Baiyangshu composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a collection of eight selected poplar compositions that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to share.

Selected Essays of Poplar 1 We are a group of trees, standing in the yellow dust of the desert, blown by sandstorms, and we are still determined.

Relatives and friends say that we all say that we are unfortunate, because we are also trees, and other trees live in comfortable mountains and plains, but what about us? Some trees also said, "You can't even compare with street trees!" " "Yes, staying in the flying sand all day is undoubtedly the depravity in depravity. The only thing we can compare with other trees is a pool of clear water around us, which quenches our thirst and makes us grow poplars in the desert.

Our destiny is to stay here. In this desolate and vast desert, our existence is undoubtedly only a trivial ornament. But have you ever imagined how exciting it is for a person to walk in the desert and suddenly see an oasis when he is extremely short of water? Therefore, our existence is also essential.

Nights in the desert are extremely cold. We gritted our teeth and shivered in the cold night wind, but we straightened up and faced the biting wind calmly. We just stood there, surrounded by only the wind, and occasionally there were a few cries of desert foxes. We closed our eyes until we saw the sun again the next day. The weather in the desert is very bad, and we have to be on tenterhooks every day, because we may be swallowed up by sandstorms at any time, but fortunately, this moment has not happened at least now, although we have experienced some sandstorms of all sizes.

Perhaps, a tired traveler came along, sucking the sweetness of the pool greedily and sitting comfortably in the sun to enjoy the cool. This is a moment of great pride for us. Yes, some people may have given up hope in the desert, but we still provide them with sweet water, fresh air and pool water as always.

Standing in the yellow dust of the desert, we are proud and proud trees.

Speaking of the west, people will think of words such as sandstorm, drought and poverty, which makes it impossible for most children there to study and teach in the west. This dream is like a tough poplar, deeply rooted in my heart.

This is not my childhood dream. The next time I watched TV, I happened to see the news that college students were teaching. The picture shows a dilapidated and narrow classroom with two children huddled on a desk to read and write. Every time the teacher gives a lecture, every pair of small eyes stare at the blackboard. There is a deep longing in their eyes. They are thirsty, so they study hard and dare not slack off. Sometimes they dare not look elsewhere for half an hour, otherwise it is a blasphemy against the fate of young bodies and makes them look so pitiful. My heart is full of shock, and that kind of look has melted me.

Since then, I have had such a dream in my heart. I want to be a teaching teacher in the west. I have taken this as my due responsibility, and I can't forget those small eyes. This dream is sacred to me, and it is also very difficult.

Therefore, I study harder, not just knowledge. Whenever the teacher gives a lecture, I will learn the method of the teacher's lecture. What would I say if it were me? I will teach myself before learning the new course. Learning is not only listening to the teacher's lectures, but also autonomous learning is a very important way of learning. I study hard and want to be admitted to an excellent normal university to bring good education to the west.

Day by day, this dream has been deeply rooted in my heart, and it has even become my motivation to learn. Once, my grades were not ideal, perhaps because my study status was too loose, and repeated failures made me physically and mentally exhausted, but the tenacious tree in my heart firmly supported me. I told myself not to give up and continue to regain my confidence in learning.

Not long ago, I heard that two excellent teachers from other middle schools went to Xinjiang to teach, and my heart was filled with emotion. It turns out that I'm not the only one sticking to this road!

I never dreamed of traveling around the world or becoming a legend. I just want to grow into a poplar tree, take root in the west, feed the children there and shelter them from the wind and rain. Maybe I have taken root there, maybe not.

Collection of 8 Selected Poplar Essays 3 Autumn is getting stronger, and the dead leaves of poplars on the slope come with the wind. After an autumn rain, it was even more embarrassing, but on the other side of the slope, there were large tracts of new green, and the seedlings straightened up. I can't help but think of the poem that Teacher Ma taught us: Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

Teacher Ma is the head teacher of my fourth grade primary school. He is humorous and often on a whim, and we have gained a lot of knowledge that is not available in textbooks. On Arbor Day that year, he led our class to plant poplar seedlings on that slope, and we realized that Arbor Day was to commemorate Dr. Sun Yat-sen; Know the importance of greening to human beings; I know that "falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." ……

Teacher Ma is very much like his father. The students said. There are several students in the class whose parents have been away from home for many years, and they have simply become "wild children" that nobody cares about. Their lives are irregular, let alone good study habits. Teacher Ma is not less worried about them. He first visited everyone's actual situation, and then prescribed the right medicine according to different situations. He also organized a support group in his class to mobilize every classmate to help them. You see, our class is not like a home. I really don't believe it. On the Dragon Boat Festival, our class also invited jiaozi to eat together. Ask who your parents are. Of course, Mr. Ma.

In fact, I think Mr. Ma is still like a bosom friend. Whoever he is, he likes to tell Mr. Ma what he thinks. Sometimes, he listens quietly and says nothing, just like a student listening to a teacher. More often, he will intervene, with humorous language and rich expressions. At this time, you will feel that he is more like a friend and a confidant.

Teacher Ma is an angel. What is such a good teacher, if not an angel?

Later, he left and heard that he had returned to that remote hometown. I think there must be another group of children as happy as we are.

Late autumn has arrived, leaves are withered, and poplars have been covered with a thick layer. These big leaves provide nutrition for the growth in the coming year.

Mr. Ma, who is unforgettable after a long separation, is like an angel, directing the return of fallen leaves under the poplar tree. In the end, he integrated himself into it and got a large piece of new green.

My father and grandfather always hum, "A little poplar, a little poplar …" I finally saw a long-lost little poplar that day.

I looked up and stood under the poplar tree, which did not have the gorgeous and elegant name of the French begonia tree; Unlike apple trees and jujube trees, it can bring people the joy of harvest in autumn; It is not as charming as the blooming flowers of cherry trees, which makes people feel relaxed and refreshing. Poplar is just an ordinary-looking and unknown tree.

Poplar doesn't try its best to show its "beauty". Looking closely, nothing is particularly impressive. Where he stands, even we don't know him, don't know, and don't want to know, because he is too simple.

Perhaps what really attracted me was his tall white trunk. Look at his slender legs, in fact, they are not so strong and hard, and should not stand the relentless wind and rain, but when I walked in, I could deeply feel that there was a strong suction hitting the ground, and it was undoubtedly his character to make progress.

Its trunk is straight up. "Look! How stiff my waist is, "they said. "Look! How white I am! They tried to shout. As far as I can remember, no tree will be bent and injured after many storms, and poplar is no exception. But it has already suffered silently by itself, and all setbacks have already turned into its upward and downward motivation. Every time I see it, I will immediately stand up and unconsciously lower my head to live. , that low head, bent, not qualified to stand with it.

In addition, its white body is somewhat out of place with the noisy street, just like walking in the street wearing a striking white coat. Its branches are not luxuriant, even pitiful, but it doesn't believe that it is unwilling to be cowardly and strives for upward development.

It suddenly occurred to me that a few years ago, I accidentally planted poplars next to my grandmother's house, so I wanted to go out and have a look. At dusk, fine silk rises. In the morning, listening to the rain beating all the music, it was still raining, and I vaguely saw some branches trembling in the rain. It was a small sapling at that time. Although the roots of poplar seem to have turned slightly yellow, he is unwilling because of his pursuit and his strength. When I came back,

I couldn't help but snorted: "A little poplar, a little poplar ..."

Selected Poplar Composition Collection 8 5 Poplar is not very particular about living conditions, as long as there is loess, it has a tall and straight figure. Yumen, the land is hard and hard, the rain is scarce, and other vegetation is difficult to survive. Only poplars flourish, bringing infinite vitality and vigor to Yumen.

My fellow villagers expressed the brilliance of Yumen with the hard struggle and indomitable upward spirit of Populus tomentosa.

As the son of Yumen, Wang Jinxi, an iron man, carried forward the indomitable fighting spirit of "conditions permit, conditions are not created" and led villagers to explore and drill in the vast Gobi Desert ... He just took off the hat of China's oil-poor country and left us immortal spiritual wealth. Gu Tianxiang, a national model worker, carried forward the spirit of "people retreat into the sand and fight against the sky for land", which turned the Gobi Desert once ravaged by yellow sand into a rich land with abundant grains, lush trees and fragrant melons and fruits, rewriting the history of "people retreat into the sand". Today, under the guidance of the development strategic goal of "strengthening the city through industry and prospering the city through transformation", Yumen children played the grand movement of "wind power generation and photovoltaic power generation" in the depths of the desert. Rows of rotating fans and rows of straight poplars form the most beautiful scenery in Yumen.

I love poplars, and I love my relatives even more!

There are many scenic spots on campus, and the row of tall poplars impressed me the most.

In sunny spring, everything germinates and wakes up, and many small buds appear on poplar trees. In the first spring rain, poplars sucked the sweet rain and dew, and soon grew small leaves, which were small, exquisite and lovely. The breeze blew, and the trees smelled fragrant. This is a pure and natural taste of life, which permeates the whole campus and shines on the ground with golden sunshine. The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of the earth and the coolness of the leaves are one, but they are scattered but not scattered. The soft and sweet breath of life floats into the distance.

On a hot summer day, birds in the trees sing softly, cicadas sing softly, the breeze blows, and leaves shake gently with the wind. The green leaves of a tree seem to be jade's masterpiece. Green leaves look like water, as if they will break when touched. However, it is such a leaf that overlaps together to form a big green umbrella, under which it is cool.

Colorful autumn, full of golden leaves, is even more dazzling in the sun. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves falling on the tree were as dazzling as gold foil, as if a group of butterflies were flying in succession, which was beautiful.

A collection of selected poplar compositions, 8 articles, a few dark clouds on the horizon, slightly dipped, spread to all directions. In an instant, the blue sky was covered with dark clouds, spreading and spreading, and half of the sky was rendered dark. In a short time, it began to rain like a silver needle in Mao Mao, which penetrated my heart. Then it rained cats and dogs.

For the flowers in my greenhouse, someone helped me take care of everything since I was a child. At that time, I couldn't wait for God and stood humbly in the heavy rain. Tears accompanied the rain across my cheeks, leaving two clear tears.

Time passed quietly bit by bit, and the fear in my heart was wrapped in cocoons and tightly surrounded my heart. Scared me into being smooth. I'm at a loss. I don't know what to do. At this moment, a leaf fell into my hand. Suddenly look up; This is a poplar tree, standing proudly in the heavy rain, enduring the whipping of the wind and rain. Inadvertently reminds me of Mao Dun's praise of poplars. First, don't you think about it further? Does this poplar tree with dense branches and leaves now symbolize the spirit and will to freely write the history of new China in the North China Plain today? It gives me endless aftertaste.

Yes, I also want to face the difficulties bravely like that poplar tree. So, I trudged home step by step, but my heart was infinitely relaxed.

How can we thrive without experiencing wind and rain? Tagore said that only through hellish training can we cultivate the power to create heaven, and only through bloody fingers can we pop up the swan song of the world. Perhaps only after experiencing, eating, crying, being disappointed and cheering up can life set sail and taste that it will be the best. Other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. Will stand proudly, we can also realize that we are still strong after many trials and hardships, and we are brave and tenacious in the east, west, north and south.

Let poplars stand in their hearts and become eternal scenery.

I remember when I was at school, there were two teaching buildings. In front of us is an old and outdated teaching building: the walls are brown bricks, the classroom is not painted white, only plain brown, the wall is black cement, and slogans encouraging us to study hard and overcome difficulties have been hung above the blackboard and around the walls; Behind it is a tall white new teaching building: the wall is reinforced concrete, and the outer layer is white tiles. It looks so noble and elegant, and it is so holy compared with the old teaching building in front. However, in the playground between the two teaching buildings, there stands a poplar tree, which makes the two teaching buildings look so complementary. The lofty spirit of poplar is worth learning, and its quaint atmosphere edifies us. Don't forget the essence because of the temptation of interests. He always silently coordinates the atmosphere of the two teaching buildings, making them look so warm and harmonious.

Every time we go to physical education class, we are always happy, because we will meet poplars. Every time we go to physical education class, we always run around him and support his thick waist with our hands. We always play in his shade. Without him, our world seems to have lost its joyful laughter.

Bai Yang has been with us children for five years, but after five years, he has disappeared without a trace, as if to cut off contact with us and there is no news.

I remember that day, in order to transform the campus, the school invited a construction team to open a road from where Poplar lived, in order to better transform the campus. In this way, the poplar that accompanied us through the purest and happiest time left us without saying anything.

Poplar, where are you now?

Tell us, will you? Even if you and your friends live a happy life in heaven, please tell us that we really miss you.

Selected Poplar Composition Collection 8 8 Poplar can be seen everywhere, tall and straight, ordinary but full of vitality; Careless people will never feel the beauty of poplars.

When spring has just arrived and the snow has not completely melted, poplars have quietly sprouted, and a little green makes up a piece of green. From a distance, the poplars in early spring are beautiful green, only a little green can be seen vaguely.

In late spring and early summer, poplar began to sow its seeds-catkins. The catkins fell down and laid a thin carpet on the ground. It was white, soft and very beautiful. I held a piece of catkin in my hand, and a breeze blew, dancing in the air like an elf.

Poplar trees are better in summer. Trees keep their backs straight to protect Mother Earth. Small green shoots grow into green leaves, and the green leaves form a big crown that stretches around, holding a green umbrella to shade people. There is a small poplar tree around, lush, like a beautiful lady wearing a green hat, going to dance!

Autumn girl came to the earth with a cool autumn wind, and the poplar leaves turned golden yellow, like a layer of golden gauze, which was very beautiful. As time goes by, leaves fall one by one, just like dragonflies show their superb flying skills in the air. When a gust of wind blows, it turns around, and when it is tired, it returns to the embrace of Mother Earth, who breeds the next generation with her own body.

Grandpa Dong came to our town to play, and the poplar leaves were all gone, which seemed very bleak, but it doesn't matter, the snow elf will accompany her soon. Snow elves came to the trunk, and the white poplar trees had a unique charm. In the cold weather, the wind roared and people hid in the house, but the poplar was challenged by the snow outside.

Rain, snow and winter will always pass. With the beginning of the new year, poplars will have new charm. What will happen? Let's wait and see!