Write Li Zishu's composition

Writing the composition of plum tree 1 When a breeze blows to the extremely green branches, the buds have slowly grown out, green. The green shoots are talking. You move, I shake, he shakes. Brown boughs, from a distance, are new and brown, as if wearing thousands of braids and bloomers. He seems a little shy.

When other people's big trees are flourishing, they haven't grown many leaves. When other people's trees produce bright flowers, my trees will flourish. Other people's flowers have withered, but they are blooming brilliantly. People often come here to enjoy flowers.

This tree species came late. There is often a strong plum blossom fragrance in our small yard. The strong smell of plum blossoms attracts many "Chinese and foreign tourists", including bees and butterflies, as long as they are not angered. This plum tree has fond memories of mom and dad.

I love my yard, but I love the plum tree by the door more.

Grandma has a plum tree, which bears a lot of red berries every year. Pinch your fingers, several years older than me.

In spring, trees are covered with green leaves. A few days later, rough branches and white plums became neighbors again. The warm spring breeze gently blows the plum tree, making its white hair accessories scattered all over the floor. In summer, the white flowers on the tree become small plums as green as jade. Those little plums grow up day by day, and slowly, the little plums grow into big plums as big as egg yolks. At this time, the plums are not ripe enough to eat. The greedy brother secretly picked one from the tree and took a bite. Suddenly, his eyebrows tightened. My brother glared at me at once. In autumn, plums are ripe all over the tree. They are all red. They look delicious next to each other. In fact, they are delicious. Open the plum, which is yellow and dripping with sweet juice.

I like grandma's plum tree.

There are two plum trees at home, one grafted and the other non-grafted, which have accompanied me for many years. Watching them grow up, I have a deep memory and accumulated rich experience in taking care of them. Let me introduce how many kinds of plum trees there are, which may be a shortcut to get rich.

The first plum tree I planted was non-grafted, which can be said to be three generations of reincarnation. Plum trees, like jujube trees, will grow their own seedlings from their roots. The first plum sapling was dug from the big plum tree next to the old house. But after digging it, I planted it behind the house. One day, it rained heavily, and the back of the house collapsed and was crushed. Li Zishu forgot to build a new house that year. The next spring, I actually saw a young green seedling emerge from the loess, which happened to be a plum tree. All other plants died, but it came back to life. So I quickly dug it up and planted it in a new house that was not built.

It never rains but it pours. The builders dug the foundation and dug up plum trees. When I found it, it had become many segments, which was quite sad. I took a bud root and buried it on the side of the road a little far from my new home, and made a hedge protection. I didn't think it would come back to life. I gradually admire the tenacious vitality of plum trees. Two years later, a sturdy seedling will have a thumb and waist height, which is really a disaster. But the tree attracts the wind. One day, I found that it was broken like a weed by a neighbor's child. I feel inexplicable pain in my heart and neglect management. So, I decided to take good care of it, built a big bamboo fence, surrounded by it, and watched it sprout and grow. Later, the plum tree stretched out many small buds from the bottom, cutting off an attribute like a fir tree. But five years later, four seedlings grew into trees and blossomed. In June, I couldn't wait to taste a few mouthfuls of green plums. There were more than four, but it was a cluster. Later, I left a few stout ones, and all the others were cut off. This plum tree is really the reincarnation of three generations, and I praise its vigorous vitality.

The second plum tree was grafted, not bought. That is a small seedling dug from a neighbor's tree. It went well and I took good care of it. Chicken manure and hay are piled up, which will bloom four years later and bear fruit the next year. I looked at it. My neighbor's plum tree is dead, and mine is still alive and flourishing.

I think his plum tree is in the middle of the field, far from the paddy field, so there is less water, so there are many branches, but most of them are old branches, and there are few branches behind. Finally, he simply cut it down. But my home is fine. A small tree bears at least 50 kilograms. When there are several hundred kilograms in spring, I will play with flowers so as not to crush the branches. Now the market is 2.5 Jin of plums, even better. If I sell plums, a tree costs several hundred dollars. ......

Plums are prone to worms when they are nearly ripe. I sprayed them with dichlorvos or mosquito repellent, and it worked well after the rain. You usually eat it when it is half cooked, but you can't finish it. If it is on a tree, it will rot after rain, and the important reason is insect pests.

Both plum trees are beside my yard. There will be more passers-by in the morning and evening, and there will be two in June and August. After picking plums, they are all said to be delicious. After spring, I will put the ashes and pig manure together in the kitchen and bury them under the tree. I will probably dig the thick root of my little finger without hurting it. I will bury it with three shovels every once in a while to facilitate flowering and fruiting. In this way, plum trees will flourish year by year. When I see grapes and carambola, I really want to grow plums, which are simple and high-yielding. Hee hee, plum ripening season, welcome to my home.

I still remember when I was a child, my cousin and I loved to eat purple plums-whenever plums were ripe, my cousin and I would go to my grandmother's house in the country to eat plums.

The country sky is like a cover carved with ice sculptures, tightly wrapped in the silence of leaves. Purple plums are supported by the breeze on the treetops, and the branches seem to be afraid of losing their "treasures" and gently cover them with a few leaves. When sunlight shines in, it shines like a work of art designed by an artist chosen by nature. Birds are willing to take a comfortable nap on it, even the scarecrow's swing can't drive them away.

Every time my cousin and I go to my grandmother's house, she always gets up early and goes to the market to buy the biggest, freshest, most purple and sweetest plums when it's just dawn and it seems that we can still see the faint shadow of the moon. Whenever grandma washes plums for us to eat with clear water, a kind smile will appear on her face at that moment, just like a few pieces of gravel thrown into the lake in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, which happily ripples layer by layer and cannot fade for a long time.

Later, grandma bought a plum sapling in the market, and the loose bark fell slightly, as if it would be scattered at the touch; The trunk is only as high as a salt pot, as thin as a pen, without a bright leaf; It seems that I have experienced the torture of death, and my life is gone. Grandma planted it by the window and said, "I'll give it to you two when he bears plums." Cousin said, "How long will it take?" Grandma said, "As long as you grow well, you can eat it the year after next."

Whenever my cousin and I are free, we look forward to sitting next to the plum tree, watering it to repel insects and "serving" it. Gradually, plum trees have leaves comparable to jade, and the trunk of the mountain has been moved straight; Gradually, the plum tree is taller than the window; Gradually, plum trees blossom and bear fruit, although most of them are green. Year after year, plums on plum trees are more purple, more and sweeter; My cousin and I have also grown taller; On the other hand, grandma slowly bent down.

On a cold rainy day, lightning and thunder flashed in the sky, and the strong wind interrupted the branches and bent the trunk. The plum tree by the window was also tortured to death-grandma found out that she had lung cancer and was dying. It's like an execution book sentenced to death, and we can only wait for the time to pass by bit by bit until the end.

Plum trees bear purple plums in the new year, but grandma can no longer see our laughter when eating plums; Plum trees grow new leaves after heavy rain; In the face of grandma's death, I am stronger. ...

There are many things in the world that deserve your gratitude and treasure. Actually, "gratitude" is not complicated. Sometimes it is a simple and sincere smile, and sometimes it is a simple "thank you". God created something and gave us one at the same time.

The two newly planted plum trees in front of the door were transplanted from other places by my mother a while ago, and one plum tree seems to be very unsuitable for the environment.

A while ago, my parents have been discussing the transplanting of fruit trees, and often ask me what kind of fruit trees are better. I didn't know what to plant, so I said at sixes and sevens that everything was fine and changed every day, but my parents had their choices. One afternoon, they moved two plum trees.

For the first time, my parents carefully looked after, watered, exterminated insects and cut yellow leaves every day, and they were very busy. As soon as I go home after dinner every day, I go to the plum tree, look around, look at the leaves and fruits, and occasionally comment on whether the fruit tree grows well or not. What about me; Looking for plums as big as flower buds, green ones, people can't resist the temptation to pick them and play.

Soon, a rainstorm hit, and we went home in the rain, just leaving in a hurry and saying, "It's raining, so as to save trouble." It's finally sunny. We didn't go to see the plum tree for a few days, so we were lazy. We went to see it every few days, sometimes once a week. Finally, in our leisure time, we came to this plum tree. Li Shu looks very human, and after all kinds of setbacks, he looks lazy. The listless fruit has also dried up, like dry land, and the organization is very clear. For that plum tree, my parents left "everything will fall" and left, but ignored another plum tree next to them, but-I found that although there were not many leaves and almost no fruit on the other plum tree, the leaves were not compacted. Although the trees next to that plum tree are huge and the environment is not as good as the last one, she is really trying to grow.

I appreciate, appreciate the growth environment of another tree; I appreciate, appreciate the growth attitude of that tree; I am very grateful, very grateful ... just like I have a good learning environment now, but I can't get results. Some people have a bad learning environment, but they really want to learn. What I appreciate is not only the growing environment, but also the growing attitude.

My hometown is Qiyang County, Hunan Province. The scenery there is unforgettable-it's full of sentiment everywhere. Spring, spring blossoms. Unknown wildflowers grow in fields, open spaces and grasslands ... in summer, they are cool. Many grandparents play chess and chat under the big tree ... In autumn, flowers and fruits are fragrant. This is a harvest season, and many trees bear fruit, including apple trees and persimmon trees ... in winter, it is all white. It's snowing. Snowflakes fall on trees, fields and open spaces. ...

There is a plum tree in front of my hometown.

In spring, plum trees bloom, with white, pink and faint floral fragrance, which makes people feel comfortable. These flowers are all kinds-some just spread two or three petals; Some are all unfolded; Some of them are full of flowers and skinny, and they are about to explode.

In summer, plum trees will bear fruit. Unexpectedly, the plum tree only took two or three days to bear fruit. How beautiful-plum is red and called Zhu; There is also a green one called Qingbuli. Mother told me that green plums can only be eaten when they turn white. And black cloth and plums. Plums on the tree are squeezed and touched, vying for the old farmer to pick them!

In autumn, the leaves of plum trees slowly turn yellow and fall. The ground is like a carpet paved with fallen leaves! This tree is bare and looks like antlers.

It snows in winter, and the snow floats on the plum tree. Plum tree is like wearing a cotton-padded jacket, white and furry, so cute.

Li Zishu, who has been in front of my house for many years, is so cute!

I spent my childhood in the countryside. Every time I close my eyes, I will think of the plum tree in my hometown yard, and that happy time will reappear before my eyes.

At that time, I was a naughty child, with a delicate mind to entertain myself in my own world. I remember one afternoon in the summer when I was about four years old, my father was on a business trip, and I was the only one at home. When he left, he said, "Go and play with Wu Yu." I called Wu Yu and we played together in the yard. When we looked up, we saw that the plum tree behind me was full of red fruits. I always hear it calling me when I bow my head. My thoughts flew to the tempting fruit, and my mouth watered and I licked my lips. He asked, "Wu Yu, do you like plums?" He squinted and smiled: "Of course." We labored to move a big chair from the room. I stood on the chair, my feet propped up, and my arms stretched out but I couldn't reach it. So Wu Yu moved a small stool and put it on a big chair. I climbed up carefully and finally picked a few, but those small branches and leaves were also pulled down. Smooth plums make your mouth water. I'll take the plums to wash at once. Because of my impatience, the water got bigger and splashed on me. After washing, he shared it with Wu Yu. He cried as soon as he had the first bite of rice. "It's so sweet and crisp!" Before I could speak, he said, "MengMeng, your clothes are wet."

In the summer afternoon, the sun's light is also burning, and a little water just adds some coolness. Besides, I just ate it, so I thought about it so much: "When it's wet, it's wet. Eat quickly. " We had a good time and made faces. Suddenly came my father's voice. We hid the remaining plums, but the leaves and high stools that fell to the ground made those who had already entered the yard. Dad saw it and said softly, "MengMeng, my yard is really busy today. Even the branches and leaves of plums come to play with you. Must be happy? " We just giggled, and dad's eyes became serious and asked, "Did you hit plums?" "No," we replied in unison. My father told the story of "Wolf" and told me not to do dangerous things.

Although it has been a long time, and I have never done anything similar, the scattered laughter has been lingering under the plum tree in my memory.

Writing Li Zishu's composition in early summer of July, because of the holiday! My mother and I went back to our hometown. To tell the truth, I seldom go back since the fourth grade, mostly because of my studies. So the memory of my hometown remained in my heart until I was ten years old. At that time, I remembered that there was a plum tree in the yard. Maybe it's been too long to remember how tall the plum tree is.

I grew up in the countryside and lived in my hometown with my grandmother. I was ignorant before, but I was greedy. Every April and May, when clusters of small white flowers appear on the plum tree, my attention is focused on this tree.

It was night, and my grandmother and I moved to a small stool, and I leaned against her arms. She gently stroked my shoulder with one rough hand and shook the cattail leaf fan for me with the other. The breeze of the cattail leaf fan came at me with grandma's love and the fragrance of plum trees. Suddenly, the irritability of that day was swept away by the wind, which was the warmest and most relaxing moment in memory.

At the beginning of June, if I remember correctly, it was the time when Li Zishu began to bear fruit. At that time, I always had a habit of secretly picking plums from my grandmother.

Because it is the first fruit, the fruit is small and green, and this plum tree is wild, so every time I steal a plum, it is always sour and bitter, and it is difficult to bite it open. Even so, the food I ate at that time was still with relish. Looking back now, I don't think I really liked the taste of plums, but I enjoyed stealing plums at that time.

Strangely, no matter how many plums I stole, my grandmother always knew when I stole them.

So I always thought grandma had super powers and could read minds! Whenever I ask, "Grandma, do you know magic?" Grandma always smiles and says, "Xiaoyu, I'll tell you when you grow up, okay?" It was also at that time that I wanted to grow up quickly. But I don't know that when I grow up day by day, that person will leave me day by day. ...

Plums are not very big when they are ripe. I vaguely remember that it was only the size of my fist. It is green and red, giving off an intoxicating fragrance, which can remind me of taste buds. When I bite down, the sweet and sour pulp juice immediately fills my whole pelvic cavity.

During the days when I ate plums, my grandmother and I looked at plums as before. I leaned against my grandmother's arms and just turned watching into eating. Every time I ask grandma if she eats plums? She always shakes her head and says that she has bad teeth and can't bite. I didn't ask much with a grain of salt. I didn't know until I grew up that grandma was not unable to bite, but unwilling to eat.

Later, I didn't come back because of my studies. Grandma was taken care of by my aunt when she was old. I haven't seen her since the Spring Festival.

But in the autumn of my fifth grade, grandma's bad news came! Hearing this news, my heart is about to collapse! I was in tears, and in the last few days, I held my hands day and night, never leaving. ...

Time is really amazing. In a flash, I suddenly understood that when I was a child, I asked my grandmother if she had magic. In fact, the so-called magic is just the word family!

After many years, at this moment, I am sitting in my car and driving on my way back to my hometown. I feel inexplicable fear, afraid to see that plum tree again, afraid to think of my grandmother, afraid that I can't help suffering. ...

I rubbed my eyes. In order to ease my mood, I picked up a plum from my bag and took a bite. This plum is so sweet and soft that it seems to melt everything.

But it can't hold my bitter heart. ...

My father brought back a plum from my aunt's house far away. Several brothers and sisters wanted to eat it, but my father put it in my hand: "Let my sister eat, my sister is the youngest." I am chewing plums in my mouth, and I feel not ordinary sweetness, but also full of love.

After eating plums, I planted the plum pit in a corner of the leisure yard, hoping that it could grow into a tree and produce more plums for my father and me to eat.

It wasn't long before I forgot about it. Occasionally passing by, I found a small green bud standing there shivering. After observing for a long time, I finally remembered that this is my plum stone. I cried excitedly and attracted my father. He looked at me puzzled. "What's the matter?" I told him excitedly: "My plum tree has sprouted! We can eat plums in the future! " Dad looked at me with a spoiled face and his eyes slightly tilted, looking young and handsome.

I am growing up day by day, and the little plum tree is growing up day by day. A few years later, I went abroad to study, so I can't take care of Li Shu often, but I know my father will take care of me. Because according to my mother, I once went to my grandmother's house and didn't come home in the rain at night. At that time, the plum tree was only over one meter high and its trunk was still very thin. Father was afraid that it would be blown down by the wind and rain, so he gave it a support in the rain and his clothes were wet. His mother advised him not to care about such a plum tree, but his father said, "The little girl will be angry and sad when the tree is scratched."

Soon, the family turned over a new house, and Li Zishu was a little in the way. Even so, my father did not destroy the plum tree casually, but carefully moved it to a safer place. Now, it has finally grown into a tall plum tree.

On this day, I went home, just as the plum tree blossomed. In the cool early spring, flowers are very dense. In the warm sunshine, plum blossoms like snow are pure and white. A gust of wind blew, and the flowers seemed to nod and talk to me happily ... Looking at Li kindly, I clearly felt the warm and harmonious fatherly love.

Writing Li Zishu's composition 10 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and when we grow up, we will learn a lot and forget a lot. But in my heart, there is such a thing that I will never forget.

I was still in kindergarten at that time. One day when I came home, I suddenly found a small tree in front of my house. Since then, every morning, I will take a small bucket of water with my small hand and come under the tree to catch my breath, and take the bucket to water the young trees. Gradually, the young trees grow bigger and bigger. When I was in the big class, the small tree had grown into a big tree.

One day, I couldn't answer the questions in class, and was called by the teacher to be punished. When I got home, I went to the tree, leaned against it gently, and cried and told it what happened today. After that, the tree touched my head with smooth leaves, as if to say to me gently, "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't make such a mistake next time." At this time, some plums fell on me from the big tree, and I smiled through tears: "So you are a plum tree! You are so kind to me, thank you! " Then, I picked up the plum and ate it. The golden sunshine shines on me and the plum tree.

From then on, whenever I have unhappy or happy things, I will tell Li Shu. During that time, Li Zishu became my closest partner.

Although the plum tree is gone now, it will remain in my heart forever. Become the best memory of my childhood.

There are many fruit trees in the northeast of my hometown, but I like plum trees best.

In spring, there are small bags on the branches, which are buds and are sprouting. Flowers bloom after the rain, clusters, clusters, crowded, you won't let me, I won't let you compete. The fragrance of flowers attracted countless bees and butterflies to dance among the flowers.

After a few days, the flowers and petals fell, like a group of flying butterflies, and fell to the ground like a snow-white carpet, very beautiful. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Even if the flowers fall, they will become fertilizer for the growth of plum trees. A few days later, it bears fruit, which is very small and covered with branches like pearls. At this time, the leaves have also been pulled out, and the leaves in early summer are already very lush. The plum tree looks like a green umbrella in the distance. During July and August of the lunar calendar, heavy fruits fall all over the branches and gradually mature. At first, they were green and sour. Soon, the plums are red and yellow, and the plums on the sunny side are more brilliant, which makes people drool. At this time, the taste of plums is sweet, slightly sour and delicious.

I like to eat plums, and I prefer plum trees that give fruits to people.

There are several plum trees on the back wall of 12 community. Every summer vacation, I always laugh and laugh.

Plum trees grow very tall, with branches extending in all directions and dark red and dense leaves.

Every summer, trees always bear many fruits, but they are all hidden in the leaves like hide-and-seek with us.

One day, grandpa saw that the plums were ripe and took me to pick them.

Grandpa is carrying a big bucket and I am carrying a small bucket. Grandpa is neither tall nor short. Although he is 80 years old, he is very hard. Every time he smiles at me, his eyes narrow into a crack.

I ran ahead and my grandfather walked behind. Although it is not fast, it is steady.

The sun is shining and the sky is blue. We came under the tree and began to get busy.

I pick from the tree, grandpa picks from the tree, grandpa can pick two at a time, and I can only pick one.

We picked in full swing and filled our pockets and barrels. Suddenly, I accidentally stepped on the air and fell from the tree. Fortunately, I was hugged by my grandfather. I was nervous, for fear that Grandpa wouldn't pick plums for me. Unexpectedly, Grandpa just smiled and said a sentence:

"Be careful next time."

Tired of picking, we sat on a chair by the roadside to rest. I shook my grandfather's arm and asked him to tell me a story.

Grandpa took my hand and began to recall the past: "Grandpa was very bitter when he was a child, and his family had no money to go to school ..." There is an unforgettable saying, holding Grandpa's calloused hand, I don't know how many heavy things he moved when he was a teenager. ...

When it's time to go home, I'm still in front, my grandfather is still behind, and the sunset reflects the old and the young, stretching the shadow of my grandfather and me. ...

Writing Li Zishu's composition 13 Life is one dream after another. When you wake up, move on.

When I was very young, my parents divorced and I was sent to my grandmother. My grandmother's home is near the Qingjiang River. It takes four hours to get to the town by bus from Yichang city, plus an hour by motorcycle to my grandmother's house. It is a beautiful place, almost isolated from the world. The Liu clan lives in the whole mountain, and there is a courtyard built in the Qing Dynasty at the foot of the mountain. There are trees at the door of every household there, and there is a Li at the door of grandma's house.

In the spring morning, I sat on the trunk, shaking my legs, smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms, watching bees whirling among the flowers, watching the ants on the ground busy, and the time was long and quiet. Mountain breeze blows, plum blossom rain blows. I occasionally pick two clusters of plum blossoms, and then find some soft branches in the mountains, weave them into garlands and wear them on my head, imagining myself as an Shan Ye elf, dancing lightly in the mountains.

At noon in summer, I was under the tree, watching the sun shine through the lush leaves, projecting a colorful beauty. I like eating plums. Every time the plums are green, I secretly climb up the trunk and shake them hard, and the tender plums will crash all over the floor. Of course, you have to pay attention when you come down, so as not to step on those precious fruits and then fall into the sky. Of course, the consequence of stealing plums is that my teeth will last for several days. Biting tofu hurts, so I have four cavities. I fell asleep leaning against the plum tree. Dream is a red sweet and sour encounter. The cat at home will come to my company at this time, curl up in my arms and have the same dream with me. When I woke up, the plums were ripe.

In autumn night, I lay on the trunk and looked at the stars all over the sky. Unknown birds are singing in the mountains from time to time. I feel like breathing with the whole mountain. If I am lucky, I can watch a romantic meteor shower.

On snowy days in winter, I play with snow in front of trees, and occasionally climb the trunk and shake branches, like plums in summer. Snow fell on the trees and fell to the ground. The sound of rustling is inexplicably wonderful, and occasionally sporadic snowflakes fall on my body, face and hands. Cold snowflakes are melted by body temperature and penetrate into the skin. The cold touch has an indescribable good feeling. I always play.

Later, I was taken to my grandmother by my father, and I haven't been back for a long time. I grew up beside my grandmother. I replaced my decayed tooth and grew new white teeth. I gradually forgot the plum tree. After a long time, my mother mentioned the plum tree in the telephone communication with my mother, saying that it died for some reason, and I remembered the plum tree that accompanied me to spend a good time. So, that summer vacation, I returned to my grandmother's house. Now there is only a dry stump left in the lush plum tree, and the annual rings represent its decay. I seem to see its rough branches, immersed in my young fragrance. My red sweet and sour dream like an elf can't go back after all. It died with the plum tree.

Now I am busy in the ocean of problems, fighting for new dreams.

When I was a child, I always liked to stay in my grandfather's orchard. What attracts me most is the plum tree next to the house.

As soon as the flowering period arrives, I will run to the tree to play, and "accidentally" hit the tree, and several plum blossoms fall leisurely, and the petals fall on my shoulders. It smells good! So, I held the tree and shook it hard. Plum blossoms are falling, and petals are falling. "Ha ha", I bathed in the rain and smiled happily. At this time, grandpa will come and stop it. He looked angry: "Little villain, don't want to eat plums?" "Yes, when I pick all the flowers, there will be results." I still smiled and answered. The person I fear most is my grandfather. He felt like tickling when he hit me. Grandpa shook his head helplessly and leaned against a shady wall to let me play. Happy and lovely Li Huayu!

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and Xiao Qingmei finally climbed up the branch. I can't help but pick two or three every day. When my grandfather saw me, he chased me around the tree and caught me again. He raised his arm high, but only gently landed on my back: "Alas, what a naughty bad girl!" " "

Happy and loving childhood!

A few weeks later, the plum tree was full of fruits. Every red fruit was purple, and there were some blue ones on it, which made me swallow. I have picked all the plums at the bottom, and I can only stare at the attractive plums at the top. At this time, grandpa will move a chair, stand up carefully, lean against the trunk, gently pull down the branches from a height, pick the plums and put them in his pocket, and say, "This is all mine!" " "After coming down, grandpa put all the rubies in front of my eyes for me to enjoy.

Happy and doting red plum!