Cotton's composition

Cotton Composition 1

On Saturday, Wang Yiwei and I went to pick cotton.

When we arrived at the cotton field, there was so much cotton, it was like a "white field"! We prepared the bags and started picking cotton. I picked one and touched it in my hand. It was wet and soft. I put it in my pocket, but the feeling still couldn't go away. I looked at Wang Yiwei again. He picked an unexploded cotton bud and said, "Look, this is a 'cotton bomb'!" Oh, Wang Yiwei is really funny. We kept picking and picking, picking and picking.

From the three words "picking cotton", one of my gains is that I got a lot of cotton, and the other is that I can appreciate the hard work of cotton pickers. Cotton's Composition 2

Time flies so fast, and it's spring again in the blink of an eye.

Spring has always had a profound meaning to me. That's not because I was born in spring, nor because I'm afraid of hot summers, scared of cold winters, or worried about melancholy autumn, but because in spring, I once had an unforgettable journey deep in my soul.

The significance of traveling is not whether you enjoy the scenery along the way, but whether your soul is purified during the walking process. Give the soul a holiday to face the true self hidden in the deepest part of the soul, the pure and fresh, young and clear self, and face everything in the heart seriously and sincerely.

I have longed for, followed, coveted, and even been obsessed with. I know that it is not indulgence, nor hypocrisy, but a real beauty. However, after all, such a trip cannot match the triviality of real life. It is like a shooting star suddenly sliding across the dark night sky, which you cannot catch. It is more like the fireworks that bloom in the sky instantly, and the loneliness after the beauty.

The spring breeze rushed past the window, disturbing someone's thoughts, and the spring rain falling silently from the sky made someone's heart wet.

Yes, it is what I heard, it is what I saw, everything will be hidden deep in the first petal that blooms in spring, forever. Cotton's Composition 3

One day, the woodpecker Mumu and the little carp were watching the clouds on the grass. Mumu said: The clouds are so white! Like marshmallows, I want to eat them all! Huahua said in the river: No, no, no! Greedy ghost! They are more like my kind of little fish!

Suddenly, they saw a small white thing in the grass. Mumu walked over and observed carefully for a while, then shouted: Look! There are white clouds here! Huahua swam over and took a look: It was really Baiyun! What should we do with it? Mumu said: How about using Baiyun as a quilt? It must be very comfortable.

So, every night when it was time to go to bed, they split the white clouds into two halves. Baiyun is so fluffy and comfortable! As the days passed, Huahua slowly discovered that there was something strange about this white cloud. It had never floated before. Huahua said to Mumu: Mumu, I found out that the white cloud is fake! It can't fly. The two of them looked at the white cloud over and over again, ah, it turned out to be a ball of cotton!

Cotton also has many functions. Let’s make clothes out of it! Huahua said. So they sewed the fabric and stuffed it with cotton to make warm and comfortable cotton clothes. You're done! The clothes are so beautiful!

White clouds are really useful,

Cotton is also very useful.

We need to observe,

Everything will be discovered. Composition of Cotton 4

During the autumn break, my friends and I went to Deqing to play and brought back a cotton flower as a souvenir. Today, I took out the cotton ball and wanted to take out the cotton wrapped inside.

My cotton has 5 petals. The shell is hard and slightly opened, revealing the white cotton inside. I gently pulled the cotton out from the opening bit by bit with my fingers. The cotton turned from a small ball into a silky cotton wadding, with many drop-shaped seeds wrapped inside. Next, I separated the seeds from the cotton wool. This is not easy. If you are not careful, there will be seeds that slip through the net. Fortunately, I was more patient, and after searching bit by bit, I finally peeled out all the seeds intact. At this time, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the ball of cotton wool turned into a small snow mountain.

I really underestimated this cotton ball. I originally thought it was just such a small ball, but in the end, a small cotton ball turned into a small snow mountain. It was so unexpected and surprising. Shocked!

I carefully collected the seeds into a box. When I have a rest, I want to plant them in the garden, hoping that they will germinate and grow up, and I can harvest more cotton. Cotton's Composition 5

There are many kinds of love in the world, such as father's love, mother's love, brother's love, friend's love, etc. Among them, there is also a great love, that is teacher's love.

I think Teacher Zhou in the drama "Red Candle Red" is a worthy example. The graduating class taught by Teacher Zhou was about to take the high school entrance examination. At the same time, her lovely little son Congcong unfortunately got a brain tumor. Teacher Zhou had a busy schedule, so she chose to teach the students first and squeeze in time to go to the hospital to take care of Congcong when she had time. The students' courses have not fallen behind, but Congcong, who was only ten years old, still left this world, his classmates who were like brothers and sisters, and his dear mother.

Seeing this, the classmates all cried sadly, and I burst into tears. I really want to say to Teacher Zhou on the stage: "Although you have lost Congcong, just treat me as your son!"

Hey! The love of teachers is everywhere. If I were a small tree, the teacher would be a ray of sunshine that would give me warmth; if I were a seedling, the teacher would be the spring drizzle that would nourish me; if I were a pot of flowers, , the teacher is the hard-working gardener who pruned me carefully; if I were a small boat, the teacher was the strong wind that allowed me to set sail. The teacher has given up too much so that we can become the pillars of the country as soon as possible. I really want to shout loudly here: "Teacher, I love you!"

Teacher, you are like red candles, burning your own life and illuminating the future of our study. the way. Your love will always be in my heart! Composition 6 of Cotton

The kapok in spring is so beautiful! Today, my mother and I went to appreciate the beautiful kapok.

As soon as we entered the park, we saw bright red kapok hanging on the strong tree. As I walked, my mother told me: "Kapok can also be called the hero flower, and the hero flower is the city flower of Guangzhou!" I said excitedly: "No wonder everyone picks up kapok." My mother frowned. Brows said: "No, they didn't pick up kapok because it is a hero flower!" I asked curiously: "Why is that?" My mother slowly told me: "People pick up kapok and go home to dry it. You can make soup..." I said: "Kapok has so many uses, why don't we pick up a few kapok flowers and take them home!" Mom said, "Okay." After we got home, we used them to make soup. Delicious!

The next day, I took my mother to the park to pick up kapok. As soon as we entered the park, the sky was filled with cotton. Then we came to the place where we picked up kapok yesterday, but we didn’t even see a single kapok. My mother told me: “It’s spring now, and there are still many flowers waiting for us.” Because, spring is the time when flowers bloom most beautifully!

I love spring kapok! Composition 7 of cotton! >

I stayed at my grandma’s house for a few days during the National Day. My grandma’s house planted a lot of cotton. After lunch, we started picking cotton from each cotton field. The cotton on the clothes are all opened in different ways. Some have opened so much that they feel like they will fall off when the wind blows. Some have just opened a little, and some are just cotton balls. My mother and I are in a group. It takes a few days to pick the big ones. The picked cotton is soft in the hand and is as white as snow.

My mother said it is cotton. It has many uses. The clothes we wear and the quilts we cover are all made of cotton. Composition 8 of cotton

In humid weather, the red kapok blooms eagerly.

Their mother is a kapok tree. There is one in Dujiangyan City. Look! There is one here too!

A kapok tree can give birth to many babies at a time. , and dyed its children red. The mother of the kapok tree must have wanted her children to be as happy as we are during the New Year, so she dyed her children red. From a distance, they really look like countless red lanterns. Hanging on the tree. Therefore, I think "kapok" should not be called "kapok" but should be called "lantern flower". It also looks like a red flame burning with five red petals. . The stamens inside the petals are made up of many red threads, and there are hats on them! The whole flower is held by a flower, and the flower base is brown, like a small brown bowl.

"Pop. ! "A kapok fell from my mother. Kapok fell a little bit differently. It didn't fall one petal at a time like other flowers, but the whole flower fell together.

After the flowers are gone, green leaves grow on the tree. This is a typical plant that blooms first and leaves later.

Finally, the brown fruit is covered with a layer of cotton. Wrapped, it feels soft and looks like a sesame-flavored glutinous rice ball. However, if you make it into a pillow, it will be comfortable to sleep on with the fruit floating in it. Gone with the wind, Guozi said goodbye to his mother at this time. Guozi came to a piece of land, where he grew into a tall kapok tree... Cotton's composition 9

The flowers of the kapok tree It's so beautiful, and its bright red flowers are so delightful. I came to the school to watch the kapok tree. After the Spring Festival, many buds have grown on the kapok branches.

One morning, I came to the classroom early and was about to walk to my seat when I couldn't help but stop. Ah! What a beautiful kapok! It looked like a drop of blood blooming on the abrupt bare branches. Fire, each kapok is like a fiery sun, dyeing the sky red. Its tall trunks and fragrant flowers are deeply intoxicating.

I look at it every time after class. This kapok tree stood upright outside the window. I gradually fell in love with it. As soon as I got home from school, I couldn’t wait to turn on the computer to check the kapok tree. It is also called the hero tree. The language of flowers is to cherish the people around you and the good times now.

I think planting this tree in our school is to let us learn the enterprising spirit of Kapok, to study hard and become the pillars of the motherland, and to let us know how to cherish the good times now and the people around us. Composition 10 of Cotton

Spring is here, the trees are sprouting, and the kapok is blooming. Today, Teacher Xu took us to Xiaogang Park to see spring flowers. As soon as you enter the door, a tall and thick kapok tree comes into view. The trunk is straight and straight, like a warrior guarding the door. Kapok poked its head out from the warrior's hand, wearing fiery red clothes, enthusiastically welcoming the arrival of spring. When the kapok blooms, the leaves on the tree fall off, and the fiery red color of the tree highlights the beauty and splendor of the flowers.

I picked up a kapok flower and observed it carefully. I found that each flower had five large petals, bright red, as red as the sun. The flower cores are strips, very thin, with "black spots" on the tip of each flower core, and a stamen like a small hand in the middle of the flower. The whole flower is as bright as a flame.

I suddenly felt like I was a kapok, wearing fiery red clothes, standing on a high branch, surrounded by rows of green crowns. The birds flew over and told me the joy of singing on the branches in the early morning; the ants walked by and told me the harvest of hard work; the bees stopped on me and told me the joy of collecting honey...

Wood Cotton is the city flower of Guangzhou, and the kapok tree is also called the hero tree. It embellishes Guangzhou's spring more vividly. I love the kapok tree, and I love her beauty and enterprising spirit even more. Composition 11 of Cotton

There are several kapok trees in our school. After the Spring Festival, many buds have grown on the kapok branches.

One morning, I came to the classroom early and was about to walk to my seat when I couldn't help but stop. Ah! What a beautiful kapok! It blooms like drops of blood on the abrupt bare branches. The kapok is as red as fire, and each kapok flower is like a fiery red sun, dyeing the entire sky red. Its tall trunk and fragrant flowers make it stand among the trees, like "standing out among the chickens."

Every time I finish class, I look at this kapok tree standing outside the window. In this way, I gradually fell in love with it. As soon as I got home from school, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer and look up information about kapok. The kapok tree is also called the hero tree or Panzhihua. Its flower language is to cherish the people around you and the good times now. I think planting this kind of tree in our school is to let us learn the enterprising spirit of Kapok, to study hard and become the pillars of the motherland, and to let us know how to cherish the good times now and the people around us. I want to ask why kapok is called hero tree? I racked my brain and couldn't figure it out. It’s true that “the emperor and the heaven pays off”, I finally figured it out after thinking hard. It should be irrigated by the blood of heroes who gave their lives, so the kapok blooms so brightly and red, so people call it the hero tree!

Although the kapok has no plum blossoms So pure, not as beautiful as a rose, but you also have your own characteristics. Kapok, I like you. Composition 12 of Cotton

Today is Sunday. Mom and Dad are both resting. I heard my dad say: Go help grandma pick cotton. I quickly said: Dad, I will go too. They agreed, so our family took a bus here. At grandma's house, grandma gave each of us a bag. When we came to the field, I saw a snow-white flower with many snowflakes on it. Grandma said with a smile: Meina is not a flower, but cotton. It can weave quilts and also It can be made into cotton-padded jackets, etc. It has many uses. Grandma taught me step by step, first break open the cotton bolls, then grab the cotton out, and finally put it into the bag.

We just picked and picked, and picked a lot of cotton. I felt so happy. I learned how to pick cotton, and my grandma even praised me as a capable child! Cotton's Composition 13

The warmth of dusk fell on the shoulders through the scattered leaves. The red glow in the sky has not yet faded away, reflecting the layers of floating clouds. Occasionally, a bird flies overhead and makes a crisp chirp. The orange-red kapok trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, and their shy petals opened their soft bodies. The fragrance of the flowers penetrated the nostrils, and the whole body and mind suddenly felt relaxed.

Blue sky, warm sunshine, clean roads, neat tree trunks, green branches and leaves, delicate flowers.

It all looks so beautiful that it makes people reluctant to leave.

In fact, compared with the way back directly from this road to where I live, you need to go around three more roads and spend an extra twenty minutes. But even so, I get off work at 5:30 every day. In the end, I will still happily walk back this way.

There are two kinds of trees growing on both sides of the road. Redbud tree, kapok tree. In winter, you can see pink redbud flowers swaying in the wind, and in spring, you can see red kapok flowers jumping in the drizzle.

So, I don’t know from that day on, I also integrated my attachment into this journey.

Habits are always formed unconsciously, and walk slowly forward along this road, letting all your moods, good or bad, spread to the middle of the road, the branches It has become my habit to spray it on the leaves, in the flower bones, and even into every petal.

In this way, here, everything on this path of existence is filled with my breath.

And often at such moments, I forget that I am a fragile slave, but a strong master. Cotton's Composition 14

I got up in the morning, had a hasty breakfast, took the key and gently opened the door, and went to the park for a walk alone.

It was still early, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Only a few crisp birdsong, seemingly far away, broke through the quiet morning. There was a gentle breeze, and there was a hint of coolness in the slightly humid air. I walked briskly and looked east and west. A cheerful smile unconsciously appeared on my face, and I felt extremely comfortable.

Perhaps it was early spring. Walking on the path, surrounded by moist and tender green, this scene made me couldn't help but hum a little tune. Along the way, I didn't notice any plum blossoms and sweet-scented osmanthus, but it was the kapok that fascinated me. This path full of kapok trees is the only way for me to go to and from school, but it was only today that I really noticed the kapok trees. The flower was blooming redly and vigorously, but I used to be completely unaware of it. Looking along the path, it was a fiery red, as if it was burning. What a passionate flower! If there is a slight gust of wind, the kapok wadding will flutter in the air, like flying snow, which is very poetic.

The blooming of kapok symbolizes the arrival of spring. Bid farewell to the cold and windy winter, and move from a state of savings to the beginning of prosperity. Spring is a dream and a hope for us. We are all eager to start a new self in this season full of vitality.

The kapok is blooming, let us respond to the call of spring, ignite the flame of hope, and let the flowers of youth blossom! Cotton Composition 15

Today, my mother and I went to help my grandma pick cotton.

Walking on the road, I saw all kinds of wild grasses on both sides of the mountain road, as well as pink and purple morning glories and dandelions growing into balls. I picked them as I walked, and the dandelions scattered in all directions as I blew them. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky. The cotton in the field and the white clouds in the sky seem to be in the same painting.

When we arrived at the cotton field, my mother and grandma took the bags and began to pick cotton. I saw some cotton bursting with laughter, some split into four petals, and some split into five petals. The unopened cotton is like a green peach, shyly hiding under the cotton branches.

I saw that my mother and grandma had already picked a lot of cotton, and I wanted to go in and pick it too. My mother said that the cotton branches were prickly and the ground was difficult to walk on, so she asked me to pick the outermost ones. I didn't know how to pick it, so my mother said, "It's good to pick it. Just grab the cotton flaps that come out and pull them out." I said, "This is too easy!" But it's not easy to actually pick it. easy. The cotton branches hung on my sleeves for a while, and then hung on my hands for a while. It’s really annoying!

At this time, I saw that my mother and grandma were so thirsty that they couldn’t even drink water. I shouldn’t be lazy either. So, I picked up the cotton harder and put a lot of cotton into the bag. My mother and grandma kept praising me for my ability, and I was very happy after hearing that.

The ancients said: "One porridge and one meal should be remembered as hard-earned. Half silk and half strands, constant thoughts and material resources are difficult." This "half silk and half strands" refers to silk and cotton. Grandma has endured so much hardship in order to live, it’s not easy!

People’s food and clothing are a big deal.