Cedar Zan's composition is 700 words.

When you are cold, you know that pine and cypress will wither.

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Cedar stands in the center of the garden.

Teachers and students passing by are bustling every day, so they have to bypass the garden and walk into the teaching building. At the foot of the cedar, they are always talking and laughing. But people never seem to look up at him, as if he had been isolated from the world. He is too ordinary, too ordinary.

He is tall and straight green, but not unchangeable green, emerald green and dark green, like a shepherd's purse in a cold spring breeze. As for his dark green, I think I can't describe it. It is his own green, which embodies all his energy and spirit, and this green only appears in winter.

When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, other flowers and trees had gone through a cycle, but he was still green and still so tall and straight. Even if no one will stand at his feet, people have long forgotten him. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

Autumn wind, mixed with news of winter, blows all over the north, blows all over the North China Plain, and finally blows into the campus. Ginkgo biloba, dancing beautiful yellow leaves, is still unconsciously lingering with the cruel autumn wind when death comes. She was attached to her former home, but she left with the arm of autumn wind intimately. Roses have withered, broken branches and leaves have been swept around by the autumn wind, red flowers and green in the past have been lost, leaving only dead brown. Perhaps the rose at this moment is the most beautiful, dying, thrilling and hardworking. Like, poisonous poppies.

Autumn wind is really cold-blooded killer. He put leaves and dead branches at the foot of cedar. Cedar didn't bow his head, shed tears or speak. He stood upright, so tall and straight. He is too ordinary, too ordinary. There are no plum blossoms, no roses in Leng Yan, and no fruitful pear trees. He only stands upright, stubbornly upright.

The footsteps of winter are getting closer and closer. Cedar is aware of the seriousness of form. His color is getting greener and greener. His heart has already ignited a raging fire. He is waiting, waiting, waiting for the pine tip to be severely suppressed. He is gathering strength and biding his time. ...

Campus, full of depression, only cedar, still standing, teachers and students in the past may think there is nothing to see, so they accidentally saw cedar, they marveled, ah! So high! So straight! How green it is! Green is deep! Green without hesitation! Ordinary he has long been extraordinary, only he has given the campus vitality and hope.

Cedar stands still! Like a green warrior.