Begonia tree writing composition grade two

1. How can I write a good composition about Begonia?

There are two begonia trees in front of the north building of the school. These two begonia trees are more than five meters high, and their thick trunks are slightly inclined, just like two armored guards guarding both sides of the door.

In spring, among the delicate green leaves, clusters of white as jade and thin as gauze are in full bloom. Flowers are crowded, dense and covered with branches. That begonia tree is simply a flower tree, Yushu. Graceful flowers and refreshing fragrance are really pleasing to the eye. I walked under the tree and picked up a begonia flower falling with the wind. A closer look, I saw five white and flawless petals wrapped in the middle of the goose yellow stamen, which looked so delicate and beautiful. This is a gust of wind, and the petals of the begonia tree float down, like a rain, accompanied by a fragrance. I really feel high in this situation.

In summer, the snow-white begonia flowers gradually fall, the green leaves on the branches are more lush, and the emerald leaves cover the tree heads. Despite the scorching sun in midsummer, students can still hear their cheerful laughter under the begonia tree, because there is a large shade under the dense leaves. Soon, a small green begonia poked its head out of the green leaves and looked at everything in the campus playfully.

In autumn, the green leaves of begonia gradually turn yellow and fall off. And those Haitang people who are still naughty in summer, I don't know why they are suddenly shy and their cheeks are flushed. These lovely little begonia, in twos and threes, are covered with branches in clusters. Look, the beautiful red scenery is like rosy clouds on the horizon, and this is the fruit of the begonia tree!

I saw many beautiful flowers and trees in parks and streets. But I think these two begonia trees on campus are the most beautiful and lovely. Because it is the symbol of our old and young school.

2. Observation diary plant begonia tree There are two begonia trees in front of the north building of the 350-word school in grade three. These two begonia trees are more than five meters high, and their thick trunks are slightly inclined, just like two armored guards guarding both sides of the door.

In spring, among the delicate green leaves, clusters of white as jade and thin as gauze are in full bloom. Flowers are crowded, dense and covered with branches. That begonia tree is simply a flower tree, Yushu. Graceful flowers and refreshing fragrance are really pleasing to the eye. I walked under the tree and picked up a begonia flower falling with the wind. A closer look, I saw five white and flawless petals wrapped in the middle of the goose yellow stamen, which looked so delicate and beautiful. This is a gust of wind, and the petals of the begonia tree float down, like a rain, accompanied by a fragrance. I really feel high in this situation.

In autumn, the green leaves of begonia gradually turn yellow and fall off. And those Haitang people who are still naughty in summer, I don't know why they are suddenly shy and their cheeks are flushed. These lovely little begonia, in twos and threes, are covered with branches in clusters. Look, the beautiful red scenery is like rosy clouds on the horizon, and this is the fruit of the begonia tree!

I saw many beautiful flowers and trees in parks and streets. But I think these two begonia trees on campus are the most beautiful and lovely. Because it is the symbol of our old and young school.

3. About the composition of the old begonia tree ① If there is open space, I want to plant two trees, no matter in front of the window or behind the house: an acacia tree to commemorate my mother; A begonia in memory of grandma.

Grandma and an old begonia tree are inseparable in my memory, because grandma has been looking for it in the shadow of that old begonia tree all her life.

The old begonia tree is close to the height of the room, with two thick branches bent like a recliner. When I was a child, I climbed up and played there every day. Grandma shouted under the tree, "Come down, and you will stay up there for one day?" Yes, I read picture books, played slingshots and even did my homework there. "Do you also eat rice on it?" She asked again. Yes, eat. Grandma held the delicious food above her head. (1) My legs clung to the branches, and the moon in a haystack picked up the plate. "What do you think? Sleep on it, too?" Yes, there are flowers everywhere. Grandma stood on the ground, under the old begonia tree, looking at me. She must be envious. Guess what I can see from above.

(4) In spring, the old begonia tree shakes the trees and flowers, shaking off the petals like snowflakes. Grandma sat under the tree with a paper bag, nagging me from time to time: "Why don't you come down and help me?" How quickly your little hands paste! "I'm crazy in the tree. Grandma added, "Did I beg you? This work is very tight! " I said, "My parents raised you. Why are you so tired? Grandma straightened up to catch her breath without saying a word.

⑤ In summer, the old begonia tree is flourishing, and grandma is sitting in the shade of the tree, and I don't know where to find a job of mending flowers, wearing reading glasses and sewing needles. When it was dark, she shouted at me, "Can't you go and wash the vegetables?" Can't you see I'm too busy? "I jumped down from the tree, washed vegetables and washed things. Grandma was angry: "are you so stupid at school?" Grandma pushed away her work and said, "I have to cook for you all my life? Can't I have my own job? "I dare not say anything. Grandma washes the bowl and picks up the needle and thread, or raises her eyes from the upper edge of reading glasses, or looks around and waits for a while.

One autumn, the old begonia tree still lost its leaves. Before dawn, grandma got up and took the initiative to sweep the yard "Shua-shua-"The neighbors are still dreaming. At that time, she was hunched, and I was old. When I heard the sound, I ran out and said, "You rest. I'll do it. I promise it won't take three minutes." But this time grandma didn't want my help: "well, you!" " Don't you understand? I have to work. "I said," but who can see it? " Grandma said, "You can't do this. Whether you can see it or not is someone else's business. I must stay awake. "After sweeping the yard, she went to sweep the street.

⑦ I understand why she insisted on sticking paper bags to mend flowers and not letting herself be idle. She doesn't make money, she works. When will she have a job like mom and dad? Maybe this is what she looks like. However, this may look bigger-she said, "keep pace with the times."

So in my memory, almost every winter night, grandma studied under the lamp. Outside the window, in the wind, the dead branches of the old begonia tree beat on the eaves and rubbed against the window lattice. Once, grandma approached me cautiously with a newspaper: "What does this paragraph mean?" I said impatiently, "Is it useful for you to learn that thing?" Even if you understand it, you will have culture? "Grandma immediately said nothing, just looked down at the newspaper and didn't look away for a long time. My heart suddenly tightened, but I knew it was irreparable. "grandma. ""grandma! " "Grandma-"She finally looked up, her eyes full of shame and she didn't blame me.

Pet-name ruby But in my memory, grandma's eyes slowly left the newspaper, left the lights, left me, stopped on the shadow of the old begonia tree by the window, continued to leave, left all the voices, drifted into the night, drifted into helpless confusion ... In my dream, in my prayer, the old begonia tree also crashed away, followed grandma and accompanied her; Grandma sat in the flowers of the tree and in the shade of the ground, looking around, or constantly asking me to tell her what this passage meant. This image, year after year, is fixed as my yearning, and I will always regret it.

4. The composition is similar to the old begonia tree. There is a begonia tree next to the ditch in my kitchen.

Its branches are thin, like bamboo branches. The leaves are oval and more than ten centimeters long. There are many patterns on the leaves, which are very beautiful! What is more striking is the flower of the begonia tree.

Begonia flower is pink, with golden buds, like a small sun that will change color. The petals are big and delicate, and the color changes from pink to deep purple. The taste of begonia flowers is very fragrant, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Whenever I am angry, I go to smell the flowers and relax.

Beautiful flowers should be accompanied by beautiful leaves. The leaves of the begonia flower are like a princess's beautiful skirt, which sets off the lovely begonia flower.

Branches support the beautiful princess-Begonia flowers, and constantly transport nutrients for Begonia to make it bloom.

Beautiful begonia flowers, green leaves, selfless branches, such a begonia tree, how can it not be loved!

5. The sentence describing the begonia tree is 1. Begonia flowers are curved, with pink Kobanawa green leaves beside them, giving people a sense of beauty.

Some are still in full bloom, as if bright flowers are about to bloom; Some have blossomed countless small flowers, like wearing a gorgeous dress. There are pots of iris under the hem of begonia, which are brightly blooming like dancers, dancing in the sun, revealing its charming fragrance.

Not far away, the big begonia tree is full of dense layers of reddish flowers, which are like several flying springs in the sun. Stepping forward, some begonia flowers smile happily, revealing pink "dimples"; Some begonia flowers looked at me shyly, as if to say to me, "Do you think I am beautiful?" People come to watch and take photos with them.

3. Begonia flowers are charming, chic and beautiful. It is a famous flower given by exquisite customs, and it is known as "national beauty and fragrance", known as the title of "fairy in flowers" and "noble in flowers", and also known as "flower for explaining words". "The snow lake is covered with brocade, which accounts for the most romantic color in spring."

"I'm afraid the flowers will fall asleep at night, so I light candles and put on red makeup." Throughout the ages, how many people are praising Haitang, and how many people are dreaming about Haitang? .

6. Tree Planting Composition Spring has arrived in the second grade, and the weather is getting warmer and warmer. The grass poked its head out unconsciously, the small flowers that bloomed early opened smiling faces, the trees grew green leaves, and the earth was covered with new green makeup.

This afternoon, the school organized us to plant trees in the nearby park. The teacher divided Xiao Ming and me into a group. I was carrying a shovel, Xiao Ming was carrying a sapling, and we found a clearing to start planting trees. Xiaoming picked up a shovel and dug a big pit, which loosened the soil. I straightened the little tree to make it grow straight, and Xiaoming cultivated it. We worked in full swing and planted it soon. Xiao Ming carried another bucket of water and watered the young tree. The little tree swallowed, as if to say, "Thank you, I will definitely make contributions to mankind when I grow up." I looked at the little tree and thought, when I grow up, I will come to see this tree again. It will become a big tree, and I will be very happy then.

Through this tree planting activity, I know to care for flowers and trees and make our world more beautiful and greener.

7. Second grade composition: Write an article with willow, sun, ant and small fish. Although it doesn't have the fragrance of flowers, the sweetness and sourness of fruits and the deliciousness of vegetables, I just like its spirit of silent dedication.

Spring blossoms and everything recovers. Willow also opened its sleeping eyes, stretched its soft branches and began to grow catkins. Catkin flies all over the sky like cotton.

After the catkins fall off, willows grow where the catkins grow ... Mao Mao dogs like caterpillars, and then germinate where Mao Mao dogs fall off. This reminds me of a poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down."

I don't know who will cut the leaves well ... the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The sultry summer came unconsciously, which is the most vigorous season for plant growth.

Willow leaves have grown long and thin, and the leaves have changed from light green to dark green. Occasionally, the breeze will blow some willow leaves into the lake, and frogs will regard it as a concert hall. Ants use them as playgrounds; Small fish use it as a sun umbrella ... golden autumn comes quietly. At this time, it is the harvest season.

But this is also the saddest season for flowers and trees, because their leaves begin to fall off. Liu reluctantly waved goodbye to Liu's mother.

Pieces of willow leaves floated in the air, fell to the ground and landed in the lake. Leaves floating in the air are like beautiful butterflies; Leaves that fall on the earth and the lake are like a golden quilt on the earth and the lake.

But it's not a pity that the leaves are gone. They can be used as fertilizer for willows next year. The cold winter is coming, and the biting wind makes people tremble.

Although there are no green leaves, the willow still stands in the snow, waiting for the next year to take root and sprout.