Writing a composition in the third grade is blossoming.

Some people like beautiful peonies, some people like bright roses, some people like clean and elegant magnolia, some people like quiet and gentle Clivia ... I like Pak Lei.

Snow-white pear, so pure and gorgeous, its small tender leaf buds sway slightly in the spring breeze, with clusters of flowers in the middle, yellow against the snow, which is very harmonious and particularly eye-catching. If you look at it one by one, it is like a fresh spring gushing from the ground, and flowers are like snow-white spray. If standing in the distance, it looks like a necklace made of rotten pearls, hanging around the neck of this emerging ancient city.

If Bai Lianhua is like a beautiful girl's skin, Magnolia is like flawless white jade, roses are like snow under the moon, and roses are soaked in a milk jar, then I don't want to bother to find a more appropriate metaphor to describe pear flowers. I will boldly say: "pear flower is the best and crown of all white flowers!" " I like white pear flowers.

2. The scenery of pear flower dance in the third grade composition of primary school students. The four seasons in my hometown are colorful and unforgettable. There are not only picturesque scenery here, but also fond memories of childhood.

In my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in spring. Spring is the time for everything to revive. From that moment on, everything was full of vitality. Willow buds are sprouting, the ice in the river is melting, and even swallows are flying back here from the far south. All this is so beautiful and prosperous. Almost every spring, I will go for an outing with my companions and observe the changes in my hometown.

Hot summer often makes people lazy, but we children can't be idle for a moment. We went up the mountain with friends to catch cicadas and butterflies, and when we were tired, we rested in the tree. The scenery in the forest is more beautiful. There are many kinds of birds living and multiplying, and there are many beautiful wild flowers, butterflies and bees flying in the air, singing birds and flowers.

The geese fly south, and autumn has arrived. In this harvest season, we also ran to the mountains, not for anything else, just to eat wild fruits and pick wild mushrooms. Although the earth will gradually lose its former grace, we are all very happy because we have been blessed and rewarded by the earth.

The cold winter is a white world with silver makeup everywhere and the scenery is very charming. Of course, this also creates a lively atmosphere for us. We have snowball fights and make snowmen ... The so-called "old people are not old", and even grandparents aged six or seven come out to play with us.

Although the scenery of the four seasons in my hometown is not as beautiful as the scenic spots near and far civilization, it contains many childhood feelings, which I like!

3. What colors did the pupils find for peach blossoms and pear blossoms? Spring has come, spring has finally come! Little bees began to try to collect honey; Butterflies also pay more attention to their own beauty, because all kinds of flowers are more beautiful than it, including winter jasmine, pear flower, azalea and peach blossom, which I think is the most beautiful.

I came to Xitang Taoyuan and was gloriously dyed pink by Miss Chun. It looks like a pink sea from a distance, not to mention how beautiful it is!

You see, the small and exquisite figure of peach leaves, like newly sprouted grass, is dotted around peach blossoms. Miss Chun gave the peach blossom an ornament.

Peach blossom usually has five petals, just like a beautiful butterfly, which sits quietly on the peach tree. A breeze blew, pink petals danced with the wind, and some even fell down, just like a pink rain! After the rain, there will always be a faint scent. I think: the fragrance of flowers is stored in that thin tubular stamen, right?

I love you, Taohua. Because of your beauty, bees will song for you, butterflies will dance for you, and spring will be so colorful and full of vitality!

4. Write down a beautiful scenery. On the third day holiday, my father drove and took me, my mother, my aunt, my uncle and my uncle's three children to see the pear blossoms in Dangshan! Noisy all the way, unconsciously, to Dangshan.

Unexpectedly, there was a long queue of cars on the way to Dangshan to see the pear tree king. I saw it and suggested, "Let's walk!" So, my father parked the car on the side of the road. I got out of the car quickly and breathed the air hard (I was a little carsick). The air is so fresh! On the way forward, we children play from time to time and enjoy pear and peach blossoms! About half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

After arriving at the destination, our children flew around like birds, and the adults also had excited expressions on their faces. I saw a big tree about four or five meters high appear in front of us. Because it is too old, it has been labeled as "Pear Tree God".

Looking around, it's really "a thousand trees, pears and snow, a stream of willow smoke"! Pear is white, as white as snowflake, so beautiful, simple and crystal clear! I found a ladder beside the tree, so I climbed up the tree along the ladder. After seeing it, my father handed me three red notes with different golden wishes printed on them: good health, prosperous business and safe family! I don't need my dad to tell me what to do-tie red stripes on the tree, because the branches are full of red stripes.

After tying the tie, we went to see the "Pear Tree King". No one can run as fast as me. I climbed the tree as soon as I ran. After my father took some photos of me in the tree, we walked all the way, enjoyed all the way, chatted all the way and went to the city for dinner.

We went to a restaurant called local restaurant for dinner. Because I was hungry, I ate a big bowl of rice and three Four Joy Meetballs. After dinner, each of our children ate a box of delicious tricolor ice cream.

I had a good time today. I not only enjoyed the beautiful pear blossoms, but also ate a table of delicious food. It's really cool.

5. How to write a composition about pear flowers Some people like peony with beautiful colors, some people like bright roses, some people like clean and elegant magnolia, some people like quiet and gentle Clivia ... but I like white pear flowers.

Snow-white pear, so pure and gorgeous, its small tender leaf buds sway slightly in the spring breeze, with clusters of flowers in the middle, yellow against the snow, which is very harmonious and particularly eye-catching. If you look at it one by one, it is like a fresh spring gushing from the ground, and flowers are like snow-white spray. Looking from a distance, it looks like a necklace made of rotten pearls of the Ming Dynasty (636f7079E799BEE5Baa63133339663339), hanging around the neck of this emerging ancient city.

If Bai Lianhua is like a beautiful girl's skin, Magnolia is like flawless white jade, roses are like snow under the moon, and roses are soaked in a milk jar, then I don't want to bother to find a more appropriate metaphor to describe pear flowers. I will boldly say: "pear flower is the best and crown of all white flowers!" " I like white pear flowers.

Composition 2: Pear Blossom

There is a pear tree in front of my house. In April, when the spring breeze blows, pear blossoms begin to sprout.

In less than ten days, the small green bone buds the size of rice grains turned into small flowers. A pale yellow flower with a little yellow stamen in the middle and two pale green leaves at the bottom. This is a complete pear flower.

A single pear is not necessarily beautiful, but a pear tree is different. Thousands of pear flowers make up a whole piece of snow, like Chang 'e in a plain skirt, standing in the spring breeze and dancing as soon as the breeze passes. I don't like pear flowers very much. If I like pears, it's because pears can only be eaten when they are open.

The peach blossoms in the neighbor's house have gradually withered these days. My pear blossoms are very beautiful. It rained all night in Zhejiang last night, and I saw my neighbor's peach trees in the morning, yeah! Yesterday it was pink peach blossom, but now there are few left. Sparse flowers make people feel so pitiful.

Where are the pears in front of the house? Wow, what a white silver mountain! Beads of rain dripped from the branches and petals of pear trees, but none of the petals on the ground were knocked off by the spring rain. The whole pear tree looks crystal clear and seems whiter than before. The morning light is like a pear, and Yinshan has become a golden mountain again!

A breeze blew, pear flowers trembled and swayed on the branches, and the falling water droplets splashed on the face, slipped playfully to the mouth, and licked with the tongue, which was sweet and cold.

Ah! What beautiful scenery and lovely pear blossoms! Wind and rain, you are more tenacious!

Pear flower is your ordinary flower, pregnant with gratifying harvest. Li Hua, I love you!

6. Diary of the second grade of primary school: On Saturday afternoon, the pear blossoms behind my house opened, and the sun was shining. I invited some friends to the Peach Blossom Garden to enjoy the flowers. When we came to Taoyuan, we were disappointed to find that this year's peach blossoms were not as lush as in previous years and the flowers were listless.

Later, on the way home, we suddenly saw a pile of snow next to a distant family. I thought, how can it snow now? So I came running with questions and couldn't wait to see it. It turned out to be a pear flower. Flowers are swaying in the branches, just like cute little dolls waving and smiling at us. A gust of wind blows, and the white petals are blown off and flying all over the sky. How like a flock of butterflies playing in the sky!

I have been intoxicated by these pears and said to myself, "Pear, you are so beautiful!" " "

7. How to write a composition of more than 250 words in the third year? Yesterday was still a cold winter, as if it were just overnight. Spring comes with the breeze, the willow branches are green, and Hua Er, the angel of spring, wakes up from her dream and gets up to meet this golden season.

The branches of the winter jasmine climbed green, and these new greens awakened the buds. In a blink of an eye, clusters of pale yellow fall all over the corner, forming naturally like a gorgeous flower wall. Falling flowers are everywhere under the tree, forming a bright carpet with a unique flavor. The most brilliant are peach blossom, apricot blossom and pear blossom, pink, white, large and small, with a fragrant smell and elegant fragrance. Every flower is so lovely that people can imagine.

From a distance, a tree is white, but it is still beautiful at close range. When the wind blows, the branches tilt slightly and the snow-white petals drift away with the wind. It's so cute and romantic! Where are the flowers under the tree? "Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains", what a strong flower! All the flowers are beautiful, but no one notices her in the corner, perhaps the most beautiful, but only narcissistic; Perhaps it is the most fragrant, but it just silently exudes its own fragrance.

Who is she? So inconspicuous? Yes, she is lilac. How many people ignore her and prefer to pursue roses, and how many people leave her to find the "most beautiful flower"? How many ancient poems have you sung for her? But she didn't complain. In spring, she is punctual, open and silent.

If you leave the hustle and bustle of flowers and have a look in the grass everywhere, you will find more. Maybe you will ask: What is there to see in the grass? Then you are wrong. You should draft it. You will find a few small flowers, and you will be infected by them. Look! Their branches are so thin and their flowers are so fragile, but how many are there! Few people will see them, but they are also performing their duties. I believe that if spring loses them, it will lose a lot of colors. They are the silent foil of spring.

Spring has come and all the flowers are in bloom. It is because there are so many flowers that such a colorful spring is formed. All kinds of flowers are indispensable, or spring will suddenly turn pale.

8. Huahua wrote a 200-word third-grade entry. Chapter 65438 +0: Flowers bloom, spring is here, and spring is blooming. This is really a colorful season.

When I came to the hill, I saw the branches covered with small white flowers, covering the whole tree. This is the pear on the pear tree. I came to another corner and saw the branches covered with pink flowers, which were very beautiful, as if I had put on beautiful clothes for the trees, and they looked even more beautiful and charming under the sunlight.

This is the peach blossom on the peach tree. I went to the vegetable field again and saw that the rape flowers were golden yellow. A gust of wind blew, and the rape flowers danced as if giving people a happy smile.

How beautiful spring is! There are more and more beautiful flowers waiting for you to see ... Chapter II: Flowers are blooming and autumn is here. The flowers on the windowsill are blooming. She stared at the golden chrysanthemum, filled with joy, but suddenly, her eyes dimmed. Brother, can you see it She thought. It looks out of the window. The sun is setting. Brother, why don't you come back? It was getting dark and she fell asleep. Brother, do you miss me? Yes, of course. Dude, when you left, didn't you say you'd come back when the chrysanthemums opened? But since it is full of your favorite flowers, why not come back? Xiao Ye, my dear sister, don't worry, I'll be back in a few days. Dude, don't.

No, brother.

In tears, my brother was blown away by the wind bit by bit, and even a shallow smile hung on his mouth. She tried to catch him, but she couldn't. Brother! The girl woke up from her dream. The window was blown open by the wind and the window frame jingled against the wall. The strong wind raged and scattered the chrysanthemums. The flowers fell on the balcony and were drenched by the rain. The rain filled the girl's eyes again. Chapter 3: Flowers bloom. In this sunny season, the flowers finally bloom. Look how bright, sweet and pure she smiles. God will never forget any angel again. Protagonist: Yang Gender: Female occupation: Middle school students like to play: Sleeping dictation: Stop chatting Protagonist: Gender: Male occupation: Yushu middle school students' hobbies: chatting (the same as being idle) dictation: I warn you for the * th time. We have a good mouth: we are all middle school students! (@. @) The first chapter is in Class 7, Grade 1, and there are interesting plays at any time. Chapter Four: Blooming Flowers "Plant Flowers!" Grandma said. My grandmother is a devout Buddhist, and she will probably have this belief when she is old.

The balcony at home became grandma's little Buddhist temple. There is a tall cupboard on the balcony.

There are several Buddha statues on the top floor, including Guanyin Bodhisattva, Sakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Earth Treasure Bodhisattva, Manjusri Bodhisattva, and the God of Wealth, all of which my uncle, father, aunt and uncle asked for at work. These bodhisattvas are sitting on the Buddha's platform, receiving the incense of grandma on behalf of the whole family and our thanks day by day, year by year.

There are two tables on both sides of the Buddhist platform, one is a desk, and the other is holding some Buddhist books and several boxes of spare Zen incense. Every morning, I can hear my grandmother attentively reading profound scriptures and watching her silently recite Zen incense. I don't remember whether it was the first day or the fifteenth day. Grandma went to Sheng 'an Temple again. This is a very solemn and majestic temple. The Temple of the King, Mahayana Hall of Mahayana, Guanyin Hall and other Buddhist temples are located in turn in the temple and are visited all year round.

There are many pilgrims in this temple, and my grandmother is also a frequent visitor here. Every first and fifteenth day, she will come here to worship Buddha and pray for the safety of the whole family. On that day, a young monk told her grandmother, "You'd better plant some flowers at home."

Grandma nodded after listening, but some things are too busy at ordinary times and there is always no time. It happened that one day the weather was fine and the weather was good, so my grandmother took me to the yard to transplant one or two flowers. After a period of busyness and a thousand choices, I finally got some dirt, a rose and a gardenia. Since then, grandma has more work to do, that is, take care of those flowers carefully, and her figure has appeared on the balcony for a longer time. I water the flowers all day, straighten out the flowers once or twice, and give them from time to time. Grandma grows flowers for a more important reason, and it is also because she believes in Buddhism. In a few months, it will be the birthday of the Bodhisattva, and this flower will be the flower to welcome the Buddha. Be sure that the flowers on that day must bloom and be bright and beautiful. "Jiang Jushi, what are you doing? The old nurse downstairs often asks. (layman: a man who practices with his hair) "Grow flowers!" Grandma always says with a smile. Grandma still takes care of these flowers and waters and fertilizes them. The flowers calmed down and grew taller, but they didn't bloom. The flowers were in a hurry, and they cried because there were no flowers in loneliness. Grandma is not in a hurry. She knows that people who are in a hurry are not good at spending money. After that, grandma worked harder to grow flowers. She sometimes whispers to flowers. You are a Buddha worshipper. Come on! "Bodhisattva's birthday is coming, and now only a few Kobanawa bones are lazy. I have been away for a while, but I can feel my grandmother's selfless dedication and efforts to the flowers. What a great effort! I can't help but fall into the longing for the future. When that day came, monotonous buds were bred one after another, facing the first ray of sunshine that morning, and under the long-term selfless dedication, care and love of grandma, it slowly revealed its charm. Just like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, it welcomes a fragrant new moon, and the real dragon that wakes up after a long sleep has gone from hiding to making a blockbuster. That is grandma's sweat. Shaped such a "flower with soul". Petals as transparent and delicate as water, thick green and tender flowers and leaves, one after another, are attached to the main flower branches like "pillars of heaven", giving these two worthless clay figurines a natural beauty, plus a refreshing and pleasant fragrance. It's really like the Mona Lisa in Leonardo da Vinci's works, and the moonlight inspired by Beethoven also has its unknown heart there. Looking at the crystallization of these efforts and sweat and the perfect combination of these flowers, leaves and branches, grandma smiled happily with that extraordinary happiness. Chapter 5: Blooming Flowers "Plant Flowers!" Grandma said.

My grandmother is a devout believer.

9. Write a composition about pear blossoms In March, the village of pear blossoms was covered with snowflakes, and the silver was wrapped in budding spring buds.

It is already March, and there is an indescribable tenderness in the sea of pear blossoms as jade as snow. It's already a snowy spring breeze, and thousands of trees are blooming with noble petals, adding beautiful scenery to spring and surging spring tides.

On both sides of the road are pear trees, white pears, some embedded in green wheat seedlings, and some nestled in the budding peach blossom forest, which set each other off. Pear, Rosaceae, Pyrus.

Deciduous trees, which bloom in spring, are pure in color, crystal clear, plain and elegant, and have won the admiration of poets of all ages. "The north wind rolled up the grass in the north, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. ""build by laying bricks or stones pear a pile of snow, who will lean on the railing next year? " "Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are not full. "

In the poet's eyes, pear flower has no discipline of common customs, and it varies from situation to situation, rendering the poet's emotional confession. When the flowers bloom, people gather under this white pear tree from all directions to appreciate, smell and feel the intoxicating spring flowers.

But also because of the smallness of being in the sea of pear flowers, people feel that colorful pear flowers are as quiet as snow, giving people a quiet grandeur and making people fascinated by fragrance. From flowers and fruits, from fruits and moments of life, pears and pears can always give people warm memories.

Pear, boiled in clear water, produces fluid and moistens the lungs, and clears away heat and toxic materials. Butterflies chase in the sea of flowers, young children climb in the shade of flowers, and tourists linger in the flower path.

Today is the festival of pear blossoms, and today is the full dress of pear blossoms. In the warm sunshine of spring, everyone's face is rippling with the breath of spring.

In the breeze, the blooming petals dance in the blue sky like thousands of flying saucers; Buds in bud open their mouths and breathe the refreshing fragrance of spring. Clusters of flowers compete with each other, bringing people a sense of freshness after a long separation.