500 words middle school composition-I grew up with poplar

In this snowy city, it seems that there is no distinction between autumn and winter, and it is soaked in warmth all year round, feeling that there is only spring, summer and autumn in a year. ...

At this time, it is the defoliation season, and the poplar trees are covered with yellow leaves, but a few leaves are left alone on the gray-black branches. I walked under the poplar and looked at the leaves all over the floor. I seem to see a dead leaf floating down from the tallest poplar tree in front of my house and drifting towards the homeless. I don't know when a leaf fell off the poplar tree in front of me. Falling from the sky, I caught it with my hands and put it in front of my eyes. Through the leaves, I saw the scene where my mother sent me to the end of the poplar.

One autumn morning eight years ago, I was packing my bags, and my little heart was very excited. I'm going to study in Xichang today, and my grandmother will pick me up in person. My mother helped me pack my bags, but I still remember clearly that there was no smile on my face. My heart naturally surges and jumps around for a while. As long as I am at home at ordinary times, no matter what happens, I will be very happy.

But today, my mother's expression puzzled me. I asked my mother, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I went to study today. Aren't you happy? "As soon as the voice fell, my mother put down the luggage she was packing, held me in her arms and said softly," How could I be unhappy? "I'm going to study, remember to study hard, and come back to see my mother when I get my doctorate, okay?" I jumped out of my mother's arms, stood on the ground and promised, "No problem!" " "

At this moment, the telephone rang. After my mother answered the phone, she said to me, "Hurry up, your father and others are already waiting for you at the bellows mouth." My mother hugged me, took my luggage, walked under the poplar trees with falling leaves and hit me in the face.

I got on the bus, but my mother stood alone in the fallen leaves. Looking at her through the glass window at this time, my heart is puzzling. I opened the car door and ran to my mother, who held me in her arms. "Mom, I can't bear to part with you." I sobbed and said, "Mom, I won't go ..." My mother was in tears, "I can't bear to part with you either." He said, wiping away my tears. "Good boy, what can I do? Agger has to take a doctor exam to see his mother! " "I sobbed and nodded.

My mother carried me into the car again and said goodbye to me with tears in her eyes. When the bus started, I was still in tears and waved to my mother in the fallen leaves. I looked back at my mother until the car passed the poplar and disappeared around the corner.

Walking on the road, outside the window, leaves are still falling. Like a fallen leaf, I walk farther and farther with my mother's disappointment, heading for the place where the future begins.

Looking at this fallen leaf on your hand, is it winter in your hometown again? I wonder if that poplar tree is cold in winter without leaves? However, I don't think she should be cold because there are wanderers blessing her in the distance.

white poplar

Poplar is the most common tree in the northwest of China. As long as there is grass, there is the shadow of poplar. Poplar is not very particular about living conditions. Roadside, beside the ridge, where there is loess, there is her survival. She doesn't chase rain, and she doesn't long for sunshine. As long as she can water the hardened land a little, a poplar will take root and sprout. As long as a little space is set aside for weeds to survive, she will decorate the yellow land and hold up a piece of green. She doesn't need to fertilize and water like a delicate lawn. As long as she doesn't use a knife and axe to cut and gives her a relaxed environment to absorb free air, she will hold her head high. She never rejected the land where she grew up. She is not a vine, rooted in poor soil, happy-go-lucky, otherwise, because she belongs to the grassroots. Although poplar was born in poverty, it is the most concerned about the quality of life. There is still ice in the soil, and the spring breeze is still chilly. Green shoots have sprouted from her branches. Under the heavy pressure, every bud and leaf of her is striving for progress, never bending down to beg, and there is no flattering face. In the autumn wind, although the leaves have been stripped, the thin branches are still full of essence, and the branches stand upright and hold their heads high. In the severe winter, facing the sword, she still stands on the cold yellow land, with proud branches, silent trees and voices. At this time, the noble flowers and plants, however, are in the greenhouse, receiving the nutrients sent to the leaves and roots, lazily killing the bloodless days.

Poplar's temperament is civilian, but it is the richest. She can be used as firewood, furniture, purlin and farm tools. Like the yellow land where she grew up, it is unpretentious. In some people's eyes, she will almost forget her existence. But for the barren yellow land, she is a brave person. Throughout the year, she stayed and decorated, which reduced the poverty and loneliness of the yellow land and increased the vividness and beauty, because her roots have been integrated with the yellow land. Poplar did not expect to transplant and migrate, even if her fallen branches and leaves were corroded by soil, it would add some nutrients and vitality to this yellow land. Under the thick loess, the immortal life of poplar is surging, and the yellow land is crisp and green. .........

The vast Shan Ye at the beginning of the green light, like a loyal guardian, is obsessed with the important task of sand prevention and soil consolidation, intoxicated by its persistence, and fighting against the harsh environment with a tenacious attitude. But the passionate youth has turned into a green wave, just like life is singing. This is you-the poplar I love!

With the ups and downs of the mountains, you have repeated a story that has gone through many vicissitudes. The bad luck of being hacked makes you cry in front of the strong wind countless times. Many plots, you don't want to tell us, just stubbornly spit out the green again in a bad environment and selflessly dedicate the green youth to the world. Shan Ye is decorated silently, graceful and graceful, and charming green light shines again. This is your mighty bearing, the quiet beauty of the blue sky-the poplar in my heart!

Ruthless years have carved traces of growth on your young body, and you are completely desperate to spread your branches. In the pale days, you are silent and independent, becoming an eternal scenery and silently contributing. Isn't this our substitute teacher? On the podium, they worked tirelessly and selflessly, leaving their youth in our growth process, with no regrets! -I admire poplars!

Poplar, you are ordinary and great: you are ordinary and noble. I will follow your life track and make continuous progress.

white poplar

On the river bank not far from my home, there are several tough and tall poplars.

These poplars are as thick as a hug, just like a strong and tall guard guarding the levee faithfully. The bark is silvery white and very smooth. On a hot summer day, poplars open handfuls of umbrellas, bringing Guang Mao's greenery to the plants under the trees. Unknown grass grows under the tree, which is very soft, just like a green carpet. Colorful wild flowers turn into agate jade and are sprinkled on the green carpet. There are morning glory climbing around, colorful. Trumpet-shaped flowers stand slim in the green leaves and play a wonderful symphony.

Poplar leaves are close to peach-shaped and dense. The wind blows the leaves and makes a "crash" sound, just like people's applause. There are many magpie nests hidden among the dense leaves. There are so many nests in the tree that there must be one within 100 meters. This is a paradise for magpies. When the sun rises in the morning, a large number of magpies sing touching songs and go out for food; When the sun goes down, they return to their nests with the joy of harvest. Isn't that cheerful "Twitter" the best proof?

Poplar trees can not only provide people with cool air, but also guard the river banks. They bravely stood in front of the levee and built a rock-solid barrier for it. When the flood comes, they join hands and are intertwined, blocking the flood with their bodies, delaying the speed of the flood and buying people some time.

Ah! Poplar! You are so tenacious, facing the flood, you blocked it with your own body. And when you face us, you open your generous arms and protect our healthy growth with love!

We are a group of trees, standing in the yellow dust of the desert.

Relatives and friends say that we all say that we are unfortunate, because we are also trees, and other trees live in comfortable mountains and plains, but what about us? Some trees also said, "You can't even compare with street trees!" " "Yes, staying in the flying sand all day is undoubtedly the depravity in depravity. The only thing we can compare with other trees is a pool of clear water to quench our thirst and provide us with growth.

Our destiny is to stay here. In this desolate and vast desert, our existence is undoubtedly only a trivial ornament. But have you ever imagined how exciting it is for a person to walk in the desert and suddenly see an oasis when he is extremely short of water? So our existence is also essential.

Nights in the desert are extremely cold. We gritted our teeth and shivered in the cold night wind, but we straightened up and faced the biting wind calmly. We just stood there, surrounded by only the wind, and occasionally there were a few cries of desert foxes. We closed our eyes until we saw the sun again the next day. The weather in the desert is very bad, and we have to be on tenterhooks every day, because we may be swallowed up by sandstorms at any time, but fortunately, this moment has not happened at least now, although we have experienced some sandstorms of all sizes.

Perhaps, a tired traveler came along, sucking the sweetness of the pool greedily and sitting comfortably in the sun to enjoy the cool. This is a moment of great pride for us. Yes, some people may have given up hope in the desert, but we still provide them with sweet water, fresh air and pool water as always.

Standing in the yellow dust of the desert, we are proud and proud trees.

Poplar trees in the wind

On the endless Gobi desert, the wind roared with yellow sand, whistling ... it wanted to tear everything up here. It swept away flowers, leaves and sand. Some of those unknown young trees were pushed back by the wind, and some were uprooted. Only poplars stand proudly in the wind. The sandstorm buried everything in the Gobi desert. But they can't bury the towering poplars. These poplars are sand-proof belts built by people to stop sandstorms in desert management. They stood there like a solid wall. The wind is blowing harder, as if to uproot poplars. Although the tops of poplar trees are shaking violently, their roots are deeply rooted in the soil and cling to it tightly. No matter how fierce and crazy the wind is, they can't get rid of it.

Poplar trees that have just finished fighting with sandstorms haven't had time to catch their breath for a while, and the strong wind poured down on them with heavy rain. Poplar hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, attached to the roots, still firmly standing in the wind and rain, do not let strong winds drill past. Their roots cling to the soil to prevent it from being washed away by the heavy rain. They tried their best to absorb and store water, so that the sandstorm could not be raging.

Looking at these poplars struggling in the wind and rain, don't you think the guards guarding the frontier of the motherland are like them? Whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot, they guard the door of the motherland all the year round. With their protection, the blue sky can be obtained; With their guards, there will be green grasslands; With their guardianship, the children's reading sounds are very loud; With their guards, the old people showed happy smiles on their faces; With their guards, we have ...

Poplar trees in the wind

On the endless Gobi desert, the wind roared with yellow sand, whistling ... it wanted to tear everything up here. It swept away flowers, leaves and sand. Some of those unknown young trees were pushed back by the wind, and some were uprooted. Only poplars stand proudly in the wind. The sandstorm buried everything in the Gobi desert. But they can't bury the towering poplars. These poplars are sand-proof belts built by people to stop sandstorms in desert management. They stood there like a solid wall. The wind is blowing harder, as if to uproot poplars. Although the tops of poplar trees are shaking violently, their roots are deeply rooted in the soil and cling to it tightly. No matter how fierce and crazy the wind is, they can't get rid of it.

Poplar trees that have just finished fighting with sandstorms haven't had time to catch their breath for a while, and the strong wind poured down on them with heavy rain. Poplar hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, attached to the roots, still firmly standing in the wind and rain, do not let strong winds drill past. Their roots cling to the soil to prevent it from being washed away by the heavy rain. They tried their best to absorb and store water, so that the sandstorm could not be raging.

Looking at these poplars struggling in the wind and rain, don't you think the guards guarding the frontier of the motherland are like them? Whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot, they guard the door of the motherland all the year round. With their protection, the blue sky can be obtained; With their guards, there will be green grasslands; With their guardianship, the children's reading sounds are very loud; With their guards, the old people showed happy smiles on their faces; With their guards, we have ...