I feel itchy when I see many people wearing straw hats woven from bamboo strips and picking tea leaves in the tea gardens. Why not try your hand at it too?

As a man, he does what he is told, carrying a bamboo basket to pick tea leaves!

When I came to the tea garden, even the smell of the surrounding air changed. The originally refreshing air slowly turned into a fragrant, bitter and slightly sweet smell, which made people feel refreshed. Feeling relaxed and happy. When I look down, the ground is almost all green, which is much cuter than the BMWs and Mercedes-Benz cars on the street!

If you search carelessly and impatiently, you will definitely not find it. In fact, the heart of the tea leaf is hidden in the green leaves, playing hide and seek with you! It is tender, small, and some are green, especially delicate.

My grandmother had a hard time picking tea leaves. She picked them during the day and in the evening. When she came back, she felt like she had gone swimming, but she only earned a few dozen yuan. So the first time I picked tea leaves, I thought: Alas, the world is so unfair today. However, as long as you pick more, he will give you more money. Thinking of this, I picked the leaves and stems together. The more I picked, the happier I became. I was happy to make more money. But when grandma looked at it, she frowned and said, "Oh, how can you do this? People won't want it!" After hearing this, I was shocked. It was hard to cry and laugh. It was really hard to laugh or cry! Alas, all I can do is peel off the leaves and remove the roots.

The second time, I know how to pick: first find the heart of the tea leaf, then pick it off with some stems, then peel off the leaves that are larger than the heart of the tea leaf, put them in the basket, and Just one real tea leaf has been picked. As time went by, I went from peeling slowly to faster and faster.

I also discovered that when peeling it off, I don’t have to use both hands to peel off the leaves awkwardly. I just need to rub them with my hands. This really echoes what my mother said: If you want to learn, you must work hard. . I still look at my grandma's basket from time to time, but I find that she picks much more than I do. I can't help but secretly admire in my heart: Grandma, you are really good!

Through picking tea leaves this time, I realized a truth: you must have three minds when doing things: patience, determination, and perseverance. In addition, I personally experienced the hard work of farmers and felt that we should cherish food even more.

Is this okay? 7. Write an essay about picking tea leaves

Today, I went to Xiawang Town to pick tea leaves with the Shaoxing Evening News reporter and my teacher. The weather was exceptionally sunny that day, and we embarked on the "Tea Picking Road" in high spirits to find the feeling of going up to the mountains to pick tea for the first time.

We came to Xiawang Town Central Primary School. After the principal there told us how to pick tea leaves, we came to the tea mountain with joy. When we arrived at the tea mountain, we were all immersed in the sea of ​​tea. The tea here is so green, as green as a piece of flawless emerald; the tea here is so fragrant, when a breeze blows, the fragrance hits your nose; the tea here is so tender, so tender that it seems like water will bubble out. .

Tea picking is new and interesting for every student. Those tea leaves sprouted long and pointed buds. I found a row of tea leaves. The tea leaves there were tender and plentiful. We picked the tea leaves enthusiastically, as if we were worried that others would snatch my tea leaves away. . Picking and picking, I didn’t care about playing and joking with my classmates, nor did I care to look up and look around at the scenery. After a while, there were already many small tender teas in my bag.

Under the scorching sun, all the students were sweating profusely. It was true: it was noon on the tea-picking day, and the sweat dripped from the tea into the soil. Who knows that the tea in the cup is all hard work! I thought: When my parents taste the fragrant tea picked by me, they will definitely think that the taste is particularly mellow and sweet! 8. In the essay, how to write about tea from hometown

My hometown is in Pingli County, Ankang City, Shaanxi Province. We have many specialties here, including bacon, fragrant pears, and July peaches.

The most famous one is tea. Among the three seasons for picking tea: spring, summer and autumn, spring Maojian tea is the best.

The newly grown buds are pointed, green, fragrant, sweet and delicious. Some of the picked tea leaves are made into tea paste, and some are made into dry tea.

The owner of the tea house fry the tea leaves in a pot, fry them dry and put the dry tea in a beautiful package. Tea trees are planted in the fields and on terraces in the mountains. The neat tea trees look like they are wearing a green sweater for Uncle Dashan.

Welcome to my hometown. If you come in spring, no matter which house you go to, you will have a cup of hot green tea. 9. An essay on picking tea leaves of about 450 words

Spring is the season when all things revive, with pleasant tranquility and freshness.

What do you think of in spring? Delicate flowers, green grass, or fluttering butterflies? As for me, the first thing that comes to mind is the mountains of green tea leaves. In the past two days, the light rain kept falling, but today it finally cleared up.

I made an appointment with my sister to pick tea leaves. As soon as I reached the foot of the mountain, I looked up at the tea mountain and saw dark green tea trees as far as the eye could see. Small dots moved slowly among the tea leaves. It turned out that they were villagers picking tea leaves.

When I got to the mountain, I looked around and saw that the tea leaves were basically dark green. At the tips of the green and shiny tea trees, there were little green tea buds exposed. They seemed to be saying: "Children, you are welcome." Come!" I looked at this beautiful scenery and wanted to merge into this green ocean right away. My sister and I competed to see who picked more.

At the beginning, I concentrated on picking tea leaves: holding the tea handle with one hand and picking the tender tea leaves with the other hand. After a while, the bottom of the small basket was covered with a layer of green.

But it didn’t take long for me to become impatient. I always pick for a while, either going to the mountain stream to pick the blooming azaleas, or catching butterflies with branches.

When my sister saw me like this, she said: "Qingqing, you must concentrate on doing things and not be half-hearted, but don't learn to fish like a kitten!" After listening to my sister's words, I couldn't help but feel ashamed, and then Pick it up quickly. Time flies so fast, I feel like I have been picking for a while, but it is already evening, and my sister is urging me to go home.

When we got home, my sister and I hurriedly sold the tea. The boss who bought the tea weighed us, and I actually picked more tea leaves than my sister. I shouted happily: "I picked more tea leaves than you, I picked more tea leaves than you."

Now In retrospect, picking tea leaves was really interesting. It not only made me appreciate the hard work, but also made me appreciate the happiness I get through labor.