Write a composition in a familiar place and different scenery.

1. How to write different landscapes in different landscape compositions?

Through the stone gate of the cave, I entered the mountain area.

I looked at all the familiar things around me: the gray slate was uneven under my feet, the green Ye Er on the roadside was covered with green gauze, and the continuous mountains stood in front of me. I like climbing this mountain because of its unique scenery. Standing in front of the Buddha's head and looking north, the light of Deng Huachu in Jinan is reflected in the fundus. Leaning against the stone fence, with open arms, letting the soft wind flow, my heart is full of unspeakable feelings. Only cherish the evening scene without sunset-the mountain forest ruthlessly covers the clouds dyed red by blush.

I want to go, I want to stop, I want to go, I just hope the mist will leave me a Buddha's head. The hillside is steep and sometimes gentle. I'm tired of jujube trees and wild chrysanthemums, so I drag my legs around looking for novelty. Look, Okumo! I jumped to the edge of the steps and stared at the green spider with a big belly and thin legs and its web, studying the mystery of spider silk carefully. Maybe I disturbed it, and the spider ran away and "played hide and seek" with me in protective colors. I searched leaf by leaf, but I stumbled upon a bigger secret-a road.

The path is hidden, although it is not as neat as the stone steps, but it has a special charm. I'm going to try to challenge the real mountain road. Dirt roads are slippery and far more comfortable than stepping on stone steps. After a while, I saw a shiny stone standing in front of me. I used my limbs like a rock climber and finally got to a certain height. Further up, the path is flat but steep. From time to time, there are vertical and horizontal roots blocking each other or meeting pine trees standing in the middle of the road. There is an unknown flower in the low bush, like a string of small white bells, swaying gently in the breeze.

When I reached the top of the mountain, it was already dusk. I don't know whether it is in the east or west of Buddha's head, but I'm sure the altitude here must be above Buddha's head, because I saw the red sunset. Without the obstacles of other mountains, the lights in the distance seem denser and more beautiful. When the first sunset glow hit the summit, I stepped on it as my medal. I left my footprints on the stone tablet of "a visit here" and put this vast scene in my mind-the same mountain, the same city, the same sky, but in front of me is another kind of scenery and style.

Meditation in my heart: maybe inadvertently, turn a corner and try another road, there will be a different kind of scenery.

2. Familiar places also have scenery. Familiar places also have scenery. In a distant but bright crow, the sleeping town yawned, rubbed its sleepy eyes and gradually woke up.

A busy and comfortable day in the city has begun! I put on my schoolbag and crept downstairs for fear of waking my sleeping neighbor. Grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove.

Grandma gently fanned the fan with a cattail leaf fan, and the smoke suddenly came out, making a gentle arc in the air, and then turning around the old crooked neck tree three times before reluctantly dispersing. "Hey, little darling, so early.

There will be an exam today, right? Be careful, you will do well in the exam! "Grandma smiled when she saw me. Her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, and even her cuffs, trouser legs and elbows were wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke! "Grandma's cattail leaf fan, which has been used for decades, brushed away the smoke, and I walked in the fresh air.

Grandma's coal stove and cattail leaf fan are a fresh scenery. In the distance, I saw the iron gate open.

That mottled iron gate is a loyal guard. Time has left a mark on it mercilessly, but it is still determined to protect the safety of residents.

The old janitor is sitting under the crooked neck tree drinking tea. That familiar teapot should be bigger than me. Green tea leaves turned around and danced a soft and light waltz, overflowing with refreshing fragrance.

"Grandpa, how to get earlier and earlier today? It's not all bright yet! " "This is not to open the door for the little darling, little darling to the senior high school entrance examination, my father-in-law to make a good start! Hehe! " Father-in-law also smiled, revealing his yellow teeth and almost laughing at the tea in his mouth. The iron gate and teapot of my father-in-law's house are a warm scenery.

The sweet smell filled the whole alley early. Earlier, the master was as busy as a top. When he saw me, he stopped: "Little girl, did you take the middle school entrance exam today? Master has prepared the necessary breakfast for you! Gaozong! I wish you all the best in high school! " The master handed me the breakfast that had already been prepared, and his thick hand plate was wiped on the greasy apron, with a smile on his face. Even that simple and honest smile is shiny.

I was just about to pay out my money when the master stopped me: "This time it's from me. It's a contribution to your exam!" " "Then I turned and filed a steamer. The steaming steam washed up on the roof, and a warm current suddenly penetrated into my heart. Master Zao's oily laughter is a warm scenery.

Along the way, familiar scenery all the way. I paint this landscape full of human brilliance as a peach blossom that is full of self-thanks. Although it doesn't shine, it has its own warmth and elegance. I cut this familiar place and warm scenery into beautiful pictures and left them in my heart. I'm not afraid to go into the infinite future.

The chicken crowed three times and the town woke up in the warm morning sun. Familiar places have also gently pushed away the scenery of Chai Men, which can't be hidden for long, and time flows freely in silence.

I escaped from the shackles of the city and came here-I wear ancient incense every day. Gu Xiang is quiet and beautiful, with mottled Chai Men, green ground and wet black eaves.

The shadow of the yellow sun swept the long-sleeping white wall, where time froze. For thousands of years, it has precipitated beauty and left us with memories and feelings. I think Gu Xiang walks around every day, as if no one has appreciated her carefully.

She kept a low profile and looked forward to it alone. Time goes by like running water.

I walked in the ancient incense, and she stubbornly maintained her elegance in the glitz of the city. But I left in a hurry before and didn't notice this "familiar and unfamiliar beauty".

I heard insects and birds singing, but I didn't hear Lang Lang reading-please don't regret it. Because I overheard Hu Qin's voice, which sang such an ancient legend as Love in a Fallen City by Zhang Ailing.

Behind the old wall, a bunch of fresh and green roses are quietly opening. Holy and elegant, open between heaven and earth, with a smile.

It's so beautiful that Li Qingzhao sighed thousands of years ago. "I'm afraid Lang guessed that a slave's face is not as good as a flower's face." It is open, faintly with the beauty of ancient fragrance and youth.

The familiar smell lingered around me, and I was intoxicated. When did this classical spirit floating from ancient times lose its way in the noise of the city? I don't know, I don't ask, I smile, think and remember.

Running water has passed, and I heard a sigh many years ago, "as beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies." But when I think about it, I feel relieved again.

Life permeates here and communicates with nature. I lost my way in this familiar alley with the leisure of "Time flies like an arrow, like water passing by".

Gu Xiang is a low-key person. She has been staying in the long river of years, waiting for her. Will the lilac-like woman seen by poet Dai Wangshu be a good memory in the alley? The destination is downtown.

But I don't want to leave. I was fascinated by this classical flavor. Every minute, every second, every year, every hundred years ... it doesn't matter.

I am amazed at this corner of the world. Thanks to it, I suddenly realize that beautiful scenery is everywhere. Three or two old people were staring at the door with fans. They must also be Gu Xiang's companions.

Just like light tea, it is not strong, strong, urgent, impetuous, heavy or floating. Calm and calm, indifferent and far-reaching.

It is a plain face as low as dust, and it is the power to hold up the soul and fly high. Slowly pour, let the world glitz, like the dense fog in front of you, linger and disappear without a trace.

Inadvertently glance, Gu Xiang crawled on the wall covered with creepers. Perhaps, young imagination and ancient tension are inseparable. Parthenocissus tricuspidata opened and fell, fell and opened, and the old wall remained the same.

Familiar Gu Xiang, your hidden beauty makes people lament. "When I suddenly turned around, the man was in the dim light." That's how you show me this amazing feeling.

The beauty of this world is created by the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, so it is eternal. It brought me a novel shock. How can this familiar place be called "beautiful scenery"? The sage is right: there is no shortage of beauty in the world, and there is no shortage of eyes to find beauty.

Today I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful scenery of this familiar place. Hu Qin is still ringing.

3. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Familiar places have scenery". Familiar places also have scenery.

Walking on the avenue of the school and stepping over the steps, the scenery along the road has long lost its appeal to you, so you just skip it at a glance; Sit in the classroom, open the book, rub the familiar paper, skim the articles you have learned, and look for today's theme; When I got home, I quickly took the steaming rice bowl in my mother's hand and went back to my seat to eat without looking back ... If I carefully observed these familiar things, I might find something new.

Walk on the stone steps and walk slowly. Raise your already lowered head and look around. You will find: Well, there are more leaves on the ground today. Smell it carefully, it tastes slightly sour. Although the grass on the lawn is worth late autumn, it is still green. Today, the green is getting deeper and deeper, and it will suck you in like a whirlpool. Oh! What's on the bare branches of buttonwood? It is a small mushroom that grows close to the trunk! It is so full of vitality, sticking to the trunk of a tree with similar colors, stretching its posture, feeling glad to survive in late autumn, and you can't help but rejoice.

Sit in the classroom, open your books, stop your fast-moving hands and look back! You will find that Shi Tiesheng treats his mother really badly. Even though his leg has been broken, can his mother's kindness to him for decades be so obliterated? After the death of mother, anyone's reflection is bitter; Joan survived because of the last leaf. You should feel the strength of spiritual power. That last leaf became her last hope. It is like a powerful arm, which saves Jonson from the abyss of despair.

Go home, take the job from your mother, polish your eyes and take a look at your mother. You will find that mom's hands are no longer smooth and rough. Ten fingers are red and swollen in order to cook for you. There are several crow's feet in the corner of her eye. At this point, she is looking at you affectionately. The crow's feet in the corner of the eye are deepened by a smile, but under the light, the mother's love shines.

Raise your head, slow down your hands, polish your eyes, and observe everyone and everything around you with your heart. I believe you will find something unexpected, because there are also "landscapes" in familiar places.

4. There is also a landscape composition of a familiar place. I accidentally read such a poem: all distant places are tempting to us/not tempted by beautiful scenery/tempted by legends/even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory/we don't need to care/because it is really a fascinating mistake/going to a distant place/familiar place has no scenery. Wang Guozhen's poems are full of charm. Think about it and lose interest in the scenery you have been to. Those distant scenery, whether it is the end of the sky or the corner of the sea, will always give people too much hope as long as we have never set foot in it. The scenery around us, no matter how beautiful, will turn a blind eye for a long time, resulting in "aesthetic fatigue." Is there really no scenery in a familiar place? One day, walking in an alley, suddenly, a refreshing fragrance of flowers came to my face, and I looked up for it. A locust tree that has been silent for a winter has blossomed, and clusters of small white flowers are densely dotted among the green leaves, blooming brilliantly, and the sweet taste is emitted by it. Standing under the tree and smelling for a while, I couldn't help being moved. These flowers are really fragrant and beautiful! One day, I saw two old people on the road. The old man helped his semi-disabled wife. They whispered. No one knows what they are talking about, but their expressions are so calm. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I can't help but be moved. It's good to grow old together!

When my heart is at a loss, I just want to graze it far away, because there is scenery there. However, in this familiar land, there is still a landscape painted with love, which is closely related to our breathing and * * *. It flows in the blood and is entangled in life. Familiar places also have scenery. Although ordinary, isn't it the most beautiful scenery? In the world, the natural scenery is endless, but the most beautiful and close place is the most familiar place!

5. The composition of "scenery in familiar places" is very comfortable in familiar places.

There is no scenery in the world. As long as you observe and experience patiently, you will certainly find many beautiful scenery in places you are familiar with.

There is no scenery on the earth. You see, the scenery in life: a young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it to a beggar in rags. Half a minute later, the beggar limped to the donation box 50 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the box, and took some coins out of his pocket and put them in the box. The sound of coins is the kind and sincere voice of beggars, the echo of life, the inner scenery and an indispensable scenery in the world.

The young people in the city envy the couple who live in the forest park. They think they have fresh air, large areas of fir and bamboo forests, quiet forest paths and birds and flowers. But the couple don't think so. On the contrary, they envy the life of their city people and think the city is rich and interesting. Is it because there is no scenery in familiar places? The answer is no, the only reason is that the couple did not observe and understand carefully.

Take Little Square near my home as an example. Some people will find it difficult to find any scenery in such a familiar place. But I don't think so. Early in the morning, you can find many old people in the village gathering in the square for morning exercises. Some are running, some are playing Tai Ji Chuan, and some are shaking diabolo. It was not until 9 o'clock that I reluctantly left. Don't these old people add a beautiful scenery to Little Square every morning?

In fact, as long as you really know how to appreciate the scenery, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery at any time. Don't stage the tragedy of looking for beautiful scenery in a strange place but losing the most familiar scenery! Where is the scenery in my heart? Isn't there a beautiful scenery where you live, study and rest every day? Do you want me to overcome the difficulties of the road and wade across mountains and rivers to find bluer sky, clearer water, greener trees and redder flowers? Familiar places have beautiful scenery. You don't need to carry a heavy travel bag and drag your tired body for a long time. You only need to bring a pair of discerning eyes, and you will find the simplest, most pristine and most moving beautiful scenery in a place you are so familiar with. Appreciate the scenery with your heart, which place is not a scenery!

In fact, as long as we observe carefully, we will find that many places we are familiar with have many beautiful scenery.

Familiar land-the scenery here is unique!

I just wrote it yesterday. Take it. ...

6. How to write a different landscape in a different landscape composition?

I like to feel the loneliness of trees, the reluctance of leaves and the ruthlessness of the wind in the bleak autumn. Only the geese flying in the south left a faint and beautiful memory in my heart.

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I like a person, quietly wandering in the shadow of the tall French phoenix tree, looking up at the withered old tree, a few yellow leaves spinning in the wind, reluctant to say goodbye to the tree that has accompanied me for nearly a year. Then I was taken away by the wind mercilessly, flying up and down in the air, confused and unable to find my own direction, and fell asleep in a daze, which made me feel very poor. Sometimes, I also like to step on the fallen leaves with my feet, and listening to the heartbreaking sound of the leaves makes me want to cry. People around me hurried by, and no one would notice the loneliness of the tree, the reluctance of the leaves and my loneliness. Occasionally someone will smile at me, like a peach blossom. However, they always disappear in the long street corner, leaving me looking at a bare tree and fallen leaves all over the ground, falling into the memories of the four seasons with them, listening to the songs of green leaves and the tactfulness of birds. ...

Sometimes, loneliness will make me think quietly, silently pick up the fragments of memory and let my heart flow through the past.

At the back of the school, there is a long street, passing by the shops, showing you prosperity and colorful. Walking into a gift room, there are some moist lights, which turn the whole small shop mask into a mysterious orange, as soft as a midsummer breeze, and gently touch your cheek in the air. I walked in the corridor again and again. Touching those beautiful things, I don't want to leave for a long time. At this time, a touch of bright blue slipped into my eyes, like a long waterfall. In the crystal clear waves, several lively and lovely little dolphins played happily in the waves. Looking intently, it turned out to be a blue wind chime. Gently pluck the wind chimes, you can hear waves of sweet * * *, as if the waves are running and laughing. Wrapped me in a faint blue, unable to extricate myself from happiness. "Do you want to buy it?" A beautiful shop assistant aunt asked me. "No," I rummaged through my pockets. "I have no money." I gathered my collar and walked out of the store, burying my nostalgia in my heart.

Sometimes, loss doesn't mean pain. Let me look at that string of wind chimes from a distance, keep a hope in my heart, let its beauty stay in my memory, let me hold it out from my heart from time to time, and then slowly appreciate it.

I also like to run in the street in rainy days and storms and wander aimlessly. Dig out all my recent experiences from the depths of my memory, gently touch my inner wounds, recall the beauty I have experienced, from school to teachers to classmates, from family to society, think of my repeated exams, repeated failures or successful experiences, and tears gradually overflow my eyes and cheeks. Those tears, salty, have left me in my heart. Let my soul be baptized, forget all the pain and hesitation that once brought me, let me dry my tears, re-examine my life, and let me face a new round of life and study with a brand-new sunshine mentality.

Sometimes, I hold my memories out of my heart and let myself re-examine what I have experienced and done. Just like feeling the loneliness of trees in autumn, the reluctance of leaves and the ruthlessness of the wind, let me fall into memories with trees. Only the geese flying south pass through the sky in my heart, leaving a trace of happiness in my heart. Whether it is pain, loss or gain, it will be a very valuable experience and a different kind of happiness, which will always stay in my heart.

My junior high school is easier to use! Trust me.

7. Who can help me write a composition on the topic of "Familiar places also have scenery"? Don't let night fall on the line. I put on my coat and set foot on a walking route that I don't know how many times I repeated.

On Qing Ji Street in the residential area, the lights of the shops are on. In front of the fruit shop, there was the sound of pots and pans colliding. The family sat around the dining table, and the wife brought hot meals. After a hard day's work, everyone's face is filled with a satisfied smile. The happy appearance of the family made me feel a warm current. Yes, home is a shelter from the wind. Even this simple life brings great spiritual comfort to people!

At the T-junction, under the dim street lamp, an old man over sixty is sleeping on a wooden chair by the roadside. He has a large but docile golden retriever beside him. The golden retriever is beside the old man, rubbing his chest from time to time, bringing him a different kind of warmth and security. I walked quietly for fear of ruining this harmonious and warm atmosphere.

When I got home, the lights in the nearby garage came on, and I saw an old man knitting a sweater slowly with needles and thread. Sometimes when the eyes are sour, they will shed turbid old tears. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children." Those rugged veterans don't know how many painstaking clothes they have knitted for their children.

The walk is over. Familiar places also have scenery, and it is a "love scenery"!

8. How to write a poem in a different landscape is a willow tree in the Tang Dynasty, swaying in the ancient lake; Poetry is a tail fish in the Song Dynasty, wandering in the clear lake; Poetry is a wind in Yuanqu, floating in the alley late at night; Poetry, a song of Ming Dynasty, was sung in Tianshan grassland. Poetry, a girl who plays the role of a dancer in the Qing Dynasty, is singing peerless songs ... poetry, a unique scenery.

Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, enjoyed wine. As long as there is wine, he can create a poem that will never be sung again. "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries." A farewell letter from Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou, Shu Yun, shows Li Bai's satire and disdain for troubled times, and even expresses his disappointment at Li Bai's unsuccessful career. Another sentence "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, tomorrow I will loosen my hair and take a fishing boat." Once again, I wrote Li Bai's relief in the face of a bleak career. Isn't this a different kind of scenery?

Bai Juyi said in Tang Dynasty: "I am ashamed to read this privately, and I can't forget it every day." A poem "Watching the Harvest of Wheat" describes the darkness of the society at that time, as well as sympathy for the working people and extreme satire on the rulers' unearned gains. Isn't this a different kind of scenery?

Du Fu's poems, known as the history of poetry, objectively and truly reflect the social turmoil during the An-Shi Rebellion, and the people are in poverty. No one can know how Du Fu wrote Three Officials and Three Farewells at that moment. Didn't he also write us a different kind of poetic scenery?

Li Bai, Wang Wei, Bai Juyi and Du Fu thousands of years ago. They are all writing by candlelight, leaving their beautiful poems in history forever, writing a different kind of scenery for becoming the swan song of the times, and making us feel their joys and sorrows, their lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments, their helplessness in serving the country, and their intoxication and leisure in the face of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Faced with the unspeakable embarrassment of the people, they used poems to warn ordinary people how powerless they were.

Yes, poetry tells us too much connotation, which makes us appreciate the beauty of poetry and feel its refreshing charm, but at the same time, we have to walk into the poet's inner world.

Walking with poetry, I seem to see willows dancing in the wind, especially full of vitality; It seems that fish are more lively under the touch of water; It seems that I feel the wind blowing across my cheeks, which makes me feel unusually warm; It seems to hear the songs of nature and wake up all the flowers and trees; As if I saw the girl playing the yarn, all the creatures were intoxicated by her beautiful singing. I seem to see the bitterness of poets who care about the world, and the world is awakened by their poems. ...

Poetry, another kind of scenery! Feel it with your heart, and you will feel its beauty.

9. The essay "Familiar places also have scenery" is about hometown. The fourth essay I wrote today is also the fourth time that I don't approve of plagiarism, so I just want to give you an idea.

You may be studying in your hometown and know every inch of your hometown like the back of your hand. You are familiar with the same scene here, rows of shops, schools after schools, nearby parks and buses running between them. You are familiar with the wind in May here, the blue sky in midsummer here, the fiery red clouds in the evening here, and of course, you are familiar with the smiling people all over the world who run around talking to you.

You've always wanted to go out and see, walk and see the scenery outside. Everything in your hometown is too boring for you.

So on a holiday, you really went out. You meet a stranger in a strange city, stroll into a strange shop, sleep in a strange bed in a strange hotel, and watch a strange sunrise on a strange morning. Everything here is very fresh. Although it is similar to your city, it may be much more prosperous than your city. You like it here, because here, you are a fresh person, and the air here is squeezing you, and you can't wait to say hello. However, at night, you must go back to the hotel. You can't see the bus stop sign clearly in the dark, and you are lost in this strange city. It is brightly lit and neon-lit. But not your city. There is no car that you can easily jump on without looking up at the stop sign. Maybe in fact, you're not that crazy about the road. You sit in the hotel early, watching the street lamps outside the window form a Avenue of Stars, leading to the unknown distance that you can't see clearly. Maybe you are a little lonely at this time. You have a postcard you just bought in your hand. You should tell your friends on it that it is very good here and you will stay here for a long time. Now you just want to write, I miss you very much, and I will be back soon.

You lie in bed and start to miss your hometown. Actually, my hometown is very beautiful. There are also clean streets, green trees and red flowers, blue sky and clear water, and parks and museums with a long history. You have seen many backpackers there before, and their expressions are the same as those when you wander in a strange city. You think your hometown is lovely, and your memories are like excellent photographers, taking pictures of your gentle hometown with unknown aperture and unknown angle, which you didn't find or maybe just forgot. Even the building you remember, the window where your parents will look at you from the window, has become extremely gentle.

You finally went home. When your feet stand on this land, you seem to be dreaming. This time, you seem to be a tourist from afar. You can't help admiring this deja vu. You don't feel really home until you are held in your parents' arms.

Familiar places also have scenery, which blooms in our memory for a long time.

Although I write very long, I can't copy it! Add your own ideas ~

10. Familiar places also have scenery.

When I was young, I often played in my yard. It can be said that the courtyard is one of the most familiar places.

I am familiar with it, but I don't like it that much. Because the yard is really messy: buckets are everywhere, clothes are hanging there, and some unwanted pots, spoons, bowls, mops and brooms are piled up in the yard. I always thought there was no scenery here.

Today I moved my desk out of the yard and used natural light to do my homework. When I was tired of time and work, I began to rest in my chair, and my head naturally tilted upward by 30 degrees.

There are three pots of plants on the balcony on the second floor.

A begonia, brown-green, gloomy, with loose branches and leaves, looks like it is going to fall, and I am sweating for it.

A rich bamboo has no rich appearance. It is down and out, with branches broken in the middle, just like a beggar with a serious hunchback.

A pot ... I don't know its name, but its branches and vines have completely hung down from the first floor, as if there was something precious on the first floor, and it stretched out its falling hand. ...

Why? These three kinds of plants can't stand the wind and rain. Why do they still look like this?

So I lamented that this familiar place really has no scenery.

But when I turned my head to the right, I saw a tree. It's a wampee tree with many leaves, green and crystal clear. Look carefully, there is not a dead leaf. However, when I traced back to the source, "my heart seems to have met a thunderbolt": it turned out that it was born in that pile of sundries, and its two branches were carrying clotheslines full of clothes. Under the heavy load, its branches are still strong and powerful, and it seems that there is a continuous vitality, and it is constantly "fighting for height" and has no intention of bowing its head. In green, it bears a full yellow skin, and the brown skin is dotted with green leaves, just like black seeds dotted with red watermelon meat. This tree, swaying in the breeze, looks both rigid and flexible, and it is really beautiful.

I didn't know there was still scenery here, so I began to indulge in it.

But I began to think again: Why is there such a big difference? I turned my head repeatedly and looked at the plants on both sides.

Those three plants growing on the second floor, relying on their own high starting point, constantly indulge themselves, give up halfway, and never even try to go up. Although they have branches and leaves, they have no tenacity and vitality.

And this wampee tree, although it grows in sundries, often experiences wind and rain, always bears a heavy clothesline, but it persists, it is tenacious, overcomes all bad congenital conditions, and it grows taller, greener and more mature than the plants on the second floor!

It turns out that there is a landscape in the yard, which I am familiar with, and I didn't find it until today.

After reading it, I buried my head again to do my homework, but my heart kept pointing to the yellow bark tree.