A junior high school composition describing pear blossoms

Five junior high school compositions describing pear blossoms

Trees and pears, like snow and flowers, are as deep as the sea. As white as snow. Being in it, the sea of flowers rises and falls, and the sea of flowers embraces each other, feeling relaxed and carefree. The following is my junior high school composition about pear blossoms. I hope you like it!

When there is no trace of the passage of time and the cycle of time, you will suddenly look back and find what is hidden behind the long drama of time. The purpose of this passbook is: honesty.

This reminds me of my father. A person who has only one quality except the mud on his feet, always loses money in business and calls me vain.

What is dad doing at this time? Do you close your eyes under the pear tree?

The pear tree in my yard is only a few feet high, with sparse leaves and late flowers, but this does not affect my father's love for it at all. So this pear tree can still grow tenaciously. A few years ago, my father contracted the orchard. In spring, pear trees and fruit trees all over the mountain are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. There are the most pear trees, and my father spends all his time in the garden.

It's really hard to predict. Who would have thought that the money he got was taken back by the God of Wealth: the worms went straight into the pear core in the peel, and the whole pear surface was pleasing to the eye, but in fact, someone advised his father not to sign a contract with that customer. You wrapped a bag in a paper bag, and then father's face sank.

Those days were very hard at home: going to school in the city cost money at home, and my brother's marriage was coming soon. All this made my father at a loss. I can see that the prison engraved on my father's forehead is bleak, and his eyebrows seem to have collapsed, so that his eyes are sunken. Father has no habit of smoking and drinking. He sat on the steps all day, staring at the pear trees all over the mountain. Mother was afraid that he would not walk out of the dead end, so she changed hands behind her father's back. But how can you wrap the fire in paper? So, one day what should have happened finally happened. Voice from intermittent to high and low, and then curse, cry, silence. A few days later, my father led a man into the house, spread thousands of dollars on the table and said, brother, you take this money away, which is compensation. If it doesn't sell, I'll pull it back.

My father is an honest farmer and has never made much money in business. He complained about his low culture; Neighbors said that he was too dishonest. At the farmer's table, when my father faced me, I only bowed my head and grilled rice. He looked down on my bad faith, such as always being late for appointments. I hate to admit it, but I'm changing. Therefore, I prefer to look at his back, which makes people think infinitely from scratch and stretch this integrity back and forth in boundless time and space.

Pear blossoms wither in spring, which is too hasty. It is said that the pear blossoms are blooming and spring is back. But because of my father's frankness, I said that the pear blossoms, flying beads and broken jade scattered all over the place were full of the luster of this old farmer's quality. Even if they are scattered into mud and crushed into dust, they will smell as good as ever!

I have missed you for a long time, my pear flower.

A junior high school composition describing pear blossoms (Part II) Standing opposite me is a pear tree. It is not as lush as other trees, so it grows strangely in this world, as if an old man who is sick and blind is helplessly waiting for the end. My heart suddenly twitched and fear came again. I squatted down and hugged my feet and sobbed.

I never consider myself a rational person, so I can only live in this world by my own perceptual knowledge. Stroll through the city under colorful neon lights. Just a careless moment, it stirred everything in sight.

For the exam, I studied day and night, and in order to keep him, I tried to change myself. Of course, this result is not what I want, but what does it mean?

I used to feel that living was meaningless, because I felt that I had been forgotten by God and everything. But I didn't kill myself because I was afraid of pain. When the knife cut across my wrist, my skin cracked and my blood was slightly congested. From that moment on, I was completely. What? I don't know exactly, but somehow I feel that my destiny has been touched by others.

A crow flew over the pear tree, leaving only a sad cry, like a passer-by in the life of a pear tree, rushing by and leaving quietly.

I am a person who is not good at talking, not because I don't trust people around me, but because I am afraid that they will alienate me after listening to my heart. So I have to spill my feelings on my composition. There are still many joys and sorrows in my quiet life. I just hope that I can always write down everything that happens around me and freeze these things with paper and pen.

I remember one day, I saw an article that ended with the words: In June on campus, there were tears of love everywhere, which brought trouble to innocent buttonwood trees. I think I will remember many years later that at the age of twenty, there was a weeping buttonwood tree in Hangzhou. I don't know if the pear tree in front of me will shed tears, but I know it will hurt, just like me.

Looking at the pale face of the pear tree in front of me, I was relieved. In fact, gorgeous people and poor people have only one ending-surrender to the earth. This is just a reincarnation, the reincarnation of destiny takes a hand. Dreaming a dream, when the fragrance of pear flowers died quietly, I was just moved by that moment. At the same time, the order has not changed, time has not stagnated, and no one will care about me.

After many years, I think I am still writing with paper and pen, still lost in neon lights, and still living in this colorful world with my own perceptual knowledge.

Junior high school composition describes pear blossoms (Chapter III) In the spring of March, the teacher will take us to the pear garden to see the snow pear blossoms.

Looking at the snowflakes in the garden, I often think: Why is it called snow pear flower? My father told me: because the pears planted in our hometown are as white as snow and as sweet as honey, they melt in the mouth. So it is named Sydney, which is also a major feature of our hometown. Its flower is called Sydney. At that time, I had a deep understanding of Sydney, so I only liked Sydney among all the flowers.

Standing among the pear trees, I carefully looked at the blossoming Sydney, some in bud, some slim, and the branches were white and flawless. When the spring breeze blows, pear blossoms bloom all over the trees, pear blossoms fly all over the sky, and pear blossoms float all over the ground. What a beautiful pear world! What a fairyland on earth! No wonder so many people read and paint poems.

Sydney is simple and strong. Once, I accidentally broke a Sydney that was not fully opened. Because I liked the faint pear fragrance, I was reluctant to give up, so I took it home and put it in a vase. I didn't expect it to be fully open the next day. I was ecstatic and danced with a vase. Who says only rich peonies are amazing? Who said that only arrogant plum blossoms can be appreciated? Pear blossoms in the warm sunshine, although so simple, show the most beautiful side in front of people. How can I not love them?

Snow pears always bloom in time in the spring season, but they are magnificent. In a blink of an eye, there was no sound, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers dissipated in the branches, in exchange for green buds, and then numerous pears. Pear flower is just a flash in the pan, but it gives elegance to the world and leaves sadness to itself. The short opening process is to let people see Sydney, Huang Cancan in autumn.

Pear blossoms are also the busiest season for pear farmers. Bees used to transfer pollen, but now there are fewer bees. At present, pollination is mainly carried out manually. Whenever the weather is fine and the temperature is high, the sun comes out in the morning and the dew on the stamens is still wet. Pear farmers climbed up the tree, holding pollen from the male tree in one hand and bamboo sticks in the other, pollinating pear flowers one by one like dragonflies. The scene is spectacular.

Now, my hometown holds the "China Cangxi Pear Festival" every year. People use flowers as a medium to attract more tourists to enjoy Sydney, and more businesses invest and build factories here. I am very happy to see more and more people like it!

My hometown Hanyuan is a famous hometown of flowers and fruits in China. Spring has come, Hanyuan is sunny and the spring is getting stronger. Cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms and plum blossoms in Jiuxiang Mountain are in full bloom. Among these flowers, pear flower has the longest flowering period, the largest area and the most beautiful one. The budding flowers and bones on the pear tree are looking forward to the arrival of the spring breeze that night. Farmers in garlic fields are singing the melody of spring, harvesting young garlic shoots with hardworking hands, and their faces are filled with the happiness of spring.

In March this year, the third Pear Flower Festival in Hanyuan County was grandly opened. The Pear Blossom Festival and the blooming of 10,000 mu of pears have attracted tourists from all over the country. My parents and I didn't fall behind and came to the pear garden early to enjoy the flowers. As soon as I entered the pear garden, I was stunned by the scenery in front of me. The pear blossoms all over the mountains turned the whole pear garden white. Clusters of beautiful pears, one after another, attracted my attention. Like fairies, pear fairies welcome visitors from all directions with smiles. They are scrambling to show their elegance and charm to tourists.

Seen from a distance, pear flowers look like white cotton. A breeze blew, and the petals fell like snowflakes, which was very beautiful. A closer look shows that some pear flowers covered with branches are in bud, like small marshmallows waiting for me to taste; Some opened their petals, like a small white trumpet waiting for me to play and welcome guests from all directions; Some petals blow off half, revealing red stamens, like sleeping beauty wearing little red riding hood waiting for guests to wake up with laughter; Some are like fairy white gauze skirts, floating in the wind, waiting for guests to watch; Some fly in the air like butterflies, waiting for the arrival of their partners; be ...

We were among the flowers, as if we had forgotten the purpose of our trip. A breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is fragrant, refreshing and comfortable.

We climbed to the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. The whole pear garden has become a white ocean, as white as snow, and it looks whiter and brighter under the sunlight. At this time, I can't help but think of the poem of Cen Can, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Night comes like spring breeze, blowing away ten thousand pears". Looking at this beautiful scenery, I couldn't wait to pick up my camera and take a picture of the pear garden.

Friends, visit the flower sea and fruit country, enjoy ten thousand mu of pear flowers and see colorful Hanyuan. Our hometown has such beautiful scenery, come and enjoy it! The industrious and enthusiastic Hanyuan people welcome you! Welcome to Hanyuan! !

A junior high school composition describing pear blossoms (Chapter 5) Spring has arrived and everything is reviving. Colorful flowers are in full bloom. Today, our family decided to go to Kowloon to see pear blossoms.

When I got off the bus, I looked up at the mountain, which was white. Like white clouds floating down from the sky, it is very spectacular and beautiful. Coupled with the rape blossoms and pink peach blossoms in Huang Chengcheng, it presents a colorful spring scene against the blue sky and white clouds.

There are many people enjoying the flowers, and they are bustling. Four or five people walk up the mountain in groups. I also followed the flower watchers to the mountains. Pear trees are planted along the hillside, layered on top of each other. Snow-white pear blossoms are particularly elegant and beautiful against the backdrop of small green leaves. Walking on the winding mountain road, I was surrounded by a snow-white pear flower. Pears on both sides are dancing in the breeze. I was in the sea of flowers, as if I had entered a fairy-tale world of snow. I shuttled between pear trees, took photos with them and greeted each pear tree.

I was attracted by the beautiful pear flower, so I came closer and watched it carefully. Pears are next to each other, crawling all over the branches, as if scrambling to spread out gorgeous flowers for me to enjoy. A pear has five petals, each as big as a finger. Touch the thin petals, as smooth as satin. Like the stars hanging on the treetops, they laugh and play together like five naughty dolls. Stamens are embedded in the middle of flowers, like three shrinking cherries, sitting on a soft five-star bed. Smell it, and a faint fragrance comes to the nose. Very comfortable and refreshing.

We climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down. There are white, red, yellow and green at the foot of the mountain. The essential pigments for gouache painting are neatly placed there. How can such a charming scenery not be fascinating?

This beautiful scenery has also attracted many painting lovers and photographers from all over the country to "copy" this beautiful scenery.

Looking at the snow-white pears all over the mountain, I think there will be another bumper harvest of pears in Mianzhu this year.