Tea Tree Writing in Spring

1. Write a composition about trees in spring, primary school edition, about 400 words, about trees in spring.

Early spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, it has been printed in every corner with colors-pink, delicate yellow, white and, of course, lighter green.

What a beautiful tree! I put on new clothes in spring.

In the spring of March, it drips, and the tea tree that has just been baptized by cold sucks the milk of spring, and full tea buds emerge from the branches, which are oval and bright red. Together, a strong aroma is refreshing. Clusters of tea, from a distance, seem to be piles of faint Lv Yun falling down. Peach blossom is also a big piece of red, as if someone accidentally knocked over a plate full of watercolors and spilled it all over the floor. It's a poem that suddenly occurred to you that' the lotus petals fall before the wind, and the peach blossoms are beautiful after the rain'.

When winter goes and spring comes, the willow tree becomes the most faithful messenger of spring. It is the first to spit green and report the information of spring. When people are praising spring, willow is so modest and vigorous, and it is busy contributing to the life of spring in obscurity. This scene seems to be a song expressing life. Next to the peach blossom tree, the branches are pink woven' tulle' with pieces of green leaves embedded. Miss chun is really beautiful around!

Don't forget the primrose tree! Its long girlish green hair hangs over Miss Chun's shoulder. It looks more graceful. The hair is dotted with yellow winter jasmine.

With this color scheme, Early Spring is really an out-and-out painter.

2. Take tea as a clue, write a composition (beginning)+content: picking tea in spring → making tea (first of all, it is the May Day holiday, which is also a good time to pick tea. Spring is over. Not now, when? On this day, I came to the field in the mountains. Ah, a lot of tea leaves are neatly arranged in a row. They are all about the same size, and the gaps between each tea tree are so symmetrical, just like soldiers are ready to go. From a distance, the whole mountain is dominated by tea! How many kinds of green are there, light green, green, dark green ... So much green is showing off in the sun, so beautiful, so attractive, so dazzling, this green is unprecedented, it symbolizes spring; Begging for children; To sign the future flowers of the motherland! Tea not only looks beautiful, but also exudes a faint fragrance in the surrounding air. At this time, I feel more comfortable and relaxed. How can you love such a tea garden?

I am carrying a basket, constantly shuttling in this "green" ocean. How tender the tea shoots are! It's long and thin, and it smells like "bud" at the top. I took it off the tea head and it was green, which made my eyes hurt. My mother told me that this is the second batch of tea. The first batch is the most tender and delicious. Tea pickers have been picking tea here since Tomb-Sweeping Day. The first batch of tea leaves is the infinite energy contained in a winter, which can be fully displayed and released in mid-spring. Mid-spring is around Tomb-Sweeping Day. At this time, the tea collected is only picked in the most tender place, and then refined and soaked in the mountain spring. Its taste is extraordinary and intriguing. Good tea can also be sold for several thousand yuan a catty!

I'm listening and choosing. Tea has a lot of knowledge. I just heard a little today! I kept picking tea leaves. At this time, I put a small piece of tender leaves in my mouth, and there was a feeling that the fragrance was relaxed and free in my mouth. My eyes seem to drift in the green ocean. When I swallow it, I feel that this tea is full of cool taste and bitter taste. After a while, the tea was swallowed, and there was a little sweetness left in the delicious taste.

There is a lot of knowledge behind tea picking!

3. Tea composition in my hometown My hometown is Pingli County, Ankang City, Shaanxi Province. We have many specialties here, including bacon, fragrant pears and July peaches.

The most famous is tea. In spring, summer and autumn, Maojian tea is the best.

The new shoots are sharp, green, fragrant, sweet and delicious. Some of the collected tea leaves are made into tea cream, and some are made into dry tea.

The owner of the teahouse fried the tea leaves in a pot, dried them, and then packed the dried tea in beautiful packages. Tea trees are planted in fields and terraces on mountains. The neat tea tree puts a green sweater on Uncle Dashan.

Welcome to my hometown. If spring comes, there will be a cup of hot green tea wherever you go.

4. Tea Trees and Bamboo in Autumn (Composition) Bamboo Scenery in Autumn

There is a green bamboo forest next to my home. There is a stream in the forest and a small slope behind the forest. For me and my friends, this is a natural paradise.

Every morning, when the twilight shines on the bamboo forest, the forest is particularly beautiful. The stream splashed with water and was crystal clear in the sun. Layers of fog are like a fairy walking through a bamboo forest. In bamboo forests, the air is very fresh. Walking in seems like a "cool world". The tinkling of the stream, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves, has become a beautiful music.

Hill woke up and yawned. A cool breeze blew from the depths of the shade, and the dew woke up and blinked on the grass. The bird woke up and jumped up to sing the first song of dawn. It looked at me with dazzling jewel-like light, then spread its powerful wings and flew out of the bamboo forest. However, today is different from before.

Early in the morning, milky white fog enveloped the earth. Bamboo forests are also submerged in fog. Green bamboo leaves are covered with dew. Just shake the bamboo gently, and the dew will fall down and get us all wet. After a while, the fog cleared, and the sun shone like a sword through the bamboo shoots and into the bamboo forest, which became lively. Birds fly from this bamboo to that one, and bamboo wakes up from a dream, showing beautiful "hair" under the care of the sun.

At noon, tall and straight bamboos sealed the bamboo forest tightly, blocking people's sight and covering the blue sky. We will fight a guerrilla war in the forest. If you are tired of playing, you can also go to the stream to wash your face. How comfortable it is ...

As night falls, the round moon climbs the treetops, the bright moonlight is scattered on the bamboo forest, and the wind is blowing gently. Birds sleep in a warm nest, and everything seems quiet. The whole bamboo forest fell asleep. ...

Ah! My bamboo forest is like a beautiful picture, with many changes.

5. Describe the composition of plants in spring grass.

Today, my father took me for a spring outing, and I saw grass sneaking out of the soft soil. They basked in the bright sunshine with all their heart and soul.

We came to the bank of Yanghe Lake. From a distance, a yellow meadow looked desolate. Some grass was burned to ashes, black, as if it had been painted with black crayons, turning this place into a black and yellow world. I came to a meadow that was burned to ashes. I squatted on the grass. When I look carefully, there is a sparse green in the ashes. Suddenly, I screamed like I discovered a new continent: "The grass is sprouting!" " Some grass is light green all over, and some grass has bright yellow corners. With the breath of Miss Chun, the grass dyed Mother Earth green and covered her. This is a beautiful green tulle dress that Grass gave to Mother Earth. It is very lovely. When the black and yellow world here is set off by the lake, the earth looks full of vitality, adding charming scenery here. I looked at this grassland and unconsciously thought, "Wildfire has never completely swallowed them, and they will be tall again in the spring breeze." Such a poem praises the tenacious physical strength and selfless dedication of the grass.

At this time, Feng's mother-in-law came here with great joy and was angry and jealous when she saw the charming scenery here. Suddenly, she rolled the dust on the ground into the air, and suddenly the sand from all over the sky blew into my face, like a knife stuck in my face. However, grass and trees stubbornly resist sandstorms. Mother-in-law Feng had to leave angrily. If there were no grass and trees, our place would be eroded and turned into a desert. We should protect flowers and trees and build our home better.

We should protect flowers and trees, cherish our home and make it more beautiful.

6. An essay of more than 600 words about picking tea during a spring trip (such as going to the countryside to pick tea).

In front of my grandmother's house is a big tea garden. It always tickles me to see many people picking tea in the tea garden wearing straw hats woven with bamboo sticks. Why don't you try your hand?

Man, he does whatever he says, carrying a bamboo basket to pick tea!

When I came to the tea garden, even the surrounding air changed. The original fresh air has gradually turned into a sweet, bitter and sweet taste, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed. At first glance, the ground is almost green, much cuter than the BMW and Mercedes-Benz in the street!

If you look for it carelessly and impatiently, you won't find it. In fact, the tea heart is hidden in the green leaves and playing hide-and-seek with you! It is tender, small, and some are green, especially delicate.

My grandmother has a hard time picking tea, not only during the day but also at night. As soon as she came back, she only earned dozens of dollars. So when I first picked tea, I thought, alas, the world is really unfair now. However, if you choose more, he will give you more money. Thinking of this, I picked the leaves and stems together. The more I picked them, the happier I was, and I was glad to earn more money. But grandma saw it and frowned and said, "Oh, how could you?" They won't want it! "I was shocked after listening to it. Laugh and cry. Really is in distress situation! Alas, we can only peel the leaves and root them.

The second time, I know the method of picking: first find the tea heart, then pick it with a little stalk, then peel off the leaves bigger than the tea heart and put them in the basket, and a real tea will be picked. As time goes on, I slowly peel off my skin, faster and faster. I also invented that when peeling leaves, you don't have to peel them awkwardly with both hands, just rub them with your hands. It's really what my mother said: If you want to learn essence, you have to work hard. I still look at grandma's basket from time to time, but I find that she is much more than me. I can't help secretly admiring: Grandma, you are really good!

Through this tea picking, I realized a truth: there must be three hearts in doing things: patience, determination and perseverance. In addition, I have personally experienced the hardships of farmers and feel that we should cherish food more.

Is this ok?

7. Write a composition about picking tea. Today, I went to Wang Zhen to pick tea with a reporter and a teacher from Shaoxing Evening News. It was a particularly sunny day, and we embarked on the "road of picking tea" energetically, looking for the feeling of picking tea for the first time.

We came to Wang Xia Town Central Primary School. The headmaster told us how to pick tea, and then we came to Chashan happily. When we arrived at Chashan, we were all immersed in the ocean of tea. The tea here is really green, green as a flawless jade; The tea here is really delicious. A breeze blew and the fragrance came to the nose. Chata here is so tender that it seems to be boiling.

For every student, picking tea is both fresh and interesting. Those tea leaves have long, sharp buds. I found a row of tea leaves, where the tea leaves are tender and abundant. We picked tea with great interest, as if we were worried that others would take my tea away. Pick it, pick it, you can't take care of playing and joking with your classmates, nor can you look up and look around at the scenery. In a short time, there were many young teas in my bag.

Under the scorching sun, the students were all sweating like rain. It's true: tea picking day is noon, and tea leaves drip down the soil. Who knows that every cup of tea is hard! I think: when my parents taste the fragrant tea I picked by myself, they will feel very mellow and sweet!

8. Composition, how to write tea in my hometown My hometown is Pingli County, Ankang City, Shaanxi Province. We have many specialties here, including bacon, fragrant pears and July peaches.

The most famous is tea. In spring, summer and autumn, Maojian tea is the best.

The buds that have just grown are sharp, green and sweet. Some of the collected tea leaves are made into tea cream, and some are made into dry tea.

The owner of the teahouse fried the tea leaves in a pot, dried them, and then packed the dried tea in beautiful packages. Tea trees are planted in fields and terraces on mountains. The neat tea tree puts a green sweater on Uncle Dashan.

Welcome to my hometown. If spring comes, there will be a cup of hot green tea wherever you go.

9. Tea picking composition is about 450 words. Spring is the season when everything revives, with pleasant tranquility and freshness.

What do you think of in spring? Delicate flowers, green grass or wandering butterflies? As for me, the first thing that comes to mind is the green tea all over the mountains. It rained in Mao Mao two days ago, but it finally cleared up today.

I have an appointment with my sister to pick tea. Just at the foot of the mountain, I looked up at Chashan, and all I could see were dark green tea trees, moving slowly among the tea leaves. It turns out that they are villagers picking tea.

On the mountain, looking around, the tea leaves are basically dark green. At the tip of the green shiny tea tree, a little green tea bud appeared, as if to say, "Welcome, children!" " I look at this beautiful scenery and can't wait to blend into this green ocean at once. I competed with my sister to see who picked more.

At first, I concentrated on picking tea leaves: holding the tea handle in one hand and picking tender tea in the other. Soon, the bottom of the small basket was covered with a layer of green.

But it didn't take me long to get impatient. I always pick for a while, either picking azaleas in full bloom by the mountain stream or catching butterflies with branches.

My sister saw me like this and said, "Phoebe, you must concentrate on your work." You can't be half-hearted. Don't fish like a kitten! " After listening to my sister's words, I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed and quickly picked it up. How time flies! I feel like I've been picking it for a while. Why at night? My sister is urging me to go home.

When we got home, my sister and I hurried to sell tea. The boss who bought tea weighed us, and I chose more tea than my sister. I shouted happily, "I picked more than you, more than you."

Looking back now, picking tea is really interesting. It not only makes me realize the hard work, but also makes me realize the happiness gained through labor.