Yi na pian Zhu Lin composition

In life, work and study, we will always come into contact with composition, which can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. So how to write a general composition? The following is the composition "Remember that Bamboo Forest" I collected for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Memories of Bamboo Forest Composition 1 As soon as I taste fresh bamboo shoots, I will think of the bamboo forest in front of my grandmother's house in rural areas.

Spring has come, it's time for everything to revive, and the bamboo forest is green. Not to be outdone, bamboo shoots poked their heads out carefully. Grandma and I took a small shovel to dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Thick bamboo leaves covered the soil surface, and slightly protruding bamboo shoots were found. I studied grandma's movements carefully. First, I tore off the dead leaves around the bamboo shoots, dug up a circle of soil with a small shovel, and then pressed it against the roots of the bamboo shoots. I dug up bamboo shoots with a hard shovel. Look, there is still some yellow mud on the coat of the small bamboo shoots, which is fresh!

The more I dig, the more I want to dig out all the bamboo shoots. Grandma stopped me and finally left some sick plants. No, after a while, bamboo shoots absorbed the rain, moistened them and began to rise rapidly. Later, they came from behind, just like other strong bamboo shoots.

In the midsummer of July and August, the tender bamboo shoots have already grown into new ones, and the thin bamboo leaves have become a shade at the top of the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest has become a cool world. Strong sunlight can't do anything for a while, only a few faint rays of light can barely penetrate from a large cluster of green shadows. My friends and I stole some ropes from home and tied them firmly to thick bamboo to make a swing, swinging and swinging. Grandma shook a big cattail leaf fan and told us stories. We listened carefully and looked up and counted the stars faintly visible from the bamboo leaves. They blinked wittily, where our future dreams were hidden.

Bamboo forests in autumn have a special taste. Bamboo leaves began to change color, showing green and yellow, and bamboo forests seemed to have lost their former colors. My friends and I played hide-and-seek in the bamboo forest, which was a game we often played when we were young. With the countdown, we quickly sneaked into the battlefield. I hide everywhere, trying to avoid the eyes of my friends. Oh! Occasionally, a few eggs will be found in the fallen leaves, because the disobedient hens in grandma's family always like to lay eggs in the bamboo forest. I am so lucky that I went home happily with the eggs I found.

The bamboo forest in winter is very poetic. Flying snowflakes gradually piled up at the top of the forest, bending the bamboo. My friend and I broke into the bamboo forest, holding the winter bamboo and shaking it with a clash. The rustling snowflakes, like scattered flowers, slipped into our necks. The bamboo forest echoed with our laughter. The bamboo forest is white. My friends and I grabbed the snow from the outside, kneaded it into snowballs, had snowball fights and made snowmen. The quiet bamboo forest suddenly became lively.

Once the paradise bamboo forest disappeared, but the good memories in my heart can never be erased.

When I think of the bamboo forest, I think of the bamboo forest in front of my grandmother's house in the countryside.

Spring has come, and it's time for everything to revive. The lush bamboo forests are colorful. Not to be outdone, bamboo shoots poked their heads out carefully. Grandma and I dug bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest with a small shovel. Thick bamboo leaves covered the soil surface and found slightly protruding bamboo shoots. I studied grandma's movements carefully. I first peel off the dead leaves around the bamboo shoots, dig out a circle of soil with a small shovel, and then hold the roots of the bamboo shoots. I dug up bamboo shoots with a hard shovel. You see, the skin of small bamboo shoots is still fresh, with some yellow mud.

The harder I dig, the harder I want to dig out all the bamboo shoots. My grandmother stopped me and finally left some sick seedlings. No, after a while, the bamboo shoots absorbed the rain and moistened themselves, and their chests began to swell rapidly. They come from the back and are no different from other strong bamboo shoots.

In the midsummer of July and August, the tender bamboo shoots have grown into new bamboo, and the slender bamboo leaves have become the shade at the top of the bamboo forest, which has become a cool world. At the moment, the strong sunlight can do nothing but barely penetrate the faint light from a large green plant. My friends and I stole some ropes from home, tied them firmly to thick bamboo, played on swings and composed music ... Grandma shook a big cattail leaf fan and told us stories. We listened carefully and looked up and counted the stars faintly visible from the bamboo leaves. They blinked wittily, and our future dreams were hidden there.

Bamboo forests in autumn have a unique taste. Bamboo leaves began to change color, showing greenish yellow, and the bamboo forest seemed to have lost its former color. My friends and I played hide-and-seek in the bamboo forest, which was a game we often played when we were young. With the countdown, we quickly sneaked into the battlefield. I tried to run away from my friends. Oh! Occasionally, I found a few eggs under the deciduous tree, because the disobedient hens in grandma's family always like to lay eggs in the bamboo forest. As a baby, I went home happily with the eggs I found.

The bamboo forest in winter is full of poetry. Flying snowflakes gradually piled up on the top of the forest, bending the bamboo. My friends and I broke into the bamboo forest and shook the bamboo in winter, splashing. Snowflakes fall like scattered flowers and slide into our necks. The weather is cool, and our laughter echoes in the bamboo forest. Bamboo forest is wrapped in silver. My friends and I picked up snow from the outside, kneaded it into snowballs, had snowball fights and made snowmen. The quiet bamboo forest suddenly became lively.

Once the paradise bamboo forest disappeared, but the good memories in my heart can never be erased.