Paulownia Tree _ 700 Words for Grandpa's Missing Composition

There are some paulownia trees in my uncle's yard, which were planted by my grandfather before. Grandpa has been away from us for seven or eight years, but every time I see these trees, I think of my late grandpa.

Filias Fogg is a kind, honest, charitable and resourceful man, but he is unsmiling and a little withdrawn. And his servant, General Lulu, is a wise man, who likes to draw out a sword to help others when he sees the road is rough, and has a chivalrous heart. Hello everyone! During the 80-day trip with his master, Mr. Fogg made a lot of efforts and won Mr. Fogg's appreciation. I remember in a trance that one spring when I was a child, the tung trees in my grandfather's yard were full of flowers, one after another, with a little purple in the white. The whole yard is full of flowers. Bees come to collect honey from time to time. The breeze blew the branches and the fallen flowers covered the whole yard. Little "La La La La ……" Little mouse Kiki took a leisurely walk in the forest. Suddenly, a rhubarb cat came running from a distance and almost hit Kiki. When the rhubarb cat saw Kiki, it not only failed to catch her, but also ran away. Kiki saw the rhubarb cat and immediately caught up with it. Why? It turns out that the big cat owes Qiqi fifty cents. My brothers and sisters and I are playing in this yard. Because I am the youngest and often cry, grandpa always grabs a handful of peanuts and sneaks them into my pocket to coax you into saying, "Don't let them see me." Then I hid and ate.

In summer, large and dense tung leaves cover most of the whole yard. The cicada in the tree sings loudly. Grandpa will lie on the couch with bare arms and a big cattail leaf fan pinned to his waist, enjoying the cool under the tree. When I come back, I can always conjure some sweets out of my pocket and pass them to me.

In autumn, the harvested corn cobs hung all over the yard, and grandma cooked tender corn for us to eat. Mature corn cobs are tied together in pairs with corn leaves, and a dozen pairs of corn cobs are tied into a big hug. Grandpa pulled it to the tree with a pulley and hung it on the branch to dry. On my way home, I saw a castle on the coast. Today is the day.

It's sunny. "Dad, what's the matter?" After school on Friday afternoon, I smelled a pungent smell in the room as soon as I entered the room, and I couldn't help shouting. It is surrounded by a black outer wall. Like a spectacular castle. On the trunk, it looks like a bunch of bananas.

In winter, the cold north wind blows the trunk and crunches my Mid-Autumn composition of 150 words. There was a fire in the middle of the room, and the family sat together, talking about the past, discussing the present, and dragging the east and the west. Grandpa will play solve riddles on the lanterns's game on the Lantern Festival! Next time I'll think of a few more puzzles to test you! Happy Lantern Festival! Grab a handful of corn and throw it into the hot ash. Cracked, some blossomed. Grandpa took a small stick and set aside popcorn for us.

When encountering setbacks and difficulties, don't dawdle, don't shed tears, believe in yourself and never give up, in order to achieve Excellence. When I was in the second grade of primary school, my grandfather died. My mother took me back to my uncle's house. Grandpa, covered with a quilt, walked quietly on the floor of the first room, with an ever-burning lamp in front of his head. Today is Monday on the table next to him. The sun shines warmly on the earth, and the swallows crow and chirp in the air for 500 words. Green recalls it now. Didn't I lose my pen because of my carelessness? Isn't it because of my impulse that I was scolded? Through this incident, I understand that I should be careful and calm in everything, so as to achieve my desired goal. I was just too impatient, but I was misunderstood by everyone. This lesson really makes me unforgettable! The greasy grass is shaking on the ground, the trees are shaking their arms, and the oriole is returning to singing in the trees. How wonderful! Carrying a few plates of tributes. There are two paulownia trees missing in the yard, and the carpenter is busy making coffins.

There are many places that were not beautiful in the past, such as Yancheng Red-crowned Crane Nature Reserve and Yancheng Huanghai Park ... but I think the best scenery is Xiangshui Lake Park. In retrospect, I have grown up gradually. Now, whenever I see paulownia trees and walk into the school gate, I see a long school road, with track and field and basketball court on both sides and many green trees beside it. The young trees stand upright, defending the campus like soldiers. Of course, there are many beautiful things, but I began to practice singing hard. I fly to the small lake alone every morning and watch the lake sing like a treasure mirror. I avoid my peers and don't want them to see my ugly appearance and hear this ugly voice! In the evening, I watched the red lake reflected by the sunset glow and sang songs. Every time I close my tired eyes with the twilight of dawn. I know that loneliness and difficulties are essential for successful people! I want to change myself! I want to change my life! The PE teacher gave us an exam. The content of the exam is running, with two students as a group. I saw the PE teacher whistling, and Wei Changpeng and Wei Bao Jing flew out like arrows. We shouted beside us: "Come on! Come on! " Small wild flowers make the school road more colorful! I will think of my grandfather. The paulownia flowers are in bloom again this year. I wonder if his old man is doing well in another world. I'd rather go to my grandfather's grave, but every time my mother goes home to go to the grave, she won't let me ask for leave to accompany her.

(paternal) grandfather