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Everything in the world is born of green, green is eternal because of the existence of trees, and the quality of trees is more noble.

Tree, it has indomitable quality: it is like the Erythrina in front of my neighbor's house. When I was in grade two or three, my neighbor nailed a nail into it. In just a few years, the Erythrina tree has completely swallowed its nails! Isn't its quality tenacious enough?

Tree, it has the quality of sacrificing itself and others: it dedicates its body to make tools for people to use. In hot summer, it blocks the fiery red sunshine and gives people the shade of autumn. Isn't such behavior noble enough?

Tree, it can survive, it is because it will never give up easily when it encounters a little setback, and it will never be discouraged. It can still survive on the cliff, still grow, still blossom and bear fruit, and still prevent soil erosion ... although it will not live long.

Tree, people say it can sprout dead wood. Although it is dead, it should let the next generation absorb the remaining nutrition from it. Look at the dead wood that supports the saplings in the street. After several rains, the green branches have been pulled out! It is willing to sacrifice itself for the next generation.

Trees have so many good qualities, shouldn't we be inspired? It has so many good virtues, shouldn't we learn from it?

Two.

These days, I go to school by bus 05. On the bus, I looked around and looked at the scenery outside the window. A tree is tall and strong, unlike us. Some trees have green leaves and flowers; Only some trees are just green leaves. One tree after another produced snow-white flowers. I don't know what tree has such beautiful flowers! There are peach trees, which have blossomed pink peach blossoms, which are very beautiful. These days, the weather is very cold, but the young trees are still tall and straight, the flowers are still fragrant and charming, and they are extremely beautiful; The young trees are still growing tall and the flowers are increasing. It's very cold these days, the young trees haven't bent, the flowers haven't fallen, and there are few other places. This scene left a deep imprint on my mind, and I will never forget it. I want to be a small tree, which won't bend under wind and rain; I want to be a little flower, not afraid of hardship. Teacher's comment: I observe carefully and have my own feelings. Have your own opinion, good. It is a very good habit to record the little things in life. Finally, your ending will sublimate your article. Yes, to be a small tree, you must be a small flower and learn their spirit.

Three.

The old days rushed by, like a distant yellow bell.

The sun shines on the earth with the warmest and brightest gesture. Inadvertently, the trees in the yard have grown handsome and magnificent under the nourishment of time. On the wall of the yard, there are weeds and wild flowers swaying in the autumn wind. Looking up, the sky is indigo and spotless, just like a clear Shui Bo Lake in the sky. A line of egrets broke into sight from nowhere and then disappeared in the distance. As far as I can remember, this tree has never stepped out of the courtyard wall, and now it is a bit out of the wall.

Glittering brilliance, through the broken leaves on the ground, my thoughts are like aquatic plants, pulled far and long. ...

This tree was planted by my father. I volunteered to water it at that time. So, go and see if the tree has grown tall, and then water it carefully, which has become my first lesson every morning. Day after day, the sun and the moon go hand in hand, and I repeat the story of every day. Until one day, she curiously leaned out the first new leaf, yellow, soft, crystal clear and delicate, as if it would float into the sky with the breeze. Slowly, the second, third and fourth pieces grew ... until countless leaves covered the whole tree.

When dusk comes, everything seems quiet. The sun lay leisurely on the hill and slowly slid to the horizon. The mountains are as ethereal as Zen, and an inexperienced bird appears and disappears in the green, singing about life, love and every warm sunshine and gentle breeze in spring. Another bird turned on the stereo with a clear birdsong; Some birds crow and some birds scatter more happily. Intermittent notes gently drip on the green leaves, and every young leaf is washed spotless in an instant.

Rivers are flowing, years are flowing, and trees are nourished by nature, and the longer they grow, the higher they get. Simple childhood, happy time, when I haven't heard her tinkling, has quietly gone. As a result, the memory of childhood is like a vague oil painting, except for a few clear scenes, the background has become increasingly blurred.

The wind in late spring and early summer is warm, blowing on the face and having a sweet taste. However, a fallen leaf is swaying, swaying, undulating and rolling in the wind. After drawing the last beautiful arc, it completed the first and last flight of life. Then, more leaves began to fly with the wind, like a group of colorful butterflies flying in the air, and then quietly lying around the roots. In the final analysis, fallen leaves are not only human plots, but also fallen leaves, which belong to everything in nature. I know, that's the final destination of every leaf. It is said that the leaves are silent, but I clearly touched the rustling sound and shook my heart. I seemed to hear my father's cry of pain, and then grandpa lay motionless in the hospital bed. That was the first time I found out that life would die. I naively called grandpa, but he didn't move; I tried to shake him, but he was too heavy; I touched his kind face with warm hands, but he looked strangely indifferent. Death is so close to me that I grow up in an instant. From then on, I no longer snuggle up to my parents and make trouble unreasonably, no longer chase chickens and ducks raised by my grandmother, and no longer think that my relatives are my shelter and eternal protector.

Just like a fading meteor, it can only be stored as a point in memory, just like every branch of a tree is telling a story, and the pain of grandpa's departure disappears with the wind.

There are faint marks on the cut branches, like wounds healed from a long illness, which are exposed alone under the hot sky in winter. The wind was blowing, the snow was floating, and the storm and lightning struck. Instead of hiding, she stood up to meet. At the age of seventeen, isn't my short life journey full of bumps, setbacks and obstacles? The river of life twists and turns, with turbulence, reefs and dangerous beaches from time to time, but no matter what she encounters ahead, she can face it tenaciously, overcome all kinds of hardships and strive to move forward.

The mountains show fresh faces in the morning light, and some clear voices murmur on the stones, and then vaguely flow into the distance. In the grass, birds sing like some transparent and naive dreams.

The trees are green again, and the green leaves have started a new round of madness. Thin branches also seem to be imbued with infinite power and expand outward.

Grow like a tree, another spring is coming!

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