The tree in the storm writes a composition.

Students will be required to draw trees when they enter the first year of architecture in Tsinghua. Tree after tree, with different shapes, never the same, asymmetric but stable, even in the wind and rain, the posture is still tall and straight. Writing ideas: first write down the time and place of people clearly, then describe the trees in the rainstorm in detail, combined with details, as well as inner activities and struggles, and finally write down your feelings at the end.

The following are five essays about trees in the wind and rain for your reference:

Tree composition in the storm 1

I am a tree, a lonely little tree. There are many small trees around me. But most of them like to snuggle up in their parents' arms and coquetry. When the weather is hot, there are big trees with lush branches and leaves to shield them from the sun; When the weather is cold, big trees with tall bodies resist the cold. They are like flowers raised by farmers' uncles in greenhouses, fragile and delicate.

I sometimes think that maybe every tree's life is different. Like me, a person has to bear a lot. But I don't envy those pampered young trees.

I like sunshine. I like when the weather is fine, the sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves and casts colorful shadows on the ground; I also like its cute appearance when it is naughty and hiding.

When there is no storm, everything is beautiful and happy for me. That day, a storm hit without restraint. The wind blows wildly like a roaring lion. I tried to open my eyes in the strong wind and saw the big trees around me lovingly comforting the trembling young trees about my age. There is no way, I can only grit my teeth and face the wind that brings pain to my body alone. Then, the shower was mixed with the wind and poured down. Raindrops hit me like rows of hard bullets. Suddenly, I felt branches and leaves shaking all over me. I held back, but it hurt so much that I fainted later.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunshine woke me up. I found that most of the big trees around were intact, only some leaves fell off, and those small trees were not injured. And the branches and leaves were blown to pieces, and I was injured in several places on the trunk, and my mood was very low.

After a while, under the warm care of sunshine and rain, my injury gradually improved. One day I was surprised to find that I was taller and stronger than before. At this time, I realized that the wind and rain gave me not only pain, but also endless hope. Wind and rain inspire me not to be knocked down by today's difficulties, and tomorrow's sunshine will be better.

Trees in the storm composition 2

In the storm, a weather-beaten tree stands upright, which is the golden memory of your beautiful scenery for several years; It is you who set up the pure life and charming fragrance of flowers and plants; It is you who make all the little lives bright. The wind is blowing violently, the wet rain is beating on the honest land, but you stand there bravely and fight hard to keep all the grass and flowers alive. All the tears in my eyes were wiped away, and all the weak beliefs were gone. You firmly tell the blue sky: "I will always be strong!" " "

In the stormy yard, there are laws of life everywhere, fragile life is washed everywhere, and every place is an epigram that people often think about. In the square of unknown life, all the beauty is the most beautiful words that jump out of the ground. ...

A tree standing in the wind and rain, you are still flourishing in the scorching sun, shielding the flowers from the sun. All the melodies of youth have become inconspicuous stones under your feet ... Your contribution has brought the fragrance of flowers and plants ... All the life you care about will keep you firmly in your heart forever. You will become a magnificent sail, drifting in the boundless sea, rain or shine.

Black and white days are flowing, time has ruthlessly carved years on your face, and the staff on your forehead has been printed with high spirits. You know yourself thoroughly in an instant, and there will be no immature ideas or budding shadows. One day, you scream at the sky and release your inner bitterness and sadness. You cry like a passionate girl with clear and bright eyes. You feel the infinite hardships and pains of life, but the fairy on the white clouds came to you safely. You cried loudly and complained about your dissatisfaction, but soon, after some explanation, you nodded with satisfaction.

If all the beautiful flowers and plants are gentle and lovely beauties, then you are a gentleman with a chest, and you embrace the cruelty of everything with your broad mind. Some simple and easy-to-understand truths are often difficult problems, and some insignificant little winds and drizzles are often killers that suffocate you. If you think that time has obliterated your youth, then you will never know what is a life worthy of your yearning and what is a life worthy of your yearning.

In the biting snow season, the earth is sleeping. It is you who bravely knocked on the cold land and told the world to stop living so meaningless and do something worth doing. Suddenly, everything in the world fell into barren silence, no one dared to speak first, and all life smiled awkwardly. Everyone is consciously avoiding, and you can't stand it. Open your arms hard, and the green shoots will grow with you tacitly. You are the best example of all life. At the moment, everyone is actively rendering the dry picture of the world, and a pleasing green color enriches all life. Winter is a brilliant poem you wrote, welcoming the beautiful spring when everything recovers.

Trees in the wind and rain, you don't want Wen Dayou's giant arms, but also have the magnanimity of shady. All the bare painting pages are completely embraced by you, and the world becomes brighter and better without any flaws.

I remember you said that if you find the true meaning of life, you should face life positively, make unremitting efforts and dare to face it. But some simple theorems are often thought-provoking and intriguing, and they are the most profound words that people can't understand. & lt/p & gt； & ltp> The whole earth is a vast fog, which makes people confused.

The Tree in the Storm Composition 3

I don't know when it began to rain.

The sky is gloomy, as if it had spilled ink. Lightning flashes like a golden hole in the sky. The wind blew hard, as if someone had angered him, and beads of rain as big as peas fell from the sky. ...

Looking out of the window, I vaguely saw another scene: the grass bowed its head and lost its original vitality; Chrysanthemum is very fragile, so it can't stand such a toss. It has already bowed its head and had to resign itself to fate. Osmanthus fragrans in the yard had already fallen to the ground ... When I looked in the backyard again, the buttonwood tree held its head high and stood straight without bowing its head. Beads of rain, the size of beans, splashed on trees, houses and roads, all wet. The plane tree was washed away by the rain, and the leaves seemed to be unable to withstand this destruction and fell quietly. ...

The rain stopped and the wind was tired. Grandpa Sun came out for a walk. The air is fresh, the sky is blue, and a colorful bridge is set up in the distant sky. I hurried to the backyard, and the buttonwood tree was still standing. ...

The spirit of buttonwood is really valuable! He can shelter from the wind and rain. After years of changes, his rings record his life experiences, like a weather-beaten old man! When I think of him, I can see: the plane tree stands tall. Perhaps, he always believed that there would always be a rainbow after the storm. ...

The Tree in the Storm Composition 4

An unknown tree in front of the door, a two-story trunk and dense leaves give people great vitality.

I am always depressed when I sit on a stool and look at that tall tree. That feeling is very peaceful, very calm. Sometimes, in the hot air, there is a cool wind blowing constantly. The comfortable wind and the feeling outside the cloud nine make the tree look very gentle under the touch of the wind.

Sometimes, it rains cats and dogs and the wind howls. I still looked at the tree a little worried, because it kept going up and the wind tortured it. Like a disgruntled woman yelling.

Nevertheless, after the storm, it is doubly full of vitality, and it still stands upright, like a great man, so upright.

I always look at it, admire its fortitude, admire its iron spirit, my heart suddenly has a boiling passion, and some feelings pour out again and again.

Under the torture of wind and rain, this big tree can actually restore its original appearance, and it also absorbs a lot of water, which is conducive to its own growth.

Its spirit is worth learning. Some people are often discouraged and lose confidence in the face of failure, while others, like this tree, can bravely face all problems, turn grief into strength, better cope with difficulties and make themselves succeed. These people realize that "failure is the mother of success" because they have the spirit of trees.

In the face of failure and difficulties, don't be discouraged and go forward bravely. One day you will find success beckoning to you!

The Tree in the Storm Composition 5

Outside the window, the angry rainstorm washed the earth, and the almost invisible rain curtain seemed to smash and drown the whole world. Some soft soil on the lawn, unable to withstand this cruel baptism, was washed down and turned into dirty and ugly brown stagnant water.

Downstairs, the roaring wind swept across the earth, and the air without a trace came, like a mad lion, as if to tear and destroy the whole world with its invisible claws. Some thin trees and unstable buildings could not stand this torture and fell down.

Rainstorm, rainstorm and gale seem to be a perfect combination, and they can destroy everything if they are willing. Today, Mother Nature seems tired and has no energy to take care of her two unruly wild children. Listening attentively, it seems that I can still hear that kind of cold-blooded fake smile echoing in the storm for a long time, laughing at our weakness and fragility, laughing that we can only hide in a warm room and dare not face the ups and downs outside! If there is a wild voice, it will add a lot of cold atmosphere here.

Let "you" be carried away by terror, let "you" ridicule and laugh at us, but there are things that "you" can't hurt and things that "you" can't laugh at! That is the indomitable spirit! You see, the deep-rooted tree outside has stood proudly under the destruction of "you". If you blow it wobbly with strong wind and knock down its green leaves with heavy rain, it will still not fall! Even if it falls, its compatriots will not fall!

The sound of the wind blowing through the leaves rustles; The sound of heavy rain hitting the branches crackled; This is a firm hymn!

The next morning, after the rain cleared, the blue sky was as clean as water, emitting a rainbow. Its colorful colors seem to record yesterday's laughter and tears, pain and joy. Rows of tall trees on the lawn forgot yesterday's nightmare and spread their green branches and leaves leisurely. The dazzling sun radiates bundles of warm golden light, which is the best reward for yesterday's "warrior" ...