Zhu Lin students' composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Still at a loss for composition? The following are my collected compositions from Zhulin students for reference only. Let's have a look.

Bamboo student composition 1 In the south yard in winter, autumn chrysanthemums wither, and the phoenix tree leaves a few dead leaves. At last, the mulberry tree can't bear the cold and loses the last bit of green. Only that clump of bamboo stands upright, green as an arrow and full of vitality.

Bamboo roots are as slender as whips and covered with long green forests. It is active, or hidden in wet soil, or exposed on the ground where residual leaves fall, expanding and extending, lurking on the whole hillside, like a string of unwilling lumbricus. With their graceful posture, the South Courtyard has given birth to many auras.

The bamboo pole is straight, growing, standing and green.

They are wise men in the garden. In the wind, it seems to be a free and easy conversation in the forest. Slender pole, or reclining, or lying, or standing, indifferent and casual, uninhibited, lofty and lonely. Even though it was ravaged by the red wind and shaken by the blood and rain, it still played a generous "Guangling San", which was both sad and angry. When the festival is poor, you can see a bunch of bamboo standing in the cold corner of the courtyard, facing it calmly. In the middle of winter, the snow shines in the bamboo heart, and a pinch of snow stays on the green pole, silently showing innocent bamboo products to the loess in heaven.

They are hermits in the garden and have been poor all their lives. They either stand on the hillside, or in the wetland, or plant in the wasteland, guarding their spiritual paradise. If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold. Write a thin bamboo, be a fishing rod on the autumn wind river, and seek an independent peace.

Bamboo poles are clustered, one by one, tightly and densely around the mother. The branches are stained with tears, and the telephone poles are scarred, but they are strong. * * * bitter * * difficult, they share weal and woe, never give up. Covered with thick snow, the branches droop and want to touch the soil. However, as long as a red sun hangs high, thousands of branches will sing a triumphant song that is still in harmony with the sky. It embodies the unyielding backbone and Lingyun's ambition, and it is endless-

Bamboo leaves are scattered, whether on the branches or on the soil, they are green, lush and green all their lives. In that leaf, there are dreams of bamboo, hopes of bamboo and yearning for sunshine. It sometimes appears gentle, sometimes strong, sometimes melancholy, sometimes angry.

A clump of bamboo, a seamless green masterpiece, is so simple and lively, never ostentatious, let alone provoking bees and butterflies.

It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. There is such a bamboo forest in my south yard.

The memory of childhood is colorful, but the deepest impression is a blue bamboo forest.

This is a beautiful bamboo forest on the hill behind my grandparents' house. When I was a child, I often played with my friends, playing hide-and-seek and other games. I still feel happy when I think about it As soon as spring comes, the tender bamboos in the whole mountain area sprout, full of vitality and spring. Walking in the forest, the breeze blowing, the sound of bamboo rustling, very comfortable. Listening to this sweet voice and smelling the fragrance of tender bamboo is very pleasant.

The tender bamboo in spring has an indescribable beauty. Green stems, green leaves, clumps, roots and branches are upward, giving people an upward force. There are beautiful bamboos, whipping bamboos with their heads held high, and spotted bamboos with small tears on their skin.

Bamboo is modest and restrained, which gives people unlimited imagination and inspiration. Therefore, ancient literati liked bamboo very much and regarded it as a symbol of personality. Scholars like to draw bamboo, such as, Wen, Ke and so on. Poets like to chant bamboo, such as Su Shi and Ma Zhiyuan. Su Dongpo wrote dozens of poems about bamboo, and what I remember most is "I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo."

I often go for a walk in the forest and pick up bamboo baskets in the forest. Pick up the straw mat woven by grandma Zhu, which is soft, moisture-proof and insect-proof. It is one of the favorite seats for rural people. The bamboo forest is fresh and clean, with no weeds, only a thin layer of bamboo leaves. Summer is our favorite game and the best place to cool off.

Bamboo forests are lush all year round. Even in the dead of winter, when all the trees are dead, the bamboo forest is still vigorous and tall.

In my childhood, the bamboo forest accompanied me to grow up, giving me happiness, strength and endless inspiration. Bamboo is my best friend.

Since kindergarten, I have been studying in the town with my parents, and the green bamboo forest has been condensed into a distant memory. However, I miss my old friends all the time. This feeling is stronger every time the wind blows. I seem to be back in that bamboo forest, strolling in the bamboo forest and having heart-to-heart communication with those bamboos.

Bamboo Forest Student Composition 3 Bamboo Forest There is a bamboo forest on my way to school, and different scenes will appear there at different times and seasons. My favorite is the changeable bamboo forest in early autumn. In the morning, the sun rises and the bamboo forest is full of vitality. From time to time, a few birds are singing, crisp and pleasant. The air here is fresh and refreshing in the bamboo forest, just like being in a paradise. Especially in the bamboo forest after the rain, although there were fewer birds, they did not die. Transparent water drops slowly slide down from the emerald bamboo pole, and occasionally smell the fragrance of soil and bamboo leaves. Noon is very different from morning. It's already autumn, but the temperature is still like summer, not as cool and pleasant as morning. The burning sun is baking the earth, and the bamboo forest is like an oven, and the heat is pressing. Bamboo poles reflect sunlight and look golden, like jade inlaid with Phnom Penh. In the evening, when the sunset dyed the horizon red, so did the bamboo forest. From a distance, the bamboo forest seems to be burned by a crimson flame. At this time, the birds seem tired and don't chirp like during the day. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". At this time, standing on the edge of the bamboo forest, I will feel homesick in my heart. When night falls over the city, the bamboo forest is also very dark, with only a few rays of starlight and moonlight shining on the bamboo leaves. There is no one in the bamboo forest, only darkness, which is frightening. This is a changeable bamboo forest in early autumn.

In my hometown, across a dam in front of the village, there is a dense bamboo forest.

In the early morning, when I walked into the bamboo forest, a faint fragrance came to my nose, and every bamboo stood upright like a sentry. As long as the breeze blows gently, their slender, green bodies begin to dance lightly, and those yellow bamboo leaves fall from the top, as if dancing with dancing bamboo. I like to watch lively bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil and enjoy the beautiful scenery around me.

At noon, sometimes the sun shines brightly, and thousands of golden lights pass through the bamboo forest like swords, dyeing the whole bamboo forest golden, and the bamboo becomes shiny; Sometimes it is calm after a storm, and transparent raindrops keep rolling on bamboo leaves, just like crystal pearls.

By the time the sunset dyed the horizon red, the farmer's uncle had returned home with a full load, and the children playing happily went home. When the bamboo forest is quiet, many small insects begin to become active. An insect concert was held in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves also made a "swish" sound, as if cheering for insects.

I love the bamboo forest in my hometown!

Bamboo student composition 5 gradually I entered the fantasy, and a beautiful picture was printed in my mind:

A gust of wind brushed my ears and blew down my leader. I walked silently on the path, watching the flowers and plants enjoying the drizzle. Walking slowly, quietly listening to the gentle sound of the drizzle …

In the sky, the rain falls quietly. It covered the bamboo forest with a layer of hazy yarn and washed the bamboo forest so clean and thorough. I stood in the middle of the road and let the rain hit my face and body carelessly ... the rain was really good. It always slips through my fingers and falls to the ground.

The rain stopped in a hurry. The sun smiled, and the soft sunshine sprinkled on the bamboo forest, reflected by the bamboo leaves, gave off a salty light. By the time I put on one, the luster had dissipated. Sunlight shines through layers of bamboo leaves, and the shadow with freckles and tiny spots vaguely draws a picture on the soil.

Looking at it, thinking about it ... Just when I was intoxicated with this beautiful dream of taking facts, my thoughts were pulled back by this scene-small bamboo shoots were everywhere on the ground. Look, they are only a little bigger, but they are still sticking their heads out. Maybe they want to see this magical and beautiful nature earlier! Yes! Who doesn't want to enjoy this song "Colorful is always Spring"?

There are many hateful birds in the bamboo forest, which is the conscience of bamboo. Slowly, my vision blurred, as if I had turned into a bird and flew to the "Bamboo Sea". Fly! Fly! Let me see the farmer's uncle digging bamboo shoots, filled with a happy smile; Let me see the green bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze.

Time passed and the farmer's uncle came back humbly; The bright sunshine reflected on my face and the birds went home. I should, too ...

At this time, the breeze brushed my face slightly, and I breathed a fresh air from my heart. That is not only the smell of wind, but also the smell of bamboo leaves. This is what I love about my hometown-it spreads from the heart.

Everything in this bamboo sea is so beautiful! I hope my wild garden can do the same!

Slowly, I woke up, rubbed my eyes and looked again. Nothing has changed. Or yellow bamboo forests, or raging storms, or ...

All this is a dream.

There is a lush bamboo forest in front of my house.

Early in the morning, milky white fog enveloped the earth. Bamboo forests seem to be immersed in dense fog. Green bamboo leaves are covered with dew. Just shake the leaves gently and the dew will fall and get us all wet. After a while, the fog cleared and the sun shone like a sword through the treetops into the Woods. The bamboo forest became lively, and birds flew from this branch to that bamboo. Bamboo wakes up from sleep. Show your beautiful hair in the sun.

At noon, dense layers of bamboo leaves sealed the bamboo forest tightly, blocking people's sight and covering the blue sky. We played hide-and-seek in the bamboo forest.

As night falls, the round moon quietly climbs the treetops, the bright moonlight shines on the bamboo forest, the wind blows gently, and the birds sleep in the warm nest. It's very quiet around, and the whole bamboo forest is sleeping.

Ah! My bamboo forest is like a changeable ink painting.

Bamboo student composition 7 Yunxi Bamboo Trail, what a beautiful name, what a poetic name! But it is not just a beautiful name, the most beautiful is its quiet bamboo forest.

The beauty of the bamboo trail in Yunxi is nothing more than its green color. This bamboo forest is green and dripping; Green and delicate; Green is lovely. The newly grown tender bamboo is light green; Tall bamboo is green; Old bamboo is dark green. All kinds of greens come together and become a green ocean.

Bamboo in Yunxi Bamboo Trail is not only green, but also dense. Looking around, this bamboo is dense, one after another, and even the branches and leaves on it are staggered, interspersed and overlapped. Looking from the bottom up, it's like laying an airtight net.

Yunxi Bamboo Trail is also a quiet place. There are not many tourists there, and it is very quiet. In the faint bamboo forest, only the faint birdsong and the faint wind can be heard. The wind rustled the bamboo leaves. This sound is soft and careful, but it has become a more common "sound" in the bamboo forest.

The air in Yunxi Bamboo Trail is very fresh. After the purification of bamboo forests, the air here is exceptionally clean, as if with a little sweetness of bamboo. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed.

This is the beautiful Yunxi Bamboo Trail! That beautiful bamboo forest.

I have long heard that Zhudongtian enjoys the reputation of "the first bamboo in Jiangbei". During the May Day holiday, my father took us to play in Zhudongtian. I was humming my little song "Outing" along the way, while looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly I arrived. There were many people in the parking lot, so I finally found a parking place. It can be seen that there are so many tourists coming to Zhudongtian.

As soon as we entered the bamboo cave, "the first bamboo in Jiangbei" appeared in front of us. The bamboo cave in May is graceful and elegant. This is the long-awaited bamboo cave. There are many small bamboo shoots in the bamboo cave. Some are so tall, some are just showing their heads. They are so cute. The staff has hung the slogan "Please take care of the small bamboo shoots" on the baby's head. Don't let others bully you. When you grow up, you will become a thick and strong bamboo! I also made a mark on the bamboo shoots. I said, let's see who grows taller in a month.

The ethnic customs garden is even more interesting. Opposite the door is a water pheasant with a dragon. A huge stream of water spewed out from its mouth, making the water turn, and the paddle of the waterwheel moved the pheasant pole, driving the pheasant head to hit the ground together. Mother said that water hammer was a machine for processing grain or medicinal materials invented by working people in ancient China. I not only lamented the cleverness of our ancestors.

We came to the Giant Panda Forest Hall, but there was only a statue of Yang Yang the panda. According to my mother, Yang Yang was a passer-by of Zhu Dongtian from April 18 to 27, 20xx. He eats more than 20 kilograms of bamboo every day and sleeps for more than 10 hours. What a lazy guy! Unfortunately, I was too young to witness it.

With the rosy clouds in the evening, I am reluctant to leave ... but the beauty of the bamboo cave is still reflected in my mind. May our bamboo cave become bigger and more beautiful.

There is a small bamboo forest in our campus. We enjoyed studying and playing here and spent many unforgettable and wonderful times.

In spring, the bamboo forest is lush and the bamboo leaves overlap, which is beautiful. Standing by the bamboo forest, students can feel the real feeling of "cranes falling on the beach, bamboo leaves three"

In summer, the sun is like fire. Xiaozhulin is a summer resort for students during recess. Bamboo leaves are lush. Dense green leaves reveal mottled shadows of the sun, shielding everyone from the scorching sun and heat.

In autumn, the west wind blows hard, and some leaves turn yellow gradually. From a distance, they look like yellow ships in the ocean. Bamboo leaves fall to the ground, occasionally adding a little "trouble" to the cleaning students.

In winter, the heavy snow crushed its slender body, and several naughty children stretched out their arms, grabbed the bamboo and shook it gently to relieve its heavy pressure, restore its beauty and face the bright sunshine.

Bamboo is one of the "four gentlemen" in flowers and a representative of perseverance. I often stand in front of it and daydream. ...

Bamboo Forest Student Composition 10 Bamboo Forest There is a bamboo forest on my way to school, and different scenes will appear there at different times and seasons. My favorite is the changeable bamboo forest in early autumn. In the morning, the sun rises and the bamboo forest is full of vitality. From time to time, a few birds are singing, crisp and pleasant. The air here is fresh and refreshing in the bamboo forest, just like being in a paradise. Especially in the bamboo forest after the rain, although there were fewer birds, they did not die. Transparent water drops slowly slide from the emerald bamboo pole, and occasionally smell the fragrance of soil and bamboo leaves. Noon is very different from morning. It's already autumn, but the temperature is still like summer, not as cool and pleasant as morning. The burning sun is baking the earth, and the bamboo forest is like an oven, and the heat is pressing. Bamboo poles reflect sunlight and look golden, like jade inlaid with Phnom Penh. In the evening, when the sunset dyed the horizon red, so did the bamboo forest. From a distance, the bamboo forest seems to be burned by a crimson flame. At this time, the birds seem tired and don't chirp like during the day. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". At this time, standing on the edge of the bamboo forest, I will feel homesick in my heart. When night falls over the city, the bamboo forest is also very dark, with only a few rays of starlight and moonlight shining on the bamboo leaves. There is no one in the bamboo forest, only darkness, which is frightening. This is a changeable bamboo forest in early autumn.