Look up at the tree composition 1 Every childhood picture in memory is worth savoring, and every section of that big tree has its own story.
There is a tall, green ginkgo tree behind our house, which went up and down on the Arbor Day in the first grade of my primary school. When I was in sixth grade, I watered it myself. It is so thick, straight and lush.
Three spring and autumn years have passed, and I have once again come to a familiar and unforgettable place. The scenery in front of me is not what it used to be. The green trunk is full of strength, but the fly in the ointment is that it is crooked, like a 13-year-old boy who tried to grow up but went the wrong way, leaving an indelible taste in his memory.
The first time I go to a closed school, I always feel a little uncomfortable with the life inside:/kloc-I can only go home once every four days, at three o'clock every day, and the classroom, canteen and dormitory walk around the same place every day. Who can stand it? Closed schools are too closed. Children's minds live the same life every day, eating, sleeping, attending classes and finishing classes.
Once upon a time, after two days, everyone thought that the day was not over. Because this boring life has created some talents, I began to propose to transfer, but my parents were busy with their lives and didn't have time to talk to me. They thought I was joking. In this way, I finished this boring year. Finally, I couldn't stand this kind of life, repeated the path of most people, sank and gave up, and finally my parents changed me to a new school.
Looking up at the tree, I was surprised to find that a small sapling had grown up. It is so straight, green and full of life. Looking up at the tree, I found my miniature.
Look up at the big tree. It is a big tree and a noble soul. There is a tree in my hometown that is not particularly tall, but I don't know what it is. This big tree has accompanied our family for decades. According to my father, it has been there since childhood. For decades, it has proved its greatness with tenacious vitality. It was originally transplanted from my grandfather's house, but it survived and is still blooming. But somehow, it has lost its fruit. After a lot of wind and rain, its originally not too high body is more bent.
Poplar grows with it; Dude, why do you have to live so tired? Besides, your fruit is too small to eat, so why not be free?
However, its dedication to the poplars that grew with it is considered futile. How much wind and rain and sun have not defeated it, it is always so tenacious. Even if it will end its life one day, even if it is cut down by an axe, it is worthwhile, because it made desperate dedication before death and did meaningful things with its own body after death. Then it will die without regret, because it has tried.
I used to be laughed at by others, but now I can finally be laughed at by others. It's much more valuable than others now.
For a big tree, it either lives brilliantly or not. It will always be the noblest tree and the noblest soul. Although it is not as high as poplar, it is much more noble than poplar, because it has been dedicated and suffered a lot.
A big tree is not only its height but also its soul. Looking up at the tree is looking up at the tall soul.
Looking up at the tree composition 3 Standing at a certain height of life, looking for the perfection of life, I looked up and saw that life without edges inadvertently showed some commanding heights close to the answer. ...............................................................................................................................
The looseness of the cliff deeply and firmly plunged its only root into the edge of the cliff. The trunk has withered to the point where it can't see any freshness, and no fruit can be found on the branches, but looseness still cares for everything it has like a child. It is very happy, overlooking the stream flowing under the cliff, immersed in the happiness of others. It is very difficult, struggling and running in the communication of time and space, facing the morning light, with starlight, trying to lead everything to tomorrow together and continue its life with difficulty.
Chrysanthemums that meet the frost will dry up in autumn and life will not stop. The aloof Qiuju still holds her head high to meet the frost, fearless and without regrets. On the occasion of falling red, it brings people the last thoughts of autumn. Although everything is It will eventually become a thing of the past., it is this fleeting cloud that makes it look more brilliant. Very satisfied. It is silent. It's the season in first frost, and the white ice particles are tightly wrapped around the body that is no longer full, but they are ice particles without a tear. It's strong. Tired Fish The sun shone brightly on a pool of silt that was about to dry up, and the withered fish scales crunched and gasped. ...
It's alive. Escaped the bad luck of Chinese food serving, it would rather fight for the last minute, bit by bit. But it did not beg for mercy, but showed an unparalleled fortitude and tragic in its bones, and it was still alive. ...
I looked up, tears filled my eyes, but filled my whole body. Life is not only a simple continuation, but also a supernatural force in the continuation. That kind of power rushed out of the sky and resounded through it. ...
I look up to life. ...
Look up at the big tree composition 4 Big trees are rooted in the land, and big trees can't live without the earth, just as babies can't live without their mothers' arms. The lush uncle is like an umbrella, and it is also the emotional sustenance of people.
There is a locust tree in front of grandma's door. I thought it was tall when I was a child. I naively thought that my life partner should be as tall as a locust tree. I like the sense of smell brought by Sophora japonica. I think only white is worthy of Sophora japonica, which is as pure as white. I like to eat Sophora japonica, which tastes very fragrant and gives people a kind of enjoyment on the tip of the tongue. I will ask my grandmother to help me pick Sophora japonica flowers. I am too young and short, and I want to experience the happiness of picking flowers by myself! Then my grandmother and I "bathed" Sophora japonica together, washed all the bugs and cooked them with rice. It tastes great! I named it "Huaimi". Whenever the rice comes out of the oven, I will be next to the rice and smell the fragrance of the rice greedily. Every time I cook rice, I eat a bowl of Kazuhiro Mori. Even if there is no food to eat, I can finish eating, and there is no food left. I can eat very clean without washing dishes. Grandma will reward me. I have been a beautiful girl since I was a child. I will pin Sophora japonica on my hair and clothes. It smells everywhere. Adults say that I am a sweet girl, and my heart is full of joy.
When the weather is sultry in summer, I always kill two birds with one stone by running under the locust tree with a book and sitting under the locust tree to enjoy the cool. When it rains, I will step on the rain under the locust tree. It was fun.
My grandmother is like a locust tree, protecting me and loving me. Worth my respect. If one day, I have the ability to take care of my grandmother, I will try my best to repay her.
Look up at the tree composition 5 Look up at the tree, what will you think of? Is it the shade under the scorching sun? Or practical solid wood furniture? Or paper made of wood pulp? Whatever it is, it is the selfless dedication of Dashu.
A tree has been dedicated to people since it was planted, adding a touch of green to people's sour eyes. When it grows luxuriantly, it provides shade for people. When the trunk thickens, people cut down trees as raw materials to make furniture, paper, disposable chopsticks and other things that can provide convenience for people.
However, trees can not only be made into objects, but also become carriers of emotions.
I remember when I was a child, I always used various methods to see if I had grown taller. There is one method that I like very much. Occasionally use a pencil sharpener to carve your height and age on the small tree in front of the door.
I remember once, I went to carve my height in high spirits, only to find that I was a little shorter than last time. I went to my father in tears. Father told me that the young trees would grow taller and taller, but I grew too slowly. I dried my tears and ran to the little tree and said, "Little tree, you should grow taller than your father (I thought my father was the tallest). You must be taller than you are now when I come next time. " After that, it was carved three times and moved.
Since moving, I have gradually forgotten that little tree. Once in a while, I revisited the old place and learned that the tree had already been cut down. I have a kind of remorse in my heart. Xiaoshu, after I left, are you still abiding by our agreement and trying to grow taller, waiting for me to come back and compete with you?
Xiaoshu, thank you for adding joy to my childhood.
Looking up at the big tree Composition 6 What is a big tree? Is it famous for its height? No, it is famous for its lofty spirit and quality, because it must be looked up to and cannot be ignored, and more because it provides people with a place to hide and get happiness.
I vaguely remember that there is a banyan tree near the school gate of primary school. Although its leaves are small, there are many. Every autumn, the trees are slightly yellowed and bear small fruits. Sprinkle it on the ground and turn it into fertilizer. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The bright red flowers are like this, and so are the yellow leaves and small seeds of banyan trees? Not only leaves and seeds fall on the tree, but also a spirit of dedication and selflessness.
The banyan tree in autumn is so, and the banyan tree in winter is better. From the twelfth lunar month to the first lunar month, the memories of the past have already been scattered at the foot of the banyan tree in winter, and the branches are empty. Occasionally, a bird passes by, stops on a branch and flies away in a short time. Maybe even birds think the banyan tree in winter is too pitiful. I watched it from a distance, and I felt very sad to see it completely dried up and died in the next spring. But when you look closer, a little green sprouted quietly on the branches like an eagle's claw, contrary to Han Yu's early spring Zhou Zhenghao. On this banyan tree, "the grass is near without" has become "the green is near without". Isn't this banyan afraid of cold? Yes, it tells me by action that it is not only not afraid of the cold, but also has to face the cold. Fear of difficulties does not exist in its dictionary. When encountering difficulties, facing them bravely is its real way to survive.
Many trees on campus should also be like this kind of banyan, which has the quality of not slanting wind and rain and not falling cold. Look up at the tree, not only because of its height, but also because of its spiritual quality. Look up because of respect, look up because of admiration, let's look up at this tree together.
Looking up at the tree composition 7 Spring has come, everything is reviving, flowers are scrambling to open their buds, and the trees are thriving, showing attractive charm and attracting us.
There is a lush forest not far behind my home. When I was a child, I just went to the back forest to play hide-and-seek I am very happy and tired. I sat under the tree, listening to the sound of leaves fluttering. I sat quietly as if I were asleep. It's very hot. I raised my hand to find a high place and closed my eyes, as if the tree were telling us, "You had a good time. I am also very happy to look at you. " We closed our eyes and smiled, very happy. (China Composition Network www.t262.com)
In those frolic days, we called it "the old place". When we went to play, we just said we would meet at the usual place. I don't know why I am very happy, but I can't tell you how happy I am.
I remember the day when we graduated from primary school. We came to the biggest tree in the forest and sat together. Nobody knows anything. I also know that after this summer vacation, we will go to junior high school and be divided into classes. I can't express my sadness. I propose to write our names under the tree. They all agreed. After we finished, we looked up at the tree and the sun shone in our eyes. At this time, we made a wish, and I may have made a wish. We looked up at the tree and hugged each other's shoulders. Maybe this is a happy ending!
Several years passed, and we all went our separate ways. Now I just want to say to them, "Never leave in a hurry that year."
Looking up at the big tree and composing eight trees is sacred to me. Trees can be seen everywhere in our hometown. I remember there was a tree in front of my house when I was a child. This tree is full of branches and leaves. Every time I go home, I will look up at this big tree, stand at its feet and study it carefully for a long time. I found that the scars on his body and the traces of insect bites could not change the beauty of his appearance.
Look up at the tree and see its branches pointing to the sky. Think about how many ups and downs he has experienced. Only by constantly honing yourself can you make yourself strong inside. Even if others hurt you, you should be more frustrated and brave. We can learn from trees. People can choose to escape when facing difficulties, but trees are different, because they can only bear silently, so trees are an example for us to learn.
I remember there used to be a tree in our house. Every time I see him, I have a familiar feeling. Grandma came to me and said that this tree has been with us for some time. At first it was a small seedling, but now it has grown into a towering tree. They also went through the process from small stage to middle stage and then to big stage. They have also experienced many ups and downs, and life can't be smooth sailing. Everyone will face the test of life. Anyway, don't go against the laws of nature. Every tree has a different story. We must fear the tree, that is, we must fear life, and how much he will suffer, because he believes that no matter how hard and tired he is, he must live, and love will live. There is hope if you don't give up.
Looking up at the big tree composition 9 There are countless scenery in the world, and I especially like pine trees. They are not as beautiful as peach trees in spring, nor the huge leaves of sycamore trees in summer, nor the golden clothes of ginkgo trees in autumn. He is just a pine tree in a simple green coat in winter.
Pine tree, an extremely ordinary tree, is ordinary enough to adapt to various environments and take root, which also doomed it to be extraordinary. Straight trunk, dense leaves, his needle-like leaves, clusters of stretching, each piece is sharp and powerful. The beauty of a straight trunk is complete, concise and firm, which is much more noble than the beauty on the surface.
Standing under a tall and straight tree, looking up, it seems that there is no blue sky. Because its branches and leaves are against the sky, the dense canopy covers the hot sun above your head, and only a little sunlight penetrates through the gaps of pine needles. As soon as the wind blows, the pine needles play a symphony, and the dots reflected on the ground dance with it.
I love it, but I love her meticulous and selfless dedication more. The trunk of pine tree is wood, the leaves of pine tree can be made into volatile oil, the branches and leaves of pine tree can be made into rosin, and the roots of pine tree can be a good fuel. One of its qualities is that it can be used by human beings and give people a lot.
As long as there are seeds, he is not afraid of cold and heat, and he thrives everywhere. He doesn't need water irrigation, wind and lightning are companions, and he is not afraid of all growth. He is a strong guardian of the flowers and plants around him, guarding the ups and downs of new life and accompanying them to grow up. Whenever I see pine trees, I think of my parents. The plants around them are like children. Parents hold up a piece of heaven and earth, only for our healthy growth.
Look up at the tree composition 10 The "squeak" sound of the chainsaw is mixed with the "click" sound of the tree, and when it falls down, it gives out a "bang" sound, causing a burst of dust. This big tree in my hometown fell down like this. 12 years witnessed the fall of my tree.
Since I was born, my parents have often taken me to this tree to enjoy the cool. At school, my friends and I played hide-and-seek next to you. Sometimes I trip over your bare roots, so I throw myself into your arms. When I cry, I will get up and hit you again, as if everything is your fault.
Every year I grow up, you grow up one year. When I grow up, I often see the knife marks on your thick brown skin, some deep, some shallow, some long and some short. These are the marks of time. I almost did bad things outside, and when I came back, I was beaten and scolded by my parents, lying in your arms and carving a deep mark on you with a knife. I didn't know you were alive until I grew up.
In the winter sunshine. Every time I stand beside you looking for a bird, I find that you left your strongest arm to the bird.
In summer, my parents and I enjoy the cool under your green leaves and feel your care for us.
In autumn, your fallen leaves fall all over the floor and dye the whole yard yellow. If you don't sweep it for a day, it will become a pile.
Winter is coming, and the weather is getting cold. I silently found a thick hemp rope and hung a coat on the tree. Don't catch cold! I told the tree, and the tree shook its branches and said "goodbye!" " "I feel a strong warmth in my heart, uncle, your selfless dedication is really admirable!
Goodbye, my dear tree.
Look up at the big tree composition 1 1 Every time I see a big tree with deep leaves and a cloud-like crown, I will feel respect. Now the tree is rooted in the earth, reaching out to embrace the sky, gaining the spirit of the world and enjoying the essence of the sun, the moon and the stars. It is a companion and friend with birds and animals, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, clouds, frost and snow. The atmosphere of Boya is all-inclusive, and it is very king-like, which cannot but make people admire it.
There is a tall and lush peach tree in front of my house. I remember this tree was planted by my father when my family just moved. It's as big as me, but it's wrong. It's even a month or two older than me. After all these years, it still stands in front of my house. I was surprised, because my parents didn't ask, just watered them occasionally and never took medicine, but the result was still the same, and the peaches were all good.
The tree doesn't need to eat anything, and it doesn't expect anything. It only needs a little soil and sunshine to grow into a towering tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain and enjoying the cool. Working hard outside like dad just wants to give us a good living environment. Trees are also trying to absorb nutrients for peaches, but we care about the lack of fruit. We never thought about the process of making fruit grow. Many people only care about the end of things, and few people care about the middle.
People are like trees. No matter how bad the environment is, you can't give up, because your life is as strong as a tree. You have a vision for life, and life will definitely give you hope. As long as you say to yourself, "I must live, I must live, and then you will have the capital that others can look up to like a tree."
Looking up at the tree composition 12 is clear again. I accompanied my grandmother back to that deserted hometown, where I grew up and was full of countless childhood memories. ...
Open the red door, although grandma comes back to paint the door every year, it is as red as fire, but it still can't cover up the erosion of time. The house is full of dust and cold, and my grandmother planted the yard herself, because no one took care of it for a long time, but the weeds grow brighter than flowers. ...
Suddenly, a touch of green caught my eye. What's that, a tree? When I walked in, I found that this is a tree that has already experienced vicissitudes. I didn't realize it was still there. Standing under it, my intuition is a little cold. The leaves are shining in the sun, and even the lines can be seen clearly. My thoughts also flew to that time. On summer nights, grandma likes to sit on the sofa, holding a cattail leaf fan in her hand and rocking it gently, while my brother and I will play beside it. ...
Everything seems to have just happened. I reached out and touched the trunk and murmured, "Time has taken away my wonderful childhood, leaving only memories for me. The tree in my memory is still there, but is the tree in my heart still there? " '
Since I entered junior high school, I have lived in chaos every day, and I have long abandoned my promise to study hard. I am no longer that simple self, but the tree is still that tree. It can shine in a harsh environment, and what about me? It seems that even a tree is inferior. ...
Dashu, Dashu, I am ashamed of myself and all my relatives and friends who have expectations of me. I kept looking up at the tree, and tears fell down inadvertently …
Look up at the big tree composition 13 It turns out that there are five trees in front of my house. These five trees have witnessed my growth and have always accompanied me.
There are three poplars in five trees, all of which are different in size. One is very thick, one is of medium height and the other is very thin. Although they are all planted together, there is a big gap. The middle and tall trees and thin trees are not as thick as the thickest poplar. Among the three trees, the poplar in the middle is the thinnest, which may be malnutrition.
The other two trees are willow and gardenia. Willow is the thickest tree among the five trees, and gardenia is the thinnest tree, but it is already very big compared with similar gardenias. Gardenia is already very thin, and it is good to grow to that extent.
Time flies, I have grown up, and those five trees have been cut down.
These five trees have been with me since childhood. I often tie a thick rope to a tree and then swing. Behind the tree is the sky with water in it. Sometimes when the rope is loose, it will fall into the ground.
Willow and gardenia grow together. Gardenia keeps climbing around willow. Willow is like a ladder to me. It can climb to the top of the tree. Sometimes I ask my father to make me a bow with willow branches, but I can't do it to the extent that my father did.
It is very hot in summer. Entering the house is like being baked outside. Some of those trees are very tall and round, far exceeding the height of the house, and the dense leaves reflect the sunlight.
Many memories of my childhood come from those trees. When the trees were cut down, I recalled the happy time with those trees.
Looking up at the tree composition 14 gale and the tree are a pair of deadly enemies. Nature makes them fight side by side, and air makes them inseparable. The strong wind brought Jiangnan all the way here in order to blow down this crumbling tree and make it yield to its own feet to serve itself.
Tree, your solid arms hidden in green clothes have given me support, your overheated and loyal heart hidden in your broad chest, your red and trembling heart! Don't let the strong wind cool you down. You should be strong. You know, it's temporary. He's aggressive. After all, this is your territory. Then, under the banner of "Glory of Greater East Asia", it is actually an aggressive ambition, Dashu! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This hateful wind has ruthlessly destroyed your people. Sand ... sand ... your branches and leaves are flapping, but your solid body is unwavering, and your fiery heart is still so hot and not cooled at all. However, it is the heart in the distance, not cold at all! It deserves our trust and dependence, your root firmly hidden in the ground! Let us feel at ease for your safety.
The gale is getting worse and worse, and your people are being wiped out. And you, however, are still there, sticking to your beliefs and fighting against the strong wind. We rely on you, because only you can resist the strong wind and only you can drive it away.
Big tree! Do you know how many times I tried to get familiar with this gloomy world when a small tree went underground? We hid him from the strong wind, taught him knowledge and made him study hard in the strong wind.
In this war, the wind surrendered unconditionally and the tree won. The tree shouted and swayed like a victorious family. It laughs and howls ... it laughs at the wind, and it howls happily.
The tree is you. It's you. Saved us, your people and your loyal children.
Looking up at the composition of the big tree 15 I unconsciously walked onto the tree-lined path in the country, and suddenly remembered the weeping willows on the river bank, which made me nostalgic for a while.
This willow tree looks like a chair. Its lower length is in the water, it is thirty or forty centimeters long, and then it grows vertically. Its branches bifurcate like tributaries of the Yangtze River, and then many willow branches hang down.
Under this big tree, there are my laughter and laughter with my two sisters. Under this big tree, there is my sad figure. When I was young, my sister and I spent our golden childhood here. My sister and I knitted a wicker hat here. The wicker was picked from it. It never said "no", it only gave us joy. When I personally knitted the first willow hat, I smiled happily. It seemed to be happy for me and shook the willow branches.
Until late autumn, its leaves will turn yellow and there are many catkins. When a gust of wind blows, those catkins will fly with the wind, bringing us beautiful scenery in late autumn.
By the time it grows leaves, it is already very cold. It won't shake its head when people step on its leaves. It will only obey silently.
Now I stand under this big tree and look up at it. It becomes pale, lonely and helpless. I reached out and stroked its old bark, and I felt it beating on my heart. Yes, he is still very young.
I don't know if it still remembers me, but I remember, remember that it sheltered me from the wind and rain in the hot summer, and wiped my tears when I cried. It is like a mother, silently dedicating herself.
I stood in its shade and drew back my hand, but my hand was warm.