Describe a friend of nature essay 500 words .

This friend can be a good friend or a bad friend, and you can describe the harm that human beings do to the environment.

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.

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.

I love nature.

I love nature because it's full of life; I love nature because it's like a beautiful little poem, like a colorful fairy tale. Listen, nature is calling!

The blue sky and white clouds are drifting, the sun is smiling, the wildflowers are nodding, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery of nature is so beautiful......"Children practise singing "Good Spring" by German writer Mendelssohn. They play and sing on the green carpet that nature has prepared for them. Yang Liu listened to it and took it proudly"Mirrors"and also comb it"her"The beautiful hair was tied with many green ribbons by the way.

Show to grass and flowers"her"Ona's colorful figure.

Got it, got it. "The cicada cries excitedly in the branches, as if it wants to sing with the newborn baby frog, the tadpole, but the little tadpole can't respond to it, because the little tadpole is sweating profusely to find its mother! The cicada, on the other hand, cannot help the tadpoles, but it also has to show the world its beautiful singing voice.

Eventually, the tadpoles found their mother, and at the same time, they were fascinated by the place where they lingered - on the crystal clear river, floating lotus flowers like young girls in pink, dancing in the breeze, as if to tell people that they were the best dancers in the world, and that they looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the green, round and pearl-like skirts, and they were blooming brightly, as if they were to rival the girls who watched them.

Rustle, rustle, rustle......."The leaves of the ginkgo tree are like a small golden fan that fans away the heat of summer and brings the coolness of autumn. And accompanying"Rustle"There are also three singers who live in seclusion under the tree - crickets, grasshoppers and oil hyacinths, one by one, bursts, a large area, far and near, forming a grand symphony of nature.

It makes people feel uncomfortable.

Woo woo"With the howling north wind, one after another, a snow has quietly arrived, early in the morning, all white, thousands of trees full of pear blossoms. The straight cement road has been covered with a long white carpet, stretching into the distance, far away, and then where the snow meets, so pure, so crystalline, people can't bear to step on it, so as not to damage this rare, nature has given us silver-white carpet. Children are also giggling and playing on the natural carpet, playing snowball fights, skiing, and ...... on the ice in the parkLook--there's a bunch of cute kids over there, chasing through the endless snow, and loa!

There was a child who fell, and he was not afraid, because this silver carpet was soft, and the child rolled on the soft snow, and stood up, and the child was happy, and the adults laughed, because the child had become real"Snowman"。I saw how free they were, so cheerful! Makes me want to join their game too.

I love nature, his bright spring, his cicadas, his rolling wheat waves, and his silver ......It is like four flowing pictures, slowly spreading out in front of us, slowly blooming with brilliance!! I love nature.

I'm looking for that, too. Woo wooWhat damage.

Essay Title.

The scenery of nature is endless, and spring, summer, and autumn all have different scenery.

It's about nature. For example: you go to the forest, feel the air of nature, feel the scenery, etc.

Appreciate nature.

It was a **, in which the girl lying barefoot under the tree, and the leaves quietly absorbed the sunlight, and everything around sparkled against the sunlight. This natural photo comes from the ...... of nature's forest

The leaves are faintly fragrant, and the birds are composing natural songs, jumping on each tree pole, shaking off the leaves, making a "rustling" sound, which is another note!

I slowly stroked the stems, the thick bark, the soft, prickly grass, the soft earth, with a moist coldness. Feel the love of heaven and the rhyme of earth.

I breathe in the fresh air, and I can't feel the coexistence of heaven and earth. Standing on tiptoe, the fine stones, the sand left marks on my feet, drilled into my feet, the aura of the stones started from the toes, slowly spread to the thighs, stomach, brain, open up every acupoint of my veins, I deeply felt the blood flowing in the whole body, the heart beating in the chest!

Nature has given me a strength that I have never felt before, and I feel that nothing can stump me!

Gradually, I opened my eyes to see a bright world in front of me.

The clear spring "dingdong" sounds, the fish swim happily, the butterflies chase the flowers, and the flowers bloom and ......

I quietly pondered that there is also life in nature, but why can the life of nature be so free and carefree compared to man, just like the leaves of a tree have fallen, but how can the tree ever care? Behind the complexity, it's just that the tree understands that "falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ".

And what people are missing is this positive attitude......

I looked at the dream-like world, but the facts told me that I wasn't dreaming. I lifted my feet and flew through the forest like a butterfly, thankful for the benefits of nature!