Observation, research, tree selection and writing

1. Observe how to write a peach tree composition

There are several tall peach trees not far from my home. From a distance, they look like a plant sculpture left over from ancient times.

when you look closer, the leaves of peach trees are green, yellow in the green, like glittering and translucent gems. There are some tiny gears on both sides of its leaves, and there are several diagonal lines in the middle of the leaves, which feels like dismemberment. In autumn, the leaves turn yellow and fall from the trees, laying a golden carpet on the ground. Looking back, it looks like a beautiful scenery.

Peach, the fruit of peach tree, is covered with a layer of white hair, which is very comfortable to the touch, but unexpectedly it has planted the curse of itching. The fruits of peach trees are huge, like pink gems. In this harvest season, the trees are full of fruits, which is a fascinating sight.

The trunk of a peach tree is brown and connected to the crown, like the tentacles of a snail. The leaves turn from green to green, from small to large, and its body is stout. I think there must be many rings on it if it is cut down. It seems that these peach trees are old people!

Peach trees exude a faint fragrance. I picked a peach, ate the flesh and planted the peach pit under the tree. I really hope it can grow up quickly and see if it is as imposing as their parents.

2. Observe how to write the diary plant 2-word peach tree

At the edge of my playground, there is a peach tree that grows silently, and it dries up and dies because of our neglect.

the next spring, a miracle happened! The originally dry branches not only turned green overnight, but also sprouted buds on them. Later, the longer and denser the leaves, it caught our attention.

Peach Tree learned the last lesson, so he decided to shape his own life!

Now, peach trees are taking root hard and their leaves are growing rapidly. Even in the storm, peach trees are still so strong.

Peach trees have shaped their lives. There are no other trees around him, which is not safe at all. Therefore, he is afraid of being blown down by the wind, so he takes root desperately. He is afraid of being wet by the rain, so he "squeezes out" the buds.

Although no one watered him, he knew that only when the roots were deeply rooted could water grow.

ningdi series 2Dd3 214-11-6 3. survey report on observing trees 16 words

once upon a time, there were lush and beautiful trees in the big forest, and the air was fresh and sweet.

One day, a farmer brought people from the village to the forest. He didn't come to plant trees, but to cut them down. A month has passed, a year has passed, there are fewer and fewer trees, the air is getting worse and worse, and more and more stakes are exposed. The forest is not as beautiful as before.

Many trees have been made into matches, furniture, puppets for children, and a lot of wood has disappeared with the firewood on the roof ...

People cut down a lot of trees without any constraints, resulting in sandstorms, tsunamis, floods, droughts and other disasters.

One spring, a little girl thought to herself: We should protect trees, not hurt them! The little girl said to the people in the village, "We should not hurt trees, but protect them!"! Trees can block the wind and sand and the tsunami, which is of great benefit to us! " The people in the village listened to the little girl's words and immediately took action, planting many trees, and the forest returned to its original beautiful appearance.

children, we should also learn from that little girl to protect trees! 4.

There is a mimosa in my family. I am very concerned about its growth. I go to see it every day. It has green spikes and pink hairy flowers. It is very beautiful. When it touches its leaves, it looks like a shy little girl. Its head is lowered and its leaves are closed. Do you know why? Let me tell you something. There is an enlarged part called "leaf pillow" at the base of the petiole of Mimosa. There are parenchyma cells in the leaf pillow. When the leaf is touched by the outside world, the vibration is transmitted to the leaf pillow. At this time, the water in the parenchyma cells immediately flows to the intercellular space, thus reducing the expansion ability of the cells. The leaf automatically closes, and the petiole and twigs droop at the same time. After a few minutes of "calm", they recover as before. I quickly took back my hand, closed the window and went to do my homework. The next day, I stayed on the balcony reading. The sky was overcast and it was going to rain. I accidentally opened the window and found that the leaves of the mimosa were still closed and didn't look up. I was surprised: I didn't see anything touching it. How could its leaves be closed? At this time, it began to rain cats and dogs, so I had to close the window and watch TV. I waited and waited until a rainy day. I ran home quickly and rushed to the window sill with my schoolbag on my back. Ha, there was still a leaf that was not closed. I watched patiently and intently. After a while, a bug hit the mimosa mindlessly and then flew away. At this moment, something wonderful happened. My heart was suddenly enlightened. I opened the book, which proved my guess. It turned out that before the rain, the air humidity was so high that some bugs couldn't control themselves and hit the mimosa, which led to the closure of the mimosa leaves. I was very happy because I solved the mystery of the mimosa leaves, and with its "weather forecast", I wouldn't be caught in the rain. 5. Write a composition to observe trees, and feel

A tree slowly grows a bud from a seed, which is so weak and floating in the wind and rain. Let the wind and rain tease. The tree grew up gradually and its leaves became tough. Leaves flourish like thousands of big green umbrellas. This strong tree only needs to shake its shoulders when it faces the wind and rain again.

The towering trees also fell in the sound of the woodcutter's axe; It was also reduced to ashes in the raging fire; I also died of emaciation in my short time. Trees die in batches for various reasons, and so on. Only it-the strong tree has been alive. It doesn't know how many times its leaves are green, how many rings there are, and how many times the sky is white. All the birds around it are old and dead, only the wind is still young. Whenever the wind passes under the branches and leaves of the tree, it always stops at its heels. It tells the story of the past, so that the tree is no longer lonely and feels a warm current coming to its heart.

The tree is still growing slowly, and its skin is getting harder and harder. Leaves are becoming scarcer and scarcer. During the day, the sun is like fire, and the hot sun bakes big trees; At night, in the dark night, the beautiful moon never gives the tree a glimmer of light. The big tree feels that it is the lowest, most pitiful and most incompetent tree in the world! How much it hopes to be as popular as a newborn tree! Birds think that the big tree is immortal, so they fly to the new branches to sing and play. The tree had to live alone.

one day, the workers of the construction team came here to build a community, and the remaining new branches fell down one by one with the sound of an axe. It's time to cut down this big tree. The engineers of the engineering team cut off eight axes, but the tree was still intact, so the uncles of the engineering team had to leave the big tree as a landscape. The big tree survived again.

The residential area has been built. Old people enjoy the cool and chat under the tree, while children play hide-and-seek under the tree. Everyone regards trees as their own amusement park

... Three years passed in a blink of an eye. An archaeologist came to this community and found that this tree was an ancient tree planted by Liu Che, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, thousands of years ago, so he surrounded it. People can only look up from a distance, look in admiration, and regard the tree as their ancestors. In this way, the big tree has become the pride of the people in the community.

From then on, Dashu understood that the value of his life lies in survival! 6. Observe the composition of trees

Big trees

Today, the teacher asked us to write a composition about trees. As soon as I got home, I ran to the door and looked at the tall and big tree.

when this tree was very small, a rope was tied to it. We usually hang things on the rope, which is convenient for drying. But now that the tree is big, I found that there is a pagoda on the tree, just like the knot of bamboo. I have never seen such a trace on any other tree. I approached and looked closely, and found that there were bugs in the big tree. I quickly ran to call my mother: "mom, mom, there are bugs in the tree." Later, my mother said, "What's the fuss? It's not a snake. " I felt a little fussy, and said to myself, "It's not a snake, there's nothing to be afraid of." So I went to observe the big tree again. After a while, a spider came. I was so scared that I hurried home. I was most afraid of this reptile at ordinary times. Mom smiled at home and said, "That's not a spider, it's a bug in the tree. Spiders have eight legs! " 7. Ask for an essay on observing trees (any tree will do)

There is a very large open space next to my hometown house in the country, which is rented to others to plant mahogany saplings.

Mahogany is a special kind of tree, which is beautiful, tall and straight. It was planted in the former home forest farm and has grown into a forest several feet high. So when I saw the saplings of mahogany only reaching to the knees, it was a little hard to believe my eyes.

The man who plants mahogany seedlings is a very tall man. When he bends down to plant trees, he feels like transplanting rice seedlings.

after the saplings are planted, he often comes to water them. Strangely, he came here irregularly, once every three days, once every five days, and sometimes once every ten days. The amount of water is not necessarily, sometimes it is watered more, and sometimes it is watered less.

when I lived in the country, I would walk on the path next to mahogany seedlings every day, and people who planted seedlings would occasionally come home for tea. Sometimes he comes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and the time is not necessarily.

I'm getting more and more surprised.

even more strangely, mahogany seedlings sometimes wither inexplicably. Therefore, when he comes, he always brings a few saplings to replant.

at first I thought he was too lazy to water the tree after such a long time.

But how do lazy people know how many trees will wither?

later, I thought he was too busy to do anything irregularly. However, how can busy people do things so leisurely?

I can't help asking him: When should he come? How often do you water it? Why does mahogany wither for no reason? If you water it every day, the mahogany seedlings will not wither, will they?

The tree planter smiled and said, "Planting trees is not planting vegetables or rice. Planting trees is a century-long foundation, unlike harvesting vegetables in a few weeks. Therefore, trees themselves should learn to find water in the land. I water it just to imitate the rain, which is not accurate. How many days does it rain? Morning or afternoon? How much at a time? If you can't grow in this uncertainty, the seedlings will naturally wither. However, it is not a problem to find a water source and take root desperately in uncertainty and grow into a century-old tree. "

The tree planter said earnestly, "If I water every day and water a certain amount regularly every day, the saplings will develop a dependent heart, and the roots will float on the surface and cannot go deep into the ground. Once I stop watering, the saplings will wither even more. Fortunately, the surviving saplings will fall when they encounter storms. "

I was very moved by the words of the tree planter. Not only trees, but also people. People who live in uncertainty can stand the test of life and exercise an independent heart. In the uncertainty, you can learn to turn a few nutrients into huge energy and strive to grow.

Now, the mahogany seedlings in front of the window have grown as high as the roof, so elegant and comfortable, showing great vitality.

The tree planters will not come any more, and the mahogany will not wither. 8.

Moonlight in the Lotus Pond (excerpt) Above Zhu Ziqing's winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high in water, like slim skirts. Among the leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some blooming gracefully and some blooming shyly. Just like pearls, stars in a blue sky, and beauties who have just come out of the bath, the breeze passes by, sending wisps of fragrance, as if there were faint songs in a distant building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and suddenly passed over the other side of the lotus pond. The leaves were close together side by side, so there was a ripple of condensation. Under the leaves, there was a flowing water, which was covered, so it could not be. The leaves are even more windy. The moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk. It's like a dream with a veil. Although it's a full moon, there is a faint cloud in the sky, so it can't shine brightly. But I think this is just the benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a special flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes in the high places fall in jagged mottled shadows, which are like ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows are like paintings on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven. However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played on Van Gogh Ling. The four sides of the lotus pond are far and near, high and low are all trees, and the willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on the side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. One example of the tree color is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance. However, the richness of willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. The distant mountains in the treetops are only a little careless. There are also one or two lights leaking from the cracks in the trees, which are sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively ones are the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the water. But the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing. 9. composition of trees in the yard

on may day, I went to the countryside to play, and asked the farmer's uncle for a tree species, a very common tree species, and planted it in the yard downstairs of my house the next morning when I returned to the city.

Day after day, on the tenth day after planting the tree, a little bright yellow bud appeared on its tiny branch. I take good care of the young tree buds.

One night, I was awakened by the thunder and lightning, and suddenly I remembered the growing young tree bud. I picked up an umbrella and flew to the yard. Unexpectedly, the young tree bud, which was attacked by the downpour and raindrops as big as beans, still stood firmly in the pit, and its small body was being ruthlessly baptized by the storm ... The next morning, I saw two or three new leaves coming out of the bud, and the stem seemed to grow taller. However, I don't know where the last leaf was blown by the wind.

I fondled it lovingly and admired its indomitable spirit. A few weeks later, this young tree bud has gone through all kinds of hardships, and it has grown into a leafy young tree, with several small branches, one on the left and one on the right, which are much like the open hands of this young tree! I was both surprised and surprised, thinking: I haven't watered it for several days these weeks, but it can grow like this. I decided to stop here tonight to observe.

After finishing my homework, having dinner and watching TV for a while, I finally waited until the dead of night. I took a flashlight and quietly.