Writing a vegetable garden visit to a friend in the mountains in imitation of a visit to a friend in

When I walked out the door, I was bumped into the breeze and the fresh air. Unconsciously. That tall maple tree was the first old friend I was going to visit.

O maple tree! How many ups and downs have you experienced in this forest, are you tired? Your changes are obvious:

Usually, you wear "green clothes", but now, you have changed into a different "infrared jacket", which is particularly conspicuous, alas, I can't imagine that you are really picky! Although your color is changing, your posture never changes, which makes me see an ancient and resilient soul.

I had no choice but to move forward, and at a corner of the road I saw another old friend of mine, the ginkgo tree. Ginkgo biloba brother 1 The truth of your leaves A small banana fan, every time you come, when you see your leaves, you will think of the story of Sun Wukong borrowing a banana fan three times in "Journey to the West". You see, there is also a faint grass green on your main stem, which is almost filled with gray-brown on the fan surface, and black at the two extremes of the "fan".

Before, your leaves were green, but now they are, and that's how you change in the fall.

Walking along the road, I saw Sister Rose, Sister Rose! The shape of your leaf is beautiful: oval in the middle and a small tip sticking out at the top.

I thought: the oval shape is the earth, and the tip is Mount Everest. I fantasized that the leaf was a city, that the stem was like a road, and that the very, very small cells on the mesophyll were ...... little people

In this forest, every tree is my confidant, all gesturing to me verdantly, I close my eyes, I really become a tree, my feet grow roots, deep into the earth and rock, breathe the vitality of the depths of the earth, my hair grows into a canopy, my hands become branches, my thoughts become sap, spinning and flowing in the rings, and finally the seeds grow and are led by the birds to the distant mountains and rivers.

There were a few bird calls in the forest, and a flock of homing birds passed overhead, and I should go home, so I waved softly, said goodbye to all the friends in the forest, and brought back a good mood, good memories, and by the way, brought back a sunset red.

When he walked out of the door, he shook hands with the morning glow in the sky and touched his head. Early in the morning, so refreshing! I feel so refreshed!

Before I knew it, I was in the garden. Grandpa Earthworm was the first friend I was going to visit. Selfless dedication of Grandpa Earthworm, how many years have you been working in the moist soil?

I wonder how many lives you have brought to light and made them grow vigorously. You're happiest then. I wonder if you're tired?

I don't think you will get tired because this is your choice without regrets. You have shown us an optimistic and unyielding soul.

Hello, Brother Tomato! Are you wearing a red cotton robe, a dress you wore for my coming? Hello, Sister Radish!

Are you hiding in the land to invite me to play hide and seek with you? Hello, sister-in-law cabbage! You are wearing a green dress and a white dress, are you going to a feast?

Then hurry up! Don't be late! Hello, Big Brother Frog!

Hello there! Aunt cabbage! You are so great, and the cabbage brothers are all thriving in your arms.

Whether it is a storm or a scorching sun, you never retreat, how selfless you are! Hey, Brother Ant! What are you doing in a hurry?

Oh? Is it going to rain? Thank you for the reminder, so hurry up and go home.

Can't teach you how to write. I can only tell you. You can visit certain vegetables, write about them for human consumption, give humans vitamins, you can write about carrots, cabbage, whatever.

Campus visits. Walking into the school gate, I collided with the breeze, the wind contained the aroma of magnolia flowers and papaya, and in the morning, it was so refreshing.

That cedar was the first old friend I was going to visit. Ah, Lao Song, you are like a respected old man, standing at this gate for decades, right? You are like a big open umbrella, how many people are enjoying the shade under you.

You stand up straight, guarding our beautiful campus. The years are long, only you are tall and straight.

I came to the four papaya trees, and the leaves whispered to me. Every tree is my confidant, they send boundless fragrance to the face, you squeeze me to touch the little papaya, competing for me to pick it!

Of everything on campus, which one is not my good friend? I greeted them eagerly: Hello!

Round grapes, do you want me to taste them when you bring out bunches of fruits? Hello! Straight bamboo, are you reminding us to sit upright when writing homework?

Hello! Standing tall flagpole, how many times have you raised the five-star red flag, simple and sacred, you have experienced countless ups and downs, and you are still so straight and upright. Hello!

The wide playground, you have contributed to us in obscurity, and how many students have become lively and cheerful with your help. Hello! The tall teaching building, the sound of reading comes from your red bricks and white walls, how many talents have you sent to the country?

Hey, naughty sparrow, what are you talking about? I'm guessing you're talking about how serious your classmates are about their studies.

Picking up a piece of waste paper, I felt the cleanliness and beauty of the school, picking up a leaf and counting the regular veins, I experienced the magical beauty of nature.

When class was about to start, I waved softly, said goodbye to my friends on campus, and ushered in a new day of classes with a good mood and good memories.

In the morning, the sun is hot, so warm. I didn't take a car, I didn't bring a gift, I was in a good mood, I took a remote path, and I went to visit my old friend alone.

That banyan tree was the first old friend I was going to visit. Yes! Banyan tree, you are like a respected old man, who has taken root in this area for hundreds of years, right? You shade the sun, let us cool under you, and silently serve the people.

Walking into this wood, the birds call my name, and the trees exchange glances with me. Every little grass is my friend, and I greet them eagerly: Hello, clean mountain spring!

You let me see through the water the sand and gravel at the bottom of the river. Hello cheerful stream, do you still invite me to race with you? Hello blue sky, you make me feel your vastness.

Hey, naughty squirrel, are you climbing up and down trees trying to compete with me to climb trees?

A few bird calls rang out in the valley, and a flock of homing birds swept over the cloud ridge. I'm going home. I beckoned, said goodbye to all my old friends in the mountains, brought back a good mood, and brought back the moonlight all the way.

Rural visits are very similar to the original text, and it is recommended to write about campus visits.

Visiting Friends in the Mountains" continued.

Hello, beautiful butterfly sister, you have a pair of beautiful and powerful wings, butterfly sister how happy you are pretending to be you have beautiful wings, but we don't have your kind of wings, butterfly sister you fly around in the sky, you fly, as if the petals are falling from the sky. Hello, cute little grass brother, you are covered in green, and as soon as the wind blows, you bend down and bow in thought of the wind. Hello, dear Uncle Mountain, you let people climb on you, do it on your body, let people see the scenery farther away, Uncle Mountain, how long have you been standing here, are you tired?

Hello, big tree hand and brother, you stand upright every day like a guard standing guard in **, you give us fresh air, let us grow happily. Hello, cuckoo sister, before the spring you will cuckoo, cuckoo call, as if spring has arrived, you cuckoo, cuckoo call us all know that spring has arrived, your crisp song makes us intoxicated. Hello, cute little bird, your body is full of golden feathers, you are flying around in the sky like a small flower flying in the air, your loud singing voice, it is so moving!

Of all the things in this mountain, which one is not my friend? I greeted him eagerly: Hello, beautiful Willow Girl!

Are you swaying your long hair so that I can play with you? Hello, lively little fish, you jumped out of the water, did you want me to swim with you? Hello, narrow path!

Rubber's flat and straight body is in front of me, and I can't bear to step on it. Hello, delicate grass! The way you see the love of everyone makes everyone stop and bless you and may you thrive!

Hey, naughty little snail, what are you doing crawling left and right? I see that you are carefree, and you see a good scenery during your walk.

I wrote it myself, and if it's not written well, don't be ashamed (I'm a primary school student).

Hello, colorful flowers! How beautiful you have adorned the earth. Hello, swarthy and shiny crickets!

You are like a virtuoso, coloring the quiet night. Hello, verdant leaves! You make nature come alive.

Hello, industrious little bees! You pollinated the flowers and made nature beautiful. Hello, steep peaks!

How many years have you stood between heaven and earth? Hey, beautiful butterflies! What are you flying around?

I'm guessing you're watching the beautiful scenery along the way.

In late spring and early summer, the sun is abundant, the sea breeze is blowing, the climate is refreshing and pleasant, the sky is also particularly blue, and the white clouds are leisurely drifting in the group, like a ball of cotton wool, ever-changing. The sight of the sea is really beautiful.

For the first time, I saw the sea, so spectacular, endless. The sea is quiet, and the seagulls are circling freely, as if they are foraging for food, and as if they are playing. Tourists on the beach came and went barefoot, and I couldn't wait to take off my shoes and change into my swimming suit.

Do you know what it's like to step on that soft sand barefoot? Hehe, it's not that I won't tell you, it's that this feeling can only be understood and not spoken. I stretched out my arms to enjoy the oncoming sea breeze, which gently caressed my face and then blew into the distance.

Waves rushed to the shore and washed away the stains and gravel that accompanied my feet.

I picked up a large conch, with a colorful pattern and a bright color, and a "woo-woo" sound came from my ear. I danced and congratulated me on my luck. Looking down, "Huh—and the little crab!"

The little creature was approaching my feet in a domineering manner, and I quickly grabbed it with my hands. The little guy dared to resist, and he twisted his body hard, and clamped my little hand with its sharp little pincers, which made me scream in pain. Mom heard the sound and came to see what was going on, and tried to break it, but it didn't seem to work, only to regret that the little guy was clamping more and more tightly, and Dad said:

Hurry up and put your hands on the water. I put my hand in the water, and the little guy really let go of his hand. And I'm still muttering and getting angry.

Dad said, "Don't be angry, I'll leave you a beautiful picture." "I held up a large conch in my left hand and a small shell in my right hand and laughed.

On a trip to the beach, I took a lot of **, but this one is my favorite.

There are many, many ** in my photo album, and each ** is a record of my different happiness at different times