Write a paragraph around a tree? 50

That's a humble tree! It is not a member of the forest that dots the tranquility of the mountains; Nor is it a guardian of the way to guard the peace of the world; It is not a bonsai of the garden, which is well cared for by the world.

In a place where no one takes care of it, no one cares for it, and even has been forgotten, growing, every leaf is always carrying a heavy green hard is working hard, and the tree is also happy, you see, the wrinkled bark is not a smile full of joy?

There is a big tree nearby, the big tree is full of yellow leaves, and when the wind blows, the yellow leaves fall down, like a postage stamp. There is a group of children under the big tree, some of them are picking leaves; Some are playing hide and seek; Some were catching crickets, and everyone was very happy.

There is a big tree in front of my grandmother's house, with its lush branches, and it holds up a big umbrella for us in the summer. In the evening, with the light dance of the evening breeze, the family will sit under the tree and feel the music brought by the tree and nature.

Now that I have been away from home for many years, I think back to this big tree from time to time. Listen, it is the song that the tree plays for us; Look, it's the coolness it brings us; Memories, it is a childhood memory that I can't forget.

Big tree, you are an elder, you are leaning on your body, spreading your powerful arms, like a giant umbrella, guarding the people who come and go from the north to the south, sheltering them from the wind and rain!

For thousands of years, no matter how strong the wind is, how strong the rain is, how big the snow is, how heavy the frost is, you are fearless and have forged your strong body!

I have something I really want to say, and I said to my uncle, uncle, you are the best example in my mind, you are not afraid of the cold and not afraid of the back, you are standing on the border of the motherland, why are you protecting the wind and the soil?

It is a tall and majestic tree, with lush branches and a thick trunk, and countless roots that dig deep into the earth, absorbing water and nutrients. Every spring when the flowers bloom, the big trees will sprout, and the birds have settled down on the trees, playing and chirping! In the middle of summer, a large area of dense shade is formed under the canopy that shades the sky.

People enjoy the shade under the big trees and talk about the world. On Saturdays and Sundays, it becomes a playground for children.

A word about the little seed and the big tree:

1. Although you are small, you have amazing power. You can stubbornly sprout small green buds in the cracks of the stones, which is what we admire you the most! Big tree, you bring us humans a lot of benefits, and summer shades us; Bring us fresh oxygen; Bring us wood processing.

Become a necessity in life. A resting place for the animals!

2. A big tree is tall, it sees a small seed, it despises the little seed and says, look how tall and mighty I am, I am still growing up, you are just a small seed, it is really insignificant, the seed says that no matter how tall you grow, it is also because of a seed and grows, if there is no seed, there is no you, don't be ungrateful.

3. Small seeds are like small babies, from conception to birth must be carefully cared for, seeds must be selected to grow good fruits, when planting to loosen the soil and fertilize and water, but also can not use excessive fertilizer, too much watering, too hard soil is not conducive to seed growth, so we must take care of it. Big trees need to be often loosened soil, weededed, fertilized, watered, pruned, pruned, in order to flourish, in order to produce good fruits, in order to grow into a big tree.

4. There is a big tree and a small seed in the forest. One day, Little Seed proudly said to the big tree, "One day I will be as tall as you." Actually, he didn't know that by the time it was as tall as the tree, the tree would have died long ago!

5. A small grain was planted and said to the big tree: Why are you so tall in the big tree? Why am I so small, no matter how hard I try, I can't grow taller.

The father-in-law of the big tree said with a smile: "Child, my roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and I absorb a lot of nutrients." Look at you, you can see that your roots are not deep, so you will never grow up.

The same is true of us human beings, deeply rooted in the land of the Motherland!

If I were a tree, I would not grow on the top of a high mountain, nor would I stoop to a low-lying col, but I would grow halfway up the mountain, stretching my branches inconspicuously. I try to look healthy and strong, with bushy and shiny leaves. I only have full branches and leaves but do not bloom, no matter the seasons change, no matter the passage of time, my branches and leaves will always flourish and will not wither.

My branches are strong and sparse, and they attract birds to nest on me, and they will sleep on me and make a family.

A big tree, put clothes.

Wear and take off, take off and put on again.

You are a big tree in my city.

I am your neighbor.

In your shade.

Let's talk about whispering.

Someone else took off your formal attire.

Small trees build the church of the heart.

We are all praying for you.

We don't want you to be moth-eaten.

I want spring to dress you in green.

We're in your waist.

Dress you in a green dress with plastic sheeting.

Don't let the little crawlers burrow inside you.

When the big tree was young.

We used to dress you in a white dress.

Whitewashed the inner conscience and conscience.

I kept the distance I deserved from the trees.

The leaves of large trees often stretch out their hands to win glory.

We don't grow as glamorous as you.

But you have sheltered us from the wind and the rain.

The tall one is also jealous.

The shadows of the trees bounced back painfully, the branches in their original state.

The hand of the branch once touched the white clouds.

The strength of the roots arches the height of the soil.

A grave of tears.

We have all the trees that eliminate the call of the growth rings.

I once mail-ordered a Christmas tree from my childhood.

Let it grow with inner peace.

so that they will not be eaten by the moth.

My shadow is my third tree.

It's like my faithful darling.

The shadow of punctuality is impartial.

On a winter night, the dog barks at the leaves.

Eliminate the provocation of the pendulum oblique thorn.

Our big tree.

You are a big tree in the city.

How tall the tree is. The roots are as long as they are.

The sentence describing the tree is as follows:

1. At the foot of Changbai Mountain in my hometown, there are patches of fiery maple forests, which I particularly like. I remember a poet describing the maple forest as follows: "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are red in February." Indeed, the maple trees in autumn are as red as fire, red as sunset, and red as flowers.

2. Weak willow edge embankment species, virtual pavilion pressure water open. Doubts go away from the wind, and the waves want to go up the stairs.

3. Plant the plane tree, there is a phoenix, the plane tree is a very beautiful tree, its wide and turquoise leaves, straight trunk and the fragrance of the plane blossoms.

4. In midsummer, the ginkgo tree is like a green parasol, with so many green leaves, leaving no light.

5. The dry branches were smeared with a new layer of green. What makes its life so tenacious? It is the wind, it is the rain, and it is the pursuit that is not extinguished.

6. When the poplars are smearing the tempting green in the blue sky, the poplars hiding in the green are ready to move - they are like a swarm of bees that have been punctured through the honeycomb, flying around day and night, resulting in an instant: the sky is full of flying flocculents, and the ground is white velvet.

7. In autumn, the leaves of the big willow tree turn yellow, and when the wind blows, the leaves are not only like divers doing difficult movements, but also like beautiful yellow butterflies.

8. I love the willow tree, it has the verdant branches, the green, the willow branches along the river dragging the long branches, like beautiful hair, dragging the mirror-like pool of water.

9. The leaves of the willow tree seem to have been painted with a thick layer of green by the painter.

10. I remember when I went to Jiaoshan with my mother to play, I saw a kind of tree with thick branches, and the branches and leaves were also very lush, and the leaves were like a small fan, with white fruits.

11. In May, the jujube tree blooms. On the branches, rows and clusters of small golden flowers are densely hung with them, exuding an alluring fragrance. Whoever passes by here can't help but take a few more puffs.

12. In late autumn, the leaves of the jujube tree turn from green to yellow and gradually fall off. The green dates gradually turned red, and the strings looked like countless small lanterns; Fiery red, like countless smiling faces. They happily report that harvest time has arrived.

As follows:

1. In winter, the camphor tree still grows tenaciously, not afraid at all, just like a warrior, facing the frost and snow, guarding our campus day and night.

2. The countryside is the world of trees, and you can see trees everywhere by the river, beside the road, in front of the house, and behind the house. The years are long, and the branches are rugged; is thriving, strong and solid; Freshly planted, slim and ......Each has its own way.

3. The two rows of tall poplar trees stand on both sides of a path one by one, stretching out their bare arms, as if they want to build a shelf, let those naughty vine leaves climb up, and welcome them with green!

4. It is still the cold winter of March, look out the window, the bare maid smashes the blue sky, and from time to time there are a few birds that are not afraid of the cold resting on the branches, wailing a few times, adding a sad atmosphere.

But only that one tree stands out from the crowd, with its pale yellow leaves swaying in the wind, although it is not very dense, but it always attracts people's attention. Because the other trees are still sleeping, there is no trace of spitting green, and it is the only one that contrasts with the mountain behind it, as if it is an unadorned watercolor painting.

5. In winter, it snows heavily. White snowflakes fell on the hawthorn tree, as if it were dressed in a white cotton jacket. Standing under the tree, I felt a sweet and sour smell in the snow.