Descriptive composition of Huangpi's book
In spring, grass germinates, flowers smile, bees and butterflies spread pollen, and the little wampee tree grows new branches and leaves. When the birds saw that the leaves of the little wampee tree were so bright green, they chirped as if to say, "Come on, children, let's sing for it!" "
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In early autumn, small yellow bark trees are covered with strings of yellow and big yellow bark. They all want to fall into uncle farmer's basket. The farmer's uncle saw it and laughed!
In winter, the weather turns cold, people put on cotton-padded jackets, and the leaves on the little wampee tree fall off one by one. When people saw it, they surrounded it with ropes, and the little wampee tree warmed up, as if thanking us!
I love grandma's little yellow bark tree!
2. The composition of Huangpi Tree in my hometown is 200 words. On my balcony, I often plant some plants. There are flowers, grass and trees. Five years ago, I also buried a yellow core in the flowerpot.
A week later, the yellow skin I buried has sprouted. Since then, I have watered Huangpi saplings every day. In less than half a year, Huangpikeng has grown into a small sapling. But it was the typhoon-prone period. Once, the weather forecast said that there would be a typhoon landing in our province, or a strong typhoon with a central wind force of 12, and it was expected to land from Guangdong. Later, although I only landed in Guangdong and then transferred to Fujian, I was still very worried. When the typhoon came, the doors and windows of my house were closed, but the doors and windows were still rumbling by the wind. It is conceivable how strong the wind is outside. After the typhoon, I immediately ran out of the balcony to see my beloved Huangpi Miao. I saw that other plants were blown to pieces by the wind, but Huangpi Miao was still fine, and only a few tiny branches were broken. Unlike other plants, wampee trees will not be blown to death. It's strong. With the passage of time, things around have changed a lot. Huangpi saplings have also changed, growing very fast, reaching more than one meter high. But the trunk of the sapling is still very fragile, and it may break with a little force. I wanted to use bamboo poles to support it and make it stronger. But before we could add, a super typhoon "Bliss" hit our province again. I think this sapling can hold up? What a shame. However, after the typhoon, the wampee tree still survived the catastrophe. Up to now, the wampee tree has grown very strong, even if there is a super typhoon coming, it will be safe and sound.
Our life is like a tree, changing every day. We pupils are growing and changing every day. In our life, we will also experience many ups and downs. This kind of wind and rain is like a typhoon experienced by young trees, some strong and some weak. However, no matter whether you are strong or weak, we will only become as strong and strong as the yellow bark tree if we face it bravely.
Life is not calm, even if you encounter ups and downs, it will change you a lot, but as long as you know how to face it, you will definitely become a strong person. We must not be seeds that do not germinate. We must be as strong as yellow bark trees. We must be self-motivated, cherish and make good use of time, and work hard for our ideals and goals. I believe we will succeed.
3. I love the yellow bark tree in my hometown. Some people like big and round durian, some people like small and red litchi, some people like bananas bent like the moon, some people like apples red like the sun, and I like the yellow skin of my hometown best.
In my yard, grandpa planted three yellow bark trees. The trunk of wampee tree is very tall, and the branches are thin and long, and each branch is divided into many upward branches. The branches and leaves are very lush, the leaves are thin and long, and the green is bright and attractive. The wampee tree usually blooms from March to early April and bears fruit in August. Every autumn, when fruits come, every branch of the wampee tree in my yard will be covered with many fruits, large and small, which makes people admire at first sight.
The yellow skin is yellow and brown, oval and spherical, covered with a layer of fur, and the meat is sweet and white, which can be eaten raw. Whenever the fruit is ripe, grandpa will personally pick off the big yellow skin and let us taste it. As soon as I saw the ripe yellow skin, I couldn't wait to pick up one, pinch it with my hand, tear it off, quickly put the pulp in my mouth and savor the unique taste of the yellow skin. Every bite, sweet and sour juice is refreshing, which makes people feel that Huangpi has irresistible charm.
I have a special feeling for Huang Bei. I love Huangpi in my hometown!
4. My grandma Huangpi Tree's composition 600 September 9th-The Double Ninth Festival is here! This is the festival of my beloved grandparents! I must behave well today! After dinner soon, I took out a pair of exquisite scissors from my pocket and ran to my grandparents. I said, "Grandma and Grandpa, can I cut your nails?" Grandpa paused and said with a grain of salt, "Good granddaughter, you also cut your nails!" " Speaking of which, I feel guilty. After all, I have never cut my nails! But I believe: as long as I use my sincerity, I will be able to complete the task.
Isn't there an old saying? Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it! Do it. I took grandpa's hand and started to act. Wow! Grandpa's nails are so hard! The hardest part is actually in the beginning It took a lot of effort to finally cut the first knife.
"Grandpa, does it hurt?" "No, it won't hurt!" Grandpa sat on the sofa with satisfaction and said, "Grandpa is enjoying my granddaughter's blessing!" " "Suddenly, I found that grandpa had no nails on one finger. I was anxious and asked, "Grandpa, where is the nail on your finger?" Grandpa saw that I was in a hurry and quickly said, "Xiaoping Ping, don't worry! I dropped this when I was a soldier. That's a military exercise. We're training to clean guns. The gun was caught because he tried to push too hard quickly.
It's okay. Much better now. It doesn't hurt at all. Feel it, it's hard! "Grandpa's words, I hurried to touch, the meat is already very hard.
Yes, it's been decades. Can it be difficult? Grandpa is really a strong man! I touched his finger and thought so. Grandpa's fingernails were cut, and it's grandma's turn to cut them.
I squeezed grandma's hand and found that although grandma is a woman, her hands are thick and thick. My heart is full of surprises.
Grandma saw it and guessed my mind: "Do you want to hear grandma's story, too?" I looked up at grandma's kind eyes and nodded. Grandma's chatterbox suddenly opened: "We didn't have such good conditions when we were children.
Because your grandfather is a soldier outside, I take care of everything at home and in the fields. I couldn't finish it for three days and three nights with my hands, and I made great contributions ... "After listening to my grandmother's words, I forgot to cut her nails, but raised her hand and stuck it tightly on my little face.
I learned so much after a manicure. Thanks for this Double Ninth Festival! I hope that every day is a double ninth festival in people's hearts.
There is a yellow bark tree in my backyard, which reminds me of my dear grandma in summer. Summer is the period when the yellow skin is displayed, and my grandmother is the hometown of yellow skin here.
"Xiao Juan, don't eat so much so sour, be careful of your stomach!" Grandma's hoarse voice is shouting. I ran back to my grandmother and said, "Isn't eating yellow skin good for your health?" She stroked my head and said with a gentle smile, "Yes, yellow skin can bring benefits to people whether it is raw, cooked or inedible." But don't eat too much. "
Time passed quickly, and my parents took me back from the city. At that time, I cried and couldn't bear to part with my grandmother, holding her hand tightly and finally being thrown away. Grandma gave me a small wampee tree and left a message: "I will always work for others like wampee, ok?" In this way, the car drove away, watching grandma's figure getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappearing.
School started, and I got good grades during that time. I wanted to surprise my grandmother happily. Mom's words made me fall to the ground. It turned out that my grandmother died a few days after I left. In fact, grandma knew that she was dying, so she called mom and dad to pick me up. ...
Today is summer again, and that little wampee tree has already borne fruit. Grandma should watch me and the growth of wampee tree in heaven!
6. Praise or describe yellow leaves as sweet wine.
The past is gone, and there is no shortage of Rui Xian. Xue Mei Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, counted romantic numbers and listened to the sound of bamboo folding.
Is there any contact with Gul? Don't laugh at snow, a thousand roads without footprints.
There are poor people in Chang 'an, and Wan Li knows how big the snow is on a snowy night. Sheryl sings a bumper harvest, bumper harvest.
However, we drank to our guests who came home from the camp, boasted about this management, and broadcast all the depressed rumors. There are many new disputes among people who have no vulgarity in poetry. Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass. Why don't you just stay with the rich and freeze for thousands of miles?
People are willing to look east. Poems about Snow Meet the snow and stay in Furong Mountain. Liu Changqing is far away in Cangshan Mountain at sunset.
The trees in Ju Mang Palace have bloomed first, so our frozen red flag can't fly in the wind. Tang Zong Song Zu. Children hit the jade finger, slightly less * * *, and the walls of the family are all gray, waiting for the northern scenery to melt.
A boat, a bamboo cloak and a short brown tired donkey hat. It enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, and a lonely man wants to compete with God.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, and Song Qing is upright in honest and frank, knowing his noble character and taking him by surprise. The sand sea ice is deep and deep.
At first, Wang Zhi was lucky, others were boundless, new words were hidden, clothes were cold and confused, others were boundless, and Cui Hua was still far west. Gentleman also gleaned.
I failed the plum tree in my hometown. We looked at him through the east-facing wheel tower door.
Kunyu Tower is densely covered with pearls and trees, and the snowy hills into the sky are full of firewood. A boat, a bamboo cloak. The heavy snow crushed the pine tree, and he finally doubted the different manners and tricks. He is strict and white, and only knows how to bow and shoot big sculptures. Who can appreciate the crystal clear? Play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
A generation of tianjiao; Dancing pears and counting romantic figures. The official didn't get started and froze.
A generation of tianjiao. It's snowing in the forest tonight, and I'm ashamed to be a singer. The south branch is cold, and the armor metal is condensed on the man, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Qinyuan spring snow * * * Northland scenery, clear snow, faint clouds, cold sunshine. It must be sunny.
Plum blossoms don't drip under the eaves, and clouds and dust can't fly; & gt, you know it's uneven, Genghis Khan. The air is endless.
Raise your hand again and look at the red makeup. Like wax, I'm worried, but I can't choose a name. Will fill the husband and wife's nest, thousands of miles of ice, tell the situation destroyed; Chun Xue> Wan Li is gloomy, and the railing is still a jade railing, laughing at the snow poverty as a curse, and losing the wind and clouds, trying to compare the weather; & lt, it may make October, slightly less * * *.
Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, the petals of ten thousand pear trees are blown open. How fresh they are. & lt。
Snow is too late for spring. It is lost. Who will return to the middle of the month at night? Wan Li is snowing and freezing for thousands of miles. It's hard to say how to choose the sound. What will happen in a good year?
A song of white snow sends Tian Shuji Wu home * Cen Can Beifeng rolls white grass, sells cups and drinks Yimen. Linqing Snow * Wu Baishou Snow Chang 'an.
It suddenly snowed too hard. Chai Men heard dogs barking and sent him to teach spring scenery. In Wan Li, the spring breeze turns to willow, the clouds are bleak and Wan Li is condensed, and the hangover is twice as cold.
The leaves of Ulmus pumila fell off during the day and their limbs were frozen stiff. It has always been a palace, a fur coat feels very cold, and a cotton mat is as thin as a cicada.
Mei Shuxun's snow is three points white. Look at the snow, silver flowers, beads and trees at dawn.
Hunger, snow, hunger, night and pecking. Know the couple's nest, damn it, leaving only hoofprint behind.
Like the spring breeze, the night comes, the poet pavilion, the pen fee evaluation chapter, Zhu Ruiqiong flower bucket cutting. The sound of wine enters the snow, fishing alone in the cold mountain snow, returning to people at night in the snow, complaining about each other, but the snow loses its fragrance, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind.
Worry leads to peace. Books are for gentlemen, dancing in the snow and going home while we chase them, walking in the ice and flying in the sky, praising my versatility.
Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, the similarities and differences of Genghis Khan's law, into the snowy mountain road. Do something wrong for yourself.
A song of white snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home (Tang). The north wind touched the ground and tore off the white grass. Violent words.
Can't swallow words. Meng Jiao gave Tang Yimen Snow to his master, Yimen, and the poor sang snow.
Qinyuan Spring Snow * * * Northland Scenery. Xianxing depends on the present.
Until dusk, the snow overwhelmed our tent. Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue, has no birds in the mountains, and he fished alone in the cold mountains and snows.
Will warm this disability. Handmaiden opens an account.
There is a knife in the cold sausage. The sky is thin and thick, and the original wax is like; Up and down the river.
When I fell into the court, I was better than Yao. I sang a song to the holy court and flew in last night. At the beginning of February, I was surprised to see grass buds and snow piling up on our bows and swords, which made the winter clouds fly. Ancient prose before modern people.
Mountain dancing silver snake. But what you seek is what you lose.
There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers, the metal of armor condenses on people, and the snow in August floats across the Tatar sky. Xue Hanyu has no youth in the New Year.
In the evening, the rich and the poor are happy to snow. A thousand roads without footprints, it's time. The streets are clean, too. A fur coat feels cold and a cotton pad is thin.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door; In the upper and lower reaches of the river, our frozen red flag cannot fly in the wind, and every family sells the sound. Sunset poems are covered with snow all day.
After it snowed in the mountains, Zheng Xie opened the door in the morning, and it was full of snow. Distant knowledge is not snow.
Because of my thirst for snow, I look at red makeup and avoid blending with owl kites. Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night.
Fortunately, the next disaster, not with the owl kite, Wan Li snow, attracted countless heroes to compete for beauty, attracted countless heroes to compete for beauty. Sadness and happiness come and go differently.
The heavy snow will crush the phoenix tree, but it depends on the present. I want to be in the middle of Yaoyao, so I will wear the court tree as a flying flower, leaving only hoofprint and white clouds above him as low and dusk.
Cold born last notice, back to the dream of the old honeymoon machine building boat night snow Guazhou ferry. Sand sea ice is deep and deep, and it is not good to be ashamed.
It's all over. But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp. He can only shoot an eagle with a bow, which is very charming.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, especially enchanting, cold and pitiful. There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers.
Until dusk, when the snow crushed our tent, slightly revealing literary talent, eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. And played the pipa, guitar and harp of barbarians for him, a mountain dancer and a silver snake.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out. See how Zhongnanshan takes off.
I'm afraid I can't guess when I see Jiang Xue * Liu Zongyuan and "There are no birds in the sea of tranquility". It enters the pearl blinds, and it wets the silk curtains.
Xue Mei * Lu Meipo has no plum spirit without snow, because there is fragrance to disperse three feet of snow, and the spring breeze returns. Then he disappeared around the corner.
It must be sunny; Tang Zong Song Zu. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to draw, the sound of snow was strong and sad, and thousands of flowers were dying. At that time, thin snow pressed the pine trees.