Essay on willows in the second year of junior high school 30

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The composition is as follows. Before I knew it, I was lying at my desk for an hour. I stood up and walked to the window, shaking my hands, ready to relax.

I cast my eyes out the window, and a faint green suddenly filled my eyes. I couldn't help but be shocked, what was it that caught my eye so much? I fixed my eyes on the willow trees, lined up by the river, like a woman with long hair combing her long hair, like a curious tourist, admiring the scenery, and like a guard standing on the side of the road.

I was fascinated by the spirits of this spring, and I couldn't help but want to see them up close. Without thinking about it, I took a stride and hurried towards the river. Near, closer, I didn't feel like I slowed down, looking at the new green approaching me.

A wisp of willow branches hangs, the wind dances, they dance, the wind sings, they sing; The rain cried, and they rolled down strings of crystal tears. The branches stepped over the railing and drew circles above the river, and although I could not reach the surface of the river, I felt the river ripple in a circle. I went under the tree, and behold, the willow branches were like a curtain of thin green leaves, densely packed; It's like gauze rendered in grass green, draped in front of your eyes.

In the gap between the willow branches, the city is put together into a painting, scattered and scattered, but it has a unique charm.

I consigned a willow branch, as if it had no weight, if there was none. Probably because it is a new sprout, the branches are slender, and it can even be described as "silk". I looked at the leaves:

The willow leaf is like a knife, so sharp and thin, but it is not as sharp as a knife at all, it is soft and delicate. The surface of the leaves is fluffy, like the fine hairs on the head of a newborn baby. Perhaps the willow leaf is indeed a baby, covered with tender green, and the outer circle is like lace, slightly darker.

I pinched it with my hand—soft, as if it would break to pieces as soon as I exerted it, and let go of the willow branch, which slowly swung back into place, swaying back and forth, as if enjoying freedom.

I leaned on the railing and looked down at the river. There is also a row of willows in the river, with slender and slender branches interlaced irregularly, but only two or three interlaced together, giving people a leisurely and free feeling. The wind blows, and the willow branches swing, some high and some low, as if they are swinging, compared to who swings higher.

I pursed my lips, smiled, picked up a lone willow that had fallen on the ground from the ground, braided it into a circle, and put it on my head steadily, and saw enough.

Walking under the trees, I enjoyed the shade cast by the green curtain, watched the moon rise, and felt that the fatigue of my whole body was forgotten, and my pace was relaxed and energetic. Walk slowly, even if you are slow. I turned around to take another look at the green, but my heart trembled again

Along the slender willow branches, the branches at the end were so rough and short, so matched with the elegant willow branches, like an ugly frog with a white lotus on its top. Such branches can give birth to such graceful branches, I can't help but be in awe of the willows, and think deeply about taking a big step.

Dear, if you can, let's do it.

o(oThank you.)

Spring is your childhood. In this spring of a hundred flowers, you quietly stretched out a green smile, each branch has your weak figure, although you are so small, but also to the typing Jean brought the brilliance of spring. That's you, Ye.

You're growing up, you're green, and you're an adult in the summer. Your strong body is like a giant umbrella, shielding from the sun and the wind and rain. Although you are silent, not as beautiful as flowers, not as proud of snow as pines and cypresses, but you are also loved by people.

Your old age is autumn. Behold, thou hast become scabard, and the breeze blows, and trumbling. Even if you fall off, people will collect you, process you, and make good fertilizer for crops.

Your life is so glorious: spring is full of life, summer brings coolness, and autumn you give your all, and it becomes a good fertilizer ......

In our lives, there are thousands of people who are as obscure as Ye who contribute everything to the motherland and others. Lo and behold, our teacher is preparing lessons under the lamp, and he works tirelessly for us! They never knew what "idleness" was, but only "benefited" future generations.

Your spirit makes me deeply feel that as a human being, you can't always think about yourself, but think more about others. If everyone always thinks about themselves, then how can the world develop, how can mankind progress?