How to write an essay on making friends with nature Hurry!

The smoke comes from the mountains, and the sunset is seen in the bamboo. Birds fly up the eaves, clouds come out of the windows. "Lonely and secluded grass grows on the edge of the stream, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bell rings late. "In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs. After listening to these verses, do you have a picture of harmony and joy in your heart?

If I were a painter, I would use a colorful brush to paint beautiful scenery and nature; If I were a poet, I would write beautiful poems in praise of nature; If I were a composer, I would sing about the beauty of nature in my notes! But I am nothing, I can only use square words to express the shock of the beauty that nature gives me!

The trees are shady, and every leaf is so verdant; A hundred flowers bloom, some are delicate, some are wild, red is better than fire, pink is like xia, yellow is golden, white is like snow, colorful; Hundreds of birds are singing, and the cheerful cry seems to know no sorrow, and it seems to be singing a beautiful song. Yes! This is the beautiful nature, the living nature, the nature that I am fascinated by!

However, at some point, the trees were gone, and only the bare stumps remained; The flowers are gone, and only the flower poles remain; The bird flies, leaving only memories. What's going on、Oh, it turns out that the trees have been cut down, the flowers have been trampled, and nature has been destroyed!

It can't go on like this! "To be kind to the planet is to be kind to yourself, and to save the planet is to save the future! So, I decided to make friends with nature, and I want to love nature.

Although my strength is very weak, although I am very small, I believe that everyone's strength cannot be ignored!

Suppose there are 300 people in a grade and each person plants one tree per year, how many trees will there be in 10 years? — 3,000 trees, that's a big forest! Suppose each person in a grade uses one less pair of disposable chopsticks per day, how many trees will be cut down in that year!

To protect nature, animals should also be harmed. We are one family with animals, and we will not let animals become extinct due to human hunting!

Nature is not only my friend, but also a friend of each of us, and a friend of mankind all over the world! So now, please take action to protect nature, starting from me, starting now!

Write about the beauty of nature and the harmony between man and nature.

Nature, the home we live in; Nature, where we are given our first breath of air; Nature, the place where all living beings are nurtured.

The famous Grandpa Andersen once went to observe nature, he did not walk around like others, but stood in one place, and he did not even move, and stood like this for several hours. At this time, a squirrel jumped around his head until he had had enough. Then the squirrel jumped away like a lively little child.

I guess the squirrels must have thought of Grandpa Andersen as a tree! There is also a little sparrow, and I think the little sparrow must have regarded Grandpa Andersen as a trustworthy friend.

Isn't Grandpa Andersen's kindness to nature invisibly making friends with nature?

But now is the age of technology, and with the continuous progress of technology, the damage to nature is becoming more and more serious. Whose masterpiece is that murky river? Whose masterpiece is that stump of a short tree?

It's human! The plastic bags that have only rotted for hundreds of years are thrown away by us, so we are the culprit!!

So we have to be friends with nature, apologize to it, and make our friends forgive us. And let's not hurt our friends.

I would like to make a loud appeal: protect nature, start from the small things around you!

Protecting nature is everyone's responsibility!

In nature, everything is my friend. The plane tree in front of the house was the first friend I knew, and I heard from my grandmother that this plane tree has been here for decades.

The first friend I visit every morning is this plane tree, which I met when I was 5 years old.

Today, it's another beautiful day. The leaves of the plane tree sparkled in the sunlight, as if they were saying hello to me. The plane trees swayed in the morning breeze, as if beckoning to me. When the sycamore tree drops a leaf, it is like an admonition and an exhortation to me.

Look, the swing on the tree is the footprint of my childhood. I sat on the swing and listened to the song woven by the leaves falling to the ground. A breeze blows, and the sycamore leaves dance to the footsteps of the breeze and begin their journey.

I wonder what wonderful experiences they will have during this long journey. Hopefully, one day, they'll come back here again, or write me a letter.

Unconsciously, a drizzle came with the footsteps of the breeze. The plane tree - a giant umbrella held up for me. Under the trees, there is not a single drop of rain.

Raindrops dance on the sycamore leaves, playing a beautiful **. As I watched the upbeat beat on the swing, I realized that autumn had crept in.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and there is a rainbow hanging on the horizon, like a seven-colored ribbon, if only I could touch it, it must be very light, very soft, if I can, I will take it off and hang it on my plane tree.

Raindrops accumulate on the leaves, like large pearls held up in the palm of a hand. I really want to decorate my plane tree with a needle and thread to connect them together.

It wasn't until the smell of vegetables wafted from the window that I realized it was noon. I got off the swing and said goodbye to my plane tree friend, and it was a pleasant morning.

A friend is an umbrella in the wind and rain, a coat draped over the body in the cold, a cup of hot tea handed to the hand when returning from afar, a thoughtful word when you are sad, a post station for a tired journey, and a harbor for the wandering soul to rest.

What is Friend? Friends can walk together in the rain with umbrellas; It's possible to roll on the beach together; It is possible to indulge in some kind of ** reverie together; It is possible to wander together in the sea of books and swim; Friends are sad, I will shed tears with you, and I will laugh silly with you when there is joy......

Friends may not always be in touch, but they will not forget, every time they think about it occasionally, they still feel so warm, so cordial, and so tender; Friends put care in their hearts and hide their concerns in their eyes; Friends are accompanied by one period of life, and spend one evening after another together; Friends are more joyful when they think of it, and more gentle when they remember it. Friends are like alcohol, strong and easy to get drunk; Friends are like flowers, elegant and fragrant; Friends are autumn rains, delicate and poetic; My friend is May in December, pure and proud. A friend is not a painting, it is more gorgeous than a painting; A friend is not a song, it is more beautiful than a song; A friend should be that meaningful prose, written yesterday and looking forward to the future.

The beauty of friends is not long in the future; Friends are really instant and eternal, and they know each other instantly; The preciousness of friends is not because of the years they have gone through together, the most rare thing about friends is that they will still think of them from time to time after separation, and they can still remember: you are my friend.

The days when I have friends are always sunny and the flowers are bright; When I have friends, I realize that I already have everything. We can lose a lot, but what we can't lose are our friends. Friends may not be an eternity, friends may just be a passerby at a certain time in your life, but because of this origin, life becomes more beautiful, and the emotions of friends are more vivid and precious.

What does it matter if there is no future?

Students, do you know what kind of flowers bloom in spring, summer, autumn and winter? By the way, it's the moon season. There are also a few moonlit plants in my planter, which not only bring us a refreshing fragrance every day, but it also gives me a life motto.

In spring, it is the time when the flowers are blooming, and other flowers are scrambling to compare the beauty, but it is not so delicately dressed, but it is set off with green flowers and leaves to set off the pale pink flowers on the side silently put a fragrant fragrance, it tells us not to grandstand, to be down-to-earth. In summer, the sun is like fire, and the other flowers are wilted, listless. It is the only one that is not afraid of the scorching sun or the scorching sun, sending people a burst of fragrance and giving people a feeling of coolness and heat.

It also tells us to do what we can to serve people with selfless dedication. In autumn, the flowers withered, and the other flowers retreated, only it and the chrysanthemum still stood in the flower bed, compared with the noisy chrysanthemum, it was so low-key, but who knows, it has been silently sending incense to people on the side! It also tells us that it is a virtue to serve people in obscurity.

In winter, the north wind is howling, the ice is frozen, and the moon season is still standing up strong in the cold, and it is full of vigor in the wind, adding a scene of vitality to the silent winter, and it once again tells us that we do not want to add icing on the cake, but hope to be able to send charcoal in the snow. Moon season! You are so tranquil, so indisputable in the world, not chasing fame and fortune, only silent dedication, you are my best friend, my good example. 。

When you walk out the door, you will have a big and sweet embrace with the scent of grass in nature! Wow! The morning girl is so fragrant! ~

When I came to a meadow, I looked: Huh? What's that?

Oh, there's a gorgeous dance party going on here! Look, the prince and the princess are dancing so well, with light dance steps and a gentleman's demeanor. Even I can't help but admire them.

Slowly, I seemed to be part of it, and I couldn't help but jump along. I opened my eyes, and I was envious of the dresses and robes of the people of the draft, and at the same time, they all smelled of the morning dewdrops.

I stepped forward to take a look: it turned out that Grandpa Clay was making a soft big stage for them below. But I don't always feel like something is missing, oh!

I know, less**. No, isn't the prom just a rainbow of six colors? Look!

The old grandfather Feng'er also came to join in the fun, but this time he didn't just come to join in the fun, but to be a performer. Rustling ......Rustling ......The pleasant ** began to think of in nature, and the grass people swayed more interestingly along with the melody......

How wonderful it is to be a friend in nature! Sometimes I fantasize about being one of them, even if it's just a small ant; or a little piece of grass; Maybe it's just a tiny, inconspicuous little clod of dirt. Because I yearn for freedom; Because I love nature; I want to be friends with every living being, every plant, and even every little flower in nature!

Sixth grade of Huanghe Road Primary School, Jiyuan City, Henan Province: Wang Ying.

You can write about some animals or plants in nature, such as ants, and how they found it. What happened to you with it.

When I walked out of the door, I collided with the breeze, and the wind smelled of dew and gardenias, and in the morning, it was so refreshing!

I don't ride a bike, I don't invite a companion, I don't bring any gifts, I just take a good mood and go on a secluded path to visit my friends alone.

That old bridge was the first old friend I was going to visit. Ah, Lao Qiao, you are like a respectable old man, who has stood on this stream for hundreds of years, right? How many men and horses do you cross the opposite shore and send the rolling water into the distance.

You hunched over and stared at the figure in the water, the shadow of the fish, the shadow of the moon. The years go by, the waves are gone, the bubbles are scattered, and only you are still the same.

Walking into this wood, the birds call my name, the dew exchanges glances with me, every tree is my confidant, they send boundless crispness to their faces, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree, silently, as if I were a tree myself, the roots growing from my feet digging deep into the earth and rock, my hair growing into a canopy, my arms into branches, my blood into sap, swirling and flowing in the rings.

Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: Hello, cool mountain spring!

You held out a mirror, did you want me to redress? Hello, bubbling stream! You are reciting little poems, are you inviting me to sing peace with you?

Hello, the flowing waterfall, your natural golden voice, how imposing the majestic tenor. Hello, steep cliffs, deep canyons set off your tall body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, long white clouds, your white figure makes the sky full of tranquility and becomes even bluer.

Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I'm guessing you're talking about the good scenery you saw during the flight.

Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I smelled the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate textures, I saw the mystery of life it contained, and on their way to the dirt, I joined in this brief but meaningful ritual; Picking up a stone and tapping it gently, I heard the sound of an ancient volcano erupting, and I heard the rumbling echo of time.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds, and the whole world was full of rain. The rock above my head is like a giant umbrella held up for me, and the place where I stand has become a good place to watch the rain, who can say that this is not the blessing of heaven and earth?

The rain stopped, a few dogs barked in the valley, a group of returning birds swept over the cloud ridge, I should go home, I waved my hand gently, said goodbye to my friends in the mountains, brought back a good mood, good memories, and brought back the moonlight all the way.