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Prickly plum illustration

I believe everyone has dealt with writing, especially expository writing, which is of great significance in writing. The purpose of expository writing is to give people knowledge: or to explain the state, nature and function of things, or to clarify things. What are the characteristics of excellent expository writing? The following is a description of thorn plum that I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Description of thorn plum 1 There is a pot of thorn plum on our balcony, and our family likes it very much.

There are seven or eight branches of thorn plum, and there are many thorns on them. From a distance, it looks like long caterpillars are struggling to climb, and there seems to be something delicious waiting for them. His leaves are small oval, stretching during the day, round and green, just like pieces of jade; How long these leaves grow on the branches, forming clusters, very beautiful, like sharing the sunshine together; At night, its leaves will roll up and seem to be asleep.

Rosa davurica is a well-cultivated flower because it is very tenacious. Whether it is cold or hot, or it is stormy, it always stands strong. Even if I forgot to water it for two months, it can still grow new leaves, as if to tell me, "nothing can stop my growth!" " .

Prunus spinosa is also a kind of flower. Every time my father waters it, it shakes its head and looks very comfortable. The next day, it will bloom red flowers to thank its owner for his care, so my father and I especially like it.

The thorn plum not only brought me a lot of happiness, but also made me understand some truth. Men should be as strong as thorns, grow and blossom.

The thorn plum is very beautiful. I love the thorn plum!

On Wednesday afternoon, in the third class, the weather was very sunny. The teacher led all the students in Grade Three to binjiang road to observe the hard-core begonia. Along the way, everyone was talking and laughing and very happy. Some of them even talked about the topic of begonia.

When I came to binjiang road, the beautiful scenery in front of me was dazzling, with grass sprouting, willows covered with green leaves, and various unknown flowers competing to open. At this time, I think spring has really come. Looking at the rows of willows, I can't help but think of a poem, "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down." Unfortunately, we don't have extra time to enjoy these "beautiful scenery in spring" and go straight to the hard-core begonia. Bypassing the winding stone road, wow, what you see is a huge hard-core begonia tree. The students rushed over to observe it carefully and found that its stem was iron black, as thick as our arm. I think its name "hard-core begonia" comes from this! Branches grow vigorously, two or three meters long and about one meter short, and thorns of different thicknesses are scattered on the branches. The newly sprouted leaves are tender green, very soft to the touch and shiny; The leaves that grow out are dark green, in clusters, like green flowers, very beautiful. There are many begonia flowers on the tree, bright red with tender yellow stamens. I counted five petals, ranging in color from light to dark, and from pink to crimson. Very nice! Some have just opened two or three petals, and some are flowers and bones, bathed in the warm sunshine of spring breeze.

Looking at it, I seem to have turned into a red begonia flower, dressed in pink. A butterfly came and stopped on my arm and said, "Sister Haitang, I thought I was the most beautiful, but now I think you are more beautiful!" " At this time, bees also flew over, stopped on my head and said to me, "Sister Haitang, you are so beautiful! Can I pick some nectar? " I nodded and said, "Never mind, enjoy yourself!"

"What beautiful begonia flowers!" A burst of praise pulled me out of my imagination, and I suddenly realized that I was not a begonia flower, we were just admiring it! At this time, the distant red sun is going down the mountain, and we are reluctant to go.