Hometown's book composition

In our daily life or work and study, we will always come into contact with composition, which is a verbal activity for people to express their thoughts in written form. How to write a good composition? The following is a 300-word (selected 1 1) tree composition in my hometown, for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Trees in my hometown 1 Fuzhou, also known as Rongcheng, is a city with banyan trees as its name implies. I grew up in Fuzhou, so Fuzhou is my second hometown. Walking in the streets of Fuzhou, banyan trees with rich crowns and intertwined roots can be seen everywhere. Although the banyan tree is not unique to Fuzhou, it has been planted in Fuzhou for more than 900 years, and it has been propagated in large quantities, so Fuzhou has been given the nickname "Rongcheng".

There are banyan trees everywhere in Fuzhou, which constitutes a unique scenery in Fuzhou. Anyone who has seen banyan trees knows that banyan trees look so unpretentious. It does not have the beautiful and fruitful appearance of fruit trees, nor the rich aroma of osmanthus and camphor trees, but its stalwart appearance and vigorous vitality show a scene of vigorous growth and lush everywhere. It seems that a banyan tree is a shade and a green world. Banyan trees also have high ornamental and cultural value, and the king of banyan trees is even more rare and precious.

A big banyan tree has countless branches. The branches took root again, and some hung down to the ground and plunged into the soil. Some roots droop, looking from a distance, as if a "beard" has grown on the tree, swaying in the wind is very light and soft. This tree is evergreen all the year round. Its dense leaves overlap, leaving no gaps. The green leaves are so lovely that it seems that every leaf is shaking with new life. Ah, this beautiful banyan tree! It shows us all its vitality.

I love my hometown, and I love the trees in my hometown even more!

My hometown is the hometown of sugar oranges. When I look around in autumn and October, golden oranges are mixed with green orange trees, which shakes my heart.

In spring, the sunshine arouses the buds of orange branches, and it looks at the world curiously. The spring rain comes very often. Spring rain is like the hair on Daniel's body, and it is like an embroidery needle used by mother to sew clothes. A little rain falls one after another, which makes the buds of citrus reticulata bloom, and the white orange blossoms give off a burst of fragrance, attracting groups of butterflies to dance in the green bushes. They danced happily in the spring rain.

When the leaves of orange trees become greener, summer comes, and the leaves of orange trees go from shallow to deep. The farmer's uncle is carrying a big medicine bucket, holding a sprinkler, wearing gloves and masks, and fertilizing orange trees. They pinned their hopes on these orange trees.

Autumn is the most beautiful season in Orange Country. Oranges hang on their heads like lanterns, and like married girls, they are waiting for someone to pick them. There were bursts of laughter from time to time in the orange garden, and people were smiling and busy. Although they are sweating, their hearts are sweeter than eating honey.

In winter, the leaves of most trees have fallen off, while the leaves of orange trees are still green. They persist in the cold winter and spend the whole winter quietly.

Orange trees bring delicious fruits, great wealth and happiness in work to people. I love the orange trees in my hometown!

Trees in my hometown 3 towering mountains, shady countryside, my hometown is in a small village in Taiyuan, Shanxi. When I was a child, when I first came, that particularly fragrant jujube tree tied me firmly. Until I came there again, I saw great changes and didn't forget the jujube tree.

I was only three years old when I first came here. Open the curtains in the room and look up. The first thing you see is a jujube tree. The jujube tree is neither high nor low, but it bears many fruits and is very red, as if it had been kissed by the pink cheek of Miss Chun, which made me remember this tree at first sight.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I'm here again. It's autumn after six years. I opened the curtains again and saw the scenery outside the window: the mud disappeared and became green grass; The hay disappeared and became a green leaf. But the only thing I care about is the jujube tree. Looking in the familiar direction, what I see is not a jujube tree with childhood memories, but a withered tree, that is, the withered tree.

I stood on the small slope of my hometown and looked at the small house made of mud and stone; Holding the specialty yogurt in my hometown, I feel particularly uncomfortable; I think I put a stone.

Hometown is the place where we grew up, that specialty; I'll never forget that adobe house and that jujube tree, unforgettable.

My hometown is in Shaanxi Loess Plateau, a village called Wang Tie. Although known as the iron king, it does not produce steel, but is rich in apples. I lived in my hometown with my grandparents since I was a child. When I was old enough to go to school, I was taken to Changxing by my parents, leaving my hometown I missed day and night, and two jujube trees in my grandfather's yard.

Walking into the gate of grandpa's yard, on the right hand side is a vegetable field with peppers, cucumbers, radishes, parsley and other vegetables. Two big jujube trees can be seen in the center of the vegetable field. Their bark is very rough. When I was a child, I tried to climb a tree several times, but the results fell short and I was often scratched. Two big jujube trees are intertwined, as if grandparents were standing in the yard holding each other's hands and expecting me to go home.

Whenever everything on the earth recovers in spring, jujube trees begin to sprout, grow bright green leaves, and then gradually turn dark green. In summer, jujube trees bloom, and the jujube flowers are as big as rice grains and pale yellow. After a period of time, the branches will bear green fruits the size of soybeans. After the jujube grows, it grows very fast and will soon be as big as a grape. In autumn, the branches are covered with strings of red dates, which look like rubies from a distance.

Every time I want to eat dates, I always go around under the tree. Because the tree is too high, I can only look at the ocean and sigh. At this time, grandpa will give me long dates to eat. I really miss the good times of my childhood.

My hometown is Jia County, Yulin City. When you come here, you will be attracted by rows of jujube trees. Do you know how sweet and delicious the big red dates on those jujube trees are?

These jujube trees grow on rows of terraces and are watered by farmers' uncles. They have great vitality, so jujube trees can be seen almost everywhere.

In the spring when everything recovers, jujube trees germinate. It slowly sticks out its branches, swings in the breeze and makes a beautiful song. The leaves have turned green, ah! It finally bloomed, and pale yellow flowers hung all over the branches and hung down one by one. How beautiful!

In hot summer, jujube trees bear green fruits, which are oval and have thin skins. If you want to taste it at this time, it will have a astringent taste, but yellow-green dates are very popular.

Autumn is coming and the dates are ripe. I will invite everyone to pick up the dates. Some people stand on the tree and pick dates. Some people squat under the tree to pick up dates, and big dates hurt when they hit their heads. The old people said: this year is another bumper harvest year!

Winter came, the leaves on the jujube tree withered, and the jujube tree was covered with a layer of silver by heavy snow. Little friends made snowmen and had snowball fights, and jujube grove became our paradise.

Ah! I love jujube trees in my hometown.

My hometown is on the south bank of the fertile Yangtze River. There are strange peaks and rocks here, towering trees and shady trees. Green seasonal vegetables make people greedy. I like the tall loquat tree in front of my grandmother's house best. It is as tall as a giant, and its thick leaves spread out in all directions, like a big green umbrella to bring shade to people.

In spring, other fruit trees have just blossomed, and loquat trees are already covered with green fruits, bathed in spring breeze and drizzle, swaying happily in the branches. At this time, the fruits are not delicious. In May, golden loquats are covered with branches and decorated like golden lanterns.

Loquat is ripe. We are the happiest. Children and extended families in the village huddled under the loquat tree, followed at a distance. Grandpa brought a long bamboo pole with an iron hook. The bamboo pole keeps hooking, and the loquat jumps happily. We jumped up and down in a hurry, and in a short time, we picked up a big basket full of loquat. Everyone sat on the ground, in a hurry, peeling golden skin and putting fresh pulp in their mouths. Sweet, sweet, really sweet!

Loquat trees in my hometown are full of treasures. When I cough in autumn and winter, I pick a handful of loquat leaves and soak them in water, and my throat suddenly feels very comfortable.

Looking at those loquat trees with lush foliage and rich fruits, I really envy them. I like loquat trees in my hometown.

My hometown is Jiaxian County, Shaanxi Province, which is a big jujube production county and one of the five largest jujube production areas in China. It has been planted for more than 3000 years. Looking down from the hillside, there are countless jujube trees everywhere Walking on the winding path in my hometown, I was dazzled by the jujube trees on the roadside.

It's spring in April, and many little green heads are sticking out from the branches of jujube trees, as if looking at the world with curious eyes!

September has arrived and the date is ripe. Dad came to the jujube tree, climbed up the tree three times and two times, shook the branches hard, and slammed! Go! Jujube falls in unison. At this time, as long as I stand under the tree, jujube will dance ballet on my head and I will scream with pain.

I picked up a red date on the ground, wiped it with paper, put it in my mouth and tasted it. Ah! Sweet and crisp, very delicious. If you come to my hometown now, the hospitable hometown of jia county will treat you to a full meal.

Winter came, and it snowed for 5 days and 5 nights, and it didn't reach my knees. When I came to the jujube tree, I found a lot of snow piled on it, but it didn't flinch, and still stood there motionless like a straight soldier. I looked at it and suddenly felt like a jujube tree with snow on it. After a while, I realized that I was not a jujube tree, I was looking at a jujube tree.

This strong and tall jujube tree, I want to learn your excellent quality.

There is a century-old tree in my hometown. It's beautiful all year round.

In spring, everything gives birth to green shoots, and so does this old tree. Its thick branches are dark and bright, and the stream flows slowly around it, as if bathing the old tree. Its roots are deeply rooted in soil and rocks. All the children in the village play here. They sang beautiful songs and played games under the tree, which was very lively.

In summer, the old tree opens a giant umbrella to let all the women, old people and children in the village come here to enjoy the cool. The branches and leaves of trees are more lush than in spring. Green leaves are regularly arranged on the branches. Birds are playing hide-and-seek among the leaves, and a gust of wind passes by the Buddha, and the leaves rustle. Fascinated by the wonderful music, the children sat in chairs and listened carefully.

In autumn, the leaves are yellow As soon as the autumn wind blows, a few leaves fall and dance like golden butterflies, which is beautiful. A few days later, all the leaves fell, and the clothes without leaves on the trunk looked ugly. This tree trunk has become a good place to dry clothes and quilts. Almost all the clothes in the village are hung on it.

It snows heavily in winter and the snow hangs on the trees. The sun shines and the snow shines in the sun. This old tree has become a good place for people to take pictures. Local villagers and tourists will take photos in front of this old tree. They talked and laughed about the origin of this old tree.

This is an old tree in our hometown, which brings us great vitality all year round.

My hometown is located in a small village in Ejinhoro Banner. There are many trees there, but I like the tall tree behind grandma's house best. Grandma said, "This tree has been growing for hundreds of years and has a long history. It was planted by our ancestors and symbolizes peace, happiness and happiness. "

The leaves of that tree will sprout in spring. In summer, after the first rain, many green leaves will grow. Sometimes, I will sit under the tree with my friends to enjoy the cool. Look up at the grotesque leaves, some like duck's feet; Some are like handfuls of fans, very beautiful!

The branches of this tree are thick and big, and there is a hole under the tree, in which lives a lovely little squirrel. Don't underestimate the bark of this tree. Grandma sometimes scraped it off with a knife, strung it together with a string, threw it in front of the door to let the sun dry it, then covered it with leaves, wrapped the beef in bark with a string, and fried it in a pot for ten days and a half.

There are many branches, and the leaves are dressed like jasper, which is more energetic, just like "Jasper dressed as a tree height" in He's "Singing Willow".

In autumn, leaves become fallen leaves, and pieces of leaves are flying in the air under the autumn wind. After the autumn wind, the leaves fell at the foot of the mother tree.

I like trees, more like the trees in my hometown, like the flawless green leaves. So, I won't cut down trees, I want to care for the environment.

Tree composition of hometown 10 hometown, a fascinating place. There are relatives I miss, memories I can't erase, and scenery I miss.

I miss the Woods in my hometown. Those tall and strong trees, just like my father, guarded me, gave me support and made me feel infinite love and joy. Green leaves make people feel fresh.

I remember the strongest tree, which recorded my carefree childhood happiness.

In spring, my cousin and I picked willow branches, made garlands, put them on our heads and ran to the strongest tree to play house.

In summer, the weather was unbearable, so we ran under the tree to enjoy the cool and take a nap, which was very comfortable. I go to a nearby stream from time to time, take off my shoes and socks and play with water there. Cool and happy!

In autumn, we came under the tree, collected leaves as specimens and finished our homework. Every time we hand in our homework, the teacher says that our specimens are the best. We all laughed at that time.

In winter, we make a snowman and have a snowball fight under the tree. The laughter at that time was innocent and unrestrained. ...

Now, I have grown up, and so has that tree. Whenever I see a tree by the roadside, I always look down on it, because I think about that tree and the days when it accompanied me. Those days were the happiest days of my childhood. Because of it!

My hometown is in Lu Xian County. In this small county with a population of only a few dozen people, there is an unforgettable fragrance, and clouds as white as milk hook into my arms. It's a locust tree lying on its back in the dandelion in the East Village.

In summer, the wind blows a golden dandelion, and they change hands and dance on the grass, like black jade. A white locust tree hangs upside down on an old locust tree with branches. The lark's beige mouth pecks its white petals carefully, and its eyes are like sesame seeds. It seems that you can see this beautiful picture out of the hole. In mid-July, the whole village was shrouded in elegance. Occasionally, boys will be seen carrying bamboo baskets and holding barbs in their small hands in the sunset, throwing strings of "stars" into the basket. Although it is already like a hill, I still don't know how to cut it. The ground is white, as if white clouds have floated to the ground. The girl wore two dark pigtails and danced up and down like a duckling looking for food. Until noon, I saw wisps of kitchen smoke floating in the village, and I reluctantly set foot on the path soaked in Hu Aixiang.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are jumping on the staff compiled by Uncle Feng. The fallen leaves fell asleep sweetly at mother tree's feet. The old locust tree was also scared to sleep by the autumn songs.

The locust tree in my hometown is full of love. I love my hometown, especially the locust tree in my hometown.