Camellia oleifera imitation composition

1. Composition about Camellia oleifera My hometown is the hometown of Camellia oleifera. As the main color of hometown, the green color of rape blossoms almost decorates the mountains and rivers of hometown as picturesque, beautiful and exquisite, and the seasons are like spring.

In mid-autumn, the golden breeze is refreshing, and the tea seeds covered with branches exude a mature fragrance, which is intoxicating. I am surrounded by green mountains and green valleys, and I feel the loveliness of my hometown and the amiability of tea trees.

I love this hot land where I was born and raised, and I love the tea tree with the reputation of "mother of green". Camellia oleifera is the unique "mother tree" of Camellia oleifera. Its broadness and selflessness, its unrequited dedication, its noble quality and its distinctive personality are particularly worthy of people's love, emotion, admiration and praise.

I like Camellia oleifera so much, mainly because it is an evergreen tree and is called "the mother of green" by the villagers in my hometown. No matter whether it is cold or hot, or wind, frost, rain and snow, she can always maintain her lush and vibrant youth all year round.

Compared with the pine and cypress known as "evergreen tree", she has both evergreen and indomitable nobility like pine and cypress, and her own unpretentious beauty and comeliness; At the same time, she also has a distinctive personality like a deciduous shrub, which is in full bloom and dazzling, does not fall in autumn and does not bloom in spring. What people particularly like is that red plum has a detached temperament of standing out from the crowd and smiling proudly in winter, and camellia oleifera also has a proud demeanor of blooming in autumn, comparable to "primrose" and "Rui snowflake".

Camellia oleifera, you are undoubtedly the evergreen tree that I love and love. I admire and praise Camellia oleifera mainly because it is the "tree of life" of green economy in my hometown.

Camellia oleifera can not only bring green and hope to the spiritual life of hometown people, but also bring economic benefits to the material life of hometown people. Camellia oleifera as a high value-added economic forest, its economic value and function are really like a "cash cow", which is enviable. The oil extracted from Camellia oleifera seeds is called pure natural green edible oil by modern people and has the reputation of "the king of vegetable oil". Long-term consumption of animal oil can not only prolong life, but also prevent and avoid the adverse effects on the body caused by eating animal oil.

Camellia oleifera, you are not only a "cash cow" for hometown people, but also a "tree of life" for modern people to create a fashionable green economy. The reason why I praise Camellia oleifera so loudly is more important because she is the "mother tree" of our hometown of Camellia oleifera. She is not only a symbol of the hometown of Camellia oleifera, but also a symbol of the native land.

As a symbol of the motherland, the mother tree impressed me the most. I can't forget her noble qualities of generosity, her great maternal feelings of dedication and dedication, her lofty integrity and excellent personality charm, which are especially worthy of my admiration and admiration! She gave us spring-like warmth and happiness; She gave the son of Camellia oleifera green and hope; What she owes to future generations is milk and life. Camellia oleifera, you are a well-deserved "mother tree" in the eyes of hometown people.

Camellia oleifera, I love not only your charming green, but also your refreshing fragrance.

2. Hometown Camellia oleifera composition is 500 words. I have tasted refreshing Pu 'er tea, thought-provoking Tieguanyin tea and refreshing Longjing tea ... but if you want to ask me which of the many famous teas is the most memorable and memorable. I will tell you without hesitation that these famous teas are not my favorite. Tea, my favorite is our Yao Camellia.

It's simple and fragrant, which makes me feel nostalgic like my relatives in my hometown.

My home is in Yiyao Township, Hezhou, Guangxi. Qingshan gave birth to beautiful tea trees and our simple Yao nationality.

Want to drink a cup of authentic Yaoxiang Camellia oleifera, is very particular.

The selection of materials should not be sloppy. Tea is our own tea grown in Yaoxiang (generally, nothing on the market can beat our own tea flavor). Good tea is the tea in the Qingming period; Oil and common edible oil are also acceptable, but fresh chicken oil is the best choice. Because the brown color and taste of fresh chicken oil are very attractive and distinctive; Ginger, it must be ginger. The new ginger is not spicy enough, and the tea tastes strong and impure. Water must be boiled water; Salt is common edible salt.

After selecting the materials, you can start playing with camellias. The procedure of Camellia oleifera is also very particular. As far as its utensils are concerned, ordinary pots can't make good camellia oleifera, so there should be special pots. This pot is not big, it is made of pig iron, just enough for about 6 people to eat. A special wooden hammer is used to knead tea leaves, and a special filter made of bamboo pieces is used to filter tea leaves. Before you start Camellia oleifera, put the tea leaves in a pot and boil them with water, then pour them out and rinse them with clean water. After all this is done, you can cook the pot on a special electric stove and break the ginger when preheating. When the pot is hot, you can put the tea and ginger in the pot and knead it slowly (you can put garlic). When the tea leaves start to stick to the pot, it's time to put some salt into the pot and rub it together. After a while, you can put in boiling water. When adding boiling water, pour a small amount of boiling water first, then knead it, and then add appropriate amount of boiling water according to the number of people. When the tea is boiled, add appropriate salt and stir again. In this way, you can cook a cup of fragrant camellia.

Put chopped green onion, fried rice, fried peanuts and small avocado in the bowl (different personal hobbies will have different ways of placing). Then pour the camellia oleifera out of the pot. In an instant, crispy butter fruit, white fried rice and green chopped green onion become attractive under the scouring of camellia oleifera. Have a taste, and the fragrant feeling will definitely make you memorable. This feeling is a little bitter in spicy, and a little fragrant in bitter. Isn't this tea as bitter and sweet as our life journey? Taste tea like life! The strong tea fragrance and the smell of peanuts and chopped green onion have a different feeling slowly.

Camellia oleifera is also a feature of our hotel. If you have the opportunity to come to Yaoxiang, Hezhou, no matter who you visit, he will warmly offer you a bowl of thick camellia oleifera. According to some Chinese medicine practitioners, drinking camellia oleifera also has the medical functions of dispelling cold and heat, refreshing and resisting fatigue.

3. A 400-word composition describing Camellia oleifera. To say that one of the characteristics of Wu Zhi is delicious and oily camellia! On the streets of Wuzhi, Camellia oleifera is often hung with bits and pieces of Hu spicy soup and eight-treasure porridge, so I love Hu spicy soup, and I have certainly experienced the taste of Camellia oleifera. However, that kind of feeling is not so good for us primary school students!

Although the taste is not so delicious, the technology of Wuzhi Camellia oleifera is complicated! If you look at nothing but the materials, you will be surprised: fried sesame seeds, peeled peanut kernels (crushed), walnut kernels (crushed), star anise, pepper, fennel, clove, cinnamon, tsaoko, dried tangerine peel, dried galangal flour, corn starch, sesame oil and refined salt, so as to cook a pot of oil tea. Of course, for those old people, camellia oleifera is a rare delicacy. Get up every morning, find a stall with camellia oleifera, ask for a bowl of camellia oleifera to taste slowly, and smack your mouth carefully. The taste and enjoyment are unparalleled!

Although I don't like camellia oleifera, it doesn't mean I haven't eaten it. One day I went to eat Hu spicy soup, which was just sold out. I pursed my lips as soon as I heard this. The proprietress comforted me and said, "There are still some camellia oleifera. Why don't you try? " I had no choice but to order a bowl. I regretted it at the first bite. What is that smell? It's salty, spicy and sweet, and it seems a little sour, mixed with peanuts that I don't like. I almost held my nose and drank a bowl, and all the old people next to me drank with relish. After drinking the next bowl, they want another bowl. Not only did I put a question mark on my head, but the proprietress seemed to see my question and answered me: "Old people have the love of old people, young people have the love of young people, and their love is camellia oleifera." Oh, I understood as soon as I heard the explanation.

I heard that Wuzhi Camellia oleifera has a magical origin! It is a famous snack in Henan province, with a history of more than 300 years. Legend has it that Yong Zhengdi visited Wuzhi County on the bank of the Yellow River in Qing Dynasty to prevent the Yellow River from flooding. For the sake of the emperor's diet, the county magistrate broke his brain. Finally, I found a famous local chef. The chef remembered the legendary Camellia oleifera praised by Emperor Guangwu of Han Dynasty, and he carefully made a bowl for the emperor. After the emperor ate it, he was surprised. Since then, Wuzhi Camellia oleifera has become famous all over the world, and it has been sold all over the country. Hey, hey, it's hanging. If the emperor visited other counties instead of Wuzhi County, Wuzhi Camellia might be called Zhengzhou Camellia, Jiaozuo Camellia, Luoyang Camellia and Kaifeng Camellia. ...

4. How does Pengshanwang Camellia write a 300-word composition? The composition starts with yourself.

Calm is the basis of successful writing. Xu Jingde, a junior high school student in Qinglong, Pengshan, Sichuan, said that "composure is the basis of successful composition". "My compositions are all self-centered. Why didn't I succeed?" He regards the "I" representing the author in his composition as "ego". Whether there is "ego" in a composition does not depend on whether there is the word "I" representing the author. The key lies in "the mind of the ego inside, the personality of the ego above, and the living thought of the ego in the depths."

All successful compositions have a "self". This "ego" is mainly manifested in three aspects: ego's mind, ego's personality and ego's living thought.

Let's look at the following composition. I look forward to letters from my friends. Fang Xiulian will always be relaxed and happy if she has letters.

When I held the note, I had mixed feelings. When I read the letter, I felt kind. Once, twice, three times ... I read it word for word again and again. There are often days and nights that mean a lot, and there are times when I can see tears in my eyes. Is it because I was moved to tears by my friends' warm care and good wishes, or because I am lonely, depressed, hard, unfortunate and uneasy about my friends? I often heard from my friends the other day.

In the days of harmonious spring breeze, the sun is shining and colorful; The hot sun is in the sky, the sun is like fire, and cicadas are singing; In the days when the valley surges, the autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are falling; In the cold wind, snowflakes are fluttering and everything is depressed. Faith is emotion, faith is friendship, faith is happiness and faith is a friend! It feels good to have a letter! But I haven't received the letter for a long time. It's been over half a year! What's the matter with you? I sent eight letters in a row, but there was no reply.

Every time I send a letter, it is inevitable to calculate the approximate time for my friend to reply. In those days, I went to the mailroom every day, but I never saw the fonts that my friends were familiar with.

Go away full of hope and return empty-handed. There is a feeling of being abandoned and forgotten in my heart, and loneliness sweeps through; Back to the dormitory, I tried to find a lot of reasons to comfort myself: maybe the post office made a mistake, maybe my friend was busy, maybe there would be a letter tomorrow ... and then I didn't want to go to the mailroom, for fear that that little hope would turn into seven-color soap bubbles too early.

So I stood at the door of the dormitory, looked blankly at the mailroom, saw someone coming out of there, and told myself, "Don't ask, don't ask." Can't wait to ask: "Is there any letter for me?" "No."

These two words hurt my ears. I was at a loss to see the joy of other students receiving letters and reading them. Why doesn't my friend write? Is our friendship wind or wind? It's time to blow it again.

Stay on topic for a long time? Is "Busy" the best reason not to reply? ..... I'm not demanding. I just hope to receive an occasional reply. Even if there are only a few simple greetings in the letter, or even an empty envelope, there is still a temporary excitement. I can also comfort myself with "Maybe my friend forgot to sign the letter". Think of a sentence my friend said when he left: "People will change, and everything just goes with the flow." But I still don't understand. Do "changing" and "letting nature take its course" mean forgetting old friends? ..... In the future, I will continue to write to my friends and tell them that I am waiting for a letter every day, and then I look forward to receiving a letter from my friends.

Looking forward to hearing from friends, forever. (Selected from Reading and Writing Garden) Comment and Guidance This composition is successful, and its main success lies in its "self-mind", that is, perception.

On the day when there was a letter, "I had mixed feelings when I held it, and I felt very kind when I read it." Again and again, twice, three times ... Reading over and over again, word for word, there are often endless feelings day and night ",which is love; On the day of waiting for the letter, "I go to the mailroom every day, but I can't see the fonts that my friends are familiar with." "

..... Back to the dormitory, I tried to find many reasons to comfort myself ... Later, I didn't want to go to the mailroom for fear that my only hope would turn into seven-color soap bubbles prematurely. So I stood at the door of the dormitory, staring blankly at the mailroom, and saw a classmate coming out of there, mentally telling myself: don't ask, don't ask.

But the mouth can't wait to ask,' Is there any letter for me?' ? "This is the cohesion of love; If it weren't for emotion, the author wouldn't say, "I'm not demanding, I just hope to get a reply. Even if there are only a few simple greetings in the letter, or even an empty envelope, there is still a brief excitement. You can comfort yourself with' Maybe my friend forgot to pack stationery'"; I won't say, "in the future, I will continue to write to my friends and tell them every day." After that, I look forward to hearing from my friends.

I look forward to hearing from you, forever. "It can be said that the whole composition is full of' feelings', which is the' self-heart' of love, care and mourning for friends.

This is the root of the success of this composition. If you remove it and just say, "I always wait for letters from my friends, sometimes I wait, sometimes I don't", will the composition still have the breath of success? It's your pleasure to know me. Rao Yun Yan Qian's mantra is "It's my pleasure to know you".

But I insisted, "It's your pleasure to know me." How's it going? Taste my spicy taste! A chubby face, a pair of discolored myopia glasses on the nose, a pair of big eyes under a faint eyebrow, a short and tidy nose, a big mouth and a dustpan.

If I stare at you, I will scare you away. This is my portrait.

Sixteen years old, I am a member of the League branch of our class-actually, I know nothing about this job. However, I'm happy to serve you.

I am cheerful and have many friends. Don't worry, not friends.

We can be friends if you like. How's it going? Do you want it? I have many shortcomings, such as crying, being angry, laughing, laughing ... I am the only child in my family and my parents love me very much. Whoever wants to bully me must prepare some handkerchiefs first! Why? Wow, wow, it's good to wipe your tears when you cry! I'm an anti-bullying expert. I won't stop until I win.

I also like to fight with my classmates, jump around and often make trouble. When you are hit, you will scream, "Oh, my God!" " You and I are together, which is enough for you to enjoy.

Don't just watch me cry without ambition. I am a heroine on the court.

I began to learn ball at the age of eleven (grade four in primary school), and I have been in primary school for five years.

5. Writing the composition of hometown specialty Tea Oil In my hometown, there are shiny green tea trees all over the mountain. Pearly camellia stems are really popular. Tea oil extracted from Camellia oleifera seeds tastes a little bitter, but it is purer than other edible oils and more conducive to human health. City people like this kind of camellia oil very much, so mountain people transport it to the city to sell it, and then use the money to buy things they need more. If you catch a light or visit relatives, the women in the village often put a handful of tea oil on their black hair, and then the black hair looks more shiny. The children have a song: a beautiful girl, dressed in flowery clothes and with oil on her head, is bright and cheerful, and secretly meets your husband.

Every year after the "first frost" is a good season for tea seeds to produce oil. At that time, there was no forest contract, and no one would suffer. It is natural to get up early and go up the mountain.

At that time, my mother also went up the mountain to pick tea seeds. In order to collect more tea seeds, she gets up earlier than others every day. On one occasion, my sister-in-law and I woke up early, and when my mother was not around, we burst into tears. Grandpa came and advised us not to pick fruit for us. That day, we three brothers and sisters craned our necks from morning till night, waiting for our mother to come back. At dusk, my mother finally came back with two sacks of bulging things. We think those are delicious fruits, and we can't wait to open the bags as soon as mom puts down the burden. Very disappointed, there are all some tea seeds in it, and there are no delicious fruits. Seeing our impatience, mother smiled. She first asked us to pour her a cup of tea, and then slowly took out a small cloth bag from her breast pocket. Open on see, it is full of a kind of Huang Chengcheng mountain fruit called "Karaka". Mother divided the fruit into three parts and gave it to our three brothers and sisters. Holding those mangosteen in his hand, a warm afterheat immediately spread all over his body from his palm. This warmth comes from my mother. Mother watched us eat fruits one by one, and her face showed infinite joy. Those wild fruits are delicious and memorable, and I still can't forget them.

Having tasted the sweetness of the first time, we want to eat it for the second time and the third time. Every evening, the three of us will stand at the head of the village on time. Waiting for the mother's return, waiting for the tempting sweet fruit.

However, one day, my mother died of illness and could not go up the mountain to extract tea seeds. My sister-in-law and I carried our family on our backs, holding my mother's sacks full of camellia oleifera, and secretly followed the adults up the mountain to extract tea seeds.

The hillside in autumn really teaches people to love the charming red leaves, and the beautiful and unknown mountain flowers that smell sweet and suck honey deeply attract us. We ran happily on the hillside, and the matter of extracting tea seeds has long been forgotten.

I didn't know we were in trouble until I got home at night. Because after our family disappeared, we were anxious to look everywhere. Mom has been out for a long time and hasn't come back yet. We are too scared to walk in the hall. As night fell, my mother finally came back when everyone was brightly lit. Standing outside the door, tired and anxious, with tears in his eyes. Suddenly I found the three of us in the hall, so I was so angry that I immediately picked up a small bamboo branch and rained it on us, beating us to tears and begging my mother to spare us. Mother finally put down the bamboo branch in her hand. Suddenly, he hugged the three of us tightly and burst into tears. From then on, we never dared to sneak out to play behind our family's back.

After the tea seeds are dried and pressed for oil. Our children are the happiest. Because every year after the tea oil comes out, my mother will exchange it for money, some for me to pay tuition and some for my family. Then my mother took some money from the spare money at home and prepared a hearty meal to celebrate. This meal is not rich. Today may be nothing, but I will never forget it. Camellia seed "Karaka" ...

6. I love Camellia oleifera in my hometown. My father loves mountains and is resolute and strong. Father loves tea deeply.

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There are always a lot of casual actions that people will never forget.

Put out a wisp of smoke.

Dad lit a cigarette, and a trace of white smoke curled up and slowly dispersed in the air like a cloud. The smell of smoke soon filled the whole living room. I raised my head buried in the newspaper and coughed a few times. That sound is very subtle. But dad seems to be very sensitive about this. I immediately put out my cigarette, fanned my hand in the air and gave me a sorry smile. In my heart, the moment of stubbing out cigarettes has long been eternal. There is a feeling that I am jumping in my heart. I don't know where the father's love is now, it's all in a wisp of smoke.

Turn around. Turn around.

"Study hard and listen carefully in class." This is the last thing my father said to me before he came home. In my eyes, my father will always be like this. He loves me so little. A friend said, "Parents always look back when they leave their children." But I never believed it. Looking at my father's drifting back, every step he takes adds a little disappointment to my heart. Suddenly, he stopped, steadied his bike, turned around and kissed my eyes in the air. He waved to me. Turned and rode away. When he got on the bike, I saw his white hair fluttering in the wind. Looking at the figure of my father, who is no longer young, tears climbed into my eyes and quietly overflowed. Dad turned around and soaked my heart in warm water, which was warm. Where is Father's Love today? It's all in the moment of looking back.

Pass a white umbrella.

I was running in the rain and suddenly there was no rain overhead. I looked up and saw a white umbrella blooming like white flowers in the rain. Dad reached out and hit my umbrella on his head, holding me in the rain. Take me around the puddle and avoid the traffic all the way. At the end of the school gate, he handed me the white umbrella with his gentle big hand and turned and walked into the rain. Where is Father's Love today? Everything is in gentle hands.

I still remember a sentence my father gave me when I was six years old: If I love you, I will hold you in my palm.

The actions of love, dribs and drabs, ordinary but great, are full of love, and I will never forget them.

7. Composition of Hunan specialty Camellia oleifera, 350 words. There are many snacks in my hometown, such as box cakes, pot stickers, tofu balls and stinky tofu. . But my favorite is stinky tofu.

From time to time, there were waves of tempting shouts on the streets of Pucheng: "Come and buy authentic stinky tofu, which is delicious and cheap!" "When it comes to stinky tofu, everyone in Pucheng will give a thumbs up.

Stinky tofu smells bad and tastes good. Today, my mother and I went shopping and I begged her to buy me stinky tofu. I saw that the stall owner fished out pieces of stinky tofu one inch square from the "brine" and then fried it in the oil pan. At this time, you can hear a "squeaking" sound. Stir-fry for about two minutes, and the string of stinky tofu will be cooked, so the stall owner can eat the string of stinky tofu neatly. I took a bite of stinky tofu and put it in my mouth. "Wow, it's delicious!" I can't help crying. I wolfed down stinky tofu, as if delicacies were not as good as delicacies. Unconsciously, a string of stinky tofu was swallowed. At this time, I felt my mouth was so hot that I gasped. My mother next to me smiled and said, "Do you want a bunch?" I scratched my head and replied shyly, "I want to, but my stomach is too small." Mother listened, pointed to my head and said, "You greedy kitten." Say that finish, we all burst out laughing.

I love all kinds of snacks in my hometown, but I love stinky tofu in my hometown more.

Comments:

1. The author first briefly introduces the flavor snacks in his hometown, and then highlights his love for stinky tofu. Through street selling and admiration from hometown people, he shows that stinky tofu is a favorite food. Next, the author introduces the production and taste of stinky tofu in detail. The description is concrete and vivid, and the author's real experience makes people feel the same after reading it. The ending highlights the central idea again.

2. The article echoes before and after, with prominent viewpoints, appropriate details, distinct levels and clear organization.

3. The language of the article is vivid, full of childlike interest and love for hometown.

8. There is a magical place about Fuchuan Camellia oleifera in the composition, and that is my hometown. It is located in the southwest of China-Guangxi, and has a unique karst landform.

Anyone who has been to Guangxi knows in their hearts that the biggest feature of Guangxi is its natural and delicate mountains and clear and calm water.

Mountains, mountains, countless mountains, peaks and turns, green hills outside the mountains. This mountain is like a sword inserted into the sky, that mountain is like a jade pillar supporting the sky, another mountain is like a solemn old man standing in the sky overlooking the earth, and the other mountain is like a shy girl, covering her beautiful face with white clouds as a scarf. The distant mountains here are continuous, just like a long dragon flying into the distance; Looking over there, the mountains overlap and there are many peaks, just like rough waves and huge waves emptying. The styles of mountains are different, some are majestic, some are elegant, some are quiet, some are vigorous, some are magnificent in the sun, and some are vague in the fog. Each of them has his own temperament and personality, which makes you awe, linger, admire and fall in love. You see, this mountain really looks like a beauty. You see, the milky white morning mist hanging halfway up the mountain is like gauze floating in front of her, and the stones all over the mountain are exquisite and become gems embedded in clothes. Looking around, rows of green trees are like tassels on the lower iron. A gentle gray slope leads halfway up the mountain, and a long ribbon hangs around her waist. ...

Guilin Lijiang River lives up to its reputation. The Lijiang River receives thousands of Chinese and foreign tourists every day. What are the characteristics of Lijiang River to attract these Chinese and foreign tourists? Let me reveal the secret! "The riverside is as green as blue", and the sparkling Lijiang River is like an emotional eye, so subtle and profound. The soft sunshine dyed the Lijiang River colorful, and the breeze rippled and lifted countless bands of light, just like strips of plain silk fluttering on the water. After the wind, there are even more beautiful images of white clouds, green trees and mountains that are calm but printed. And with the sound of "Hua Hua", we can also see many white spots flashing in the water, just like the stars in the night sky, which are fish swimming around in the water. ...

Ah, the mountains and rivers in Guangxi. You have added a lot of glory to Guangxi! Ah, Guangxi, I love you.