How to write a composition for Sophora japonica in my hometown in the second volume of Grade Three

1. Reading Chinese, Grade Three, a wonderful feeling of homesickness next semester.

In May, the locust trees all over the mountains and the fragrant locust flowers are refreshing.

In the morning, you will see the familiar figure of Sophora japonica, full of dew, swaying slightly in the breeze, just like a shy little girl dancing. Before approaching it, you will smell its unique fragrance, and you seem to have entered a paradise with fragrance on earth. At noon, * * * scorched the earth, and Sophora japonica bloomed in the scorching sun, more enchanting and moving, swaying slender waist, just like a fairy among flowers. At dusk, Sophora japonica is bathed in the afterglow of sunset glow, which is even more lovely.

When you arrive in Hu Aixiang, you must try Huaihua rice, a special product of Hu Aixiang. It is steamed with rice mixed with Sophora japonica. There are rice in the flowers, flowers in the rice, flowers and rice in one, fragrant flowers, making people salivate.

Hu Aixiang's children are simple and lovely, hospitable, hardworking and capable.

Please come to Hu Aixiang, my friend! The flowers, food and people in Hu Aixiang will surely make you linger!

2. Write a composition of 100 words on the topic of Sophora japonica in my hometown. My hometown is in the countryside, where the environment is beautiful, the trees are lush, and the houses are vaguely hidden in it. April and May are the season when Sophora japonica blooms. Into the village, a burst of Sophora japonica fragrance came to the nose, with a little sweetness. Many friends from other places can't help but stop and take a breath of intoxicating Sophora japonica. In the lush green branches and leaves, there is occasionally a little "white snow" dotted among them. Looking intently, it is clusters of full and white Sophora japonica.

When the villagers see it, they always say to that friend, "Come, I'll treat you to Sophora japonica." When the host and guests came home, housewives were very busy because they didn't say hello beforehand. My aunt went out with a green shoulder in her left hand and a grappling hook in her right. Find a tall, big and fruity locust tree, put it on the ground, lift the hook, watch a branch put on it, hook it with the hook, and turn it a few times, and the branch will come down. Then pick up useless branches and leaves and put them in the basket. Even if this string is finished, pick a basket full. If you eat enough, it won't rot. When I came home, this aunt was done in less than 40 minutes, and the fragrant Sophora japonica was out of the pot. The guests smelled the fragrance before serving. As soon as the bowl was served, he wolfed it down. After eating a bowl, he wanted another bowl, and kept chanting "delicious! Delicious! " . When you leave, you should hold a lot of Sophora japonica flowers in your arms and carry a bag in your hand.

In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, the happiest people are our children. Next door, a large group of children surrounded a locust tree. Some people picked it and others ate it, and the division of labor and cooperation alternated. Those friends with strings of Sophora japonica in their hands have broken coke and are still munching on fresh Sophora japonica just picked, regardless of their own eating habits. Those children who pick Sophora japonica flowers will eat a few mouthfuls when they look greedy. If they don't eat, they really can't stand the temptation of food!

Three years ago, my mother bought a house in the city in order to let me study in a better environment. Maybe it's because I have something to do with Sophora japonica. There is a small forest behind our building, which is also mixed with many locust trees. In May, you can smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica effortlessly, but you always feel that the fragrance here is not as good as that in your hometown. At that time, I always thought of Sophora japonica in my hometown and those simple folks. ...

3. Sophora japonica in my hometown, how to write this composition This afternoon, my brother and I were playing in my grandfather's backyard and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. I walked towards the fragrance. It turned out to be Sophora japonica.

Sophora japonica has blossomed a lot, some are completely open, revealing a needle-like stamen, some have just unfolded two or three petals, and some are full of flowers, as if they are about to burst, and piles of Sophora japonica are around, as if holding a seminar. There are so many Sophora japonica flowers that they are beautiful in clusters. Look at this cluster. It's beautiful. Look at that cluster. It's beautiful, too. If we regard a tree in front of us as a living painting, the artist's skill is really amazing! I suddenly feel like a Sophora japonica, dressed in white, standing in the sun. When the breeze blows, I dance. The white clothes fluttered with the wind, and not only I but also a locust tree danced with them.

After the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. The butterfly flew over and told me that it was fun to dance with Sophora japonica! Bees flew over and told me that Sophora japonica honey is so sweet ... "Sister, sister, grandma's Sophora japonica rice is ready, come and eat it!" With my brother crying, I just came to my senses: I'm not Sophora japonica, I'm enjoying it! Just then, grandma has put the Sophora japonica rice on the table. I can't help but want to eat with my hands. I will take the first bite. The unique fragrance of Huaimi Maifan is accompanied by grandma's deep love. It's really delicious and unforgettable! There are many ways to eat Sophora japonica. Besides making wheat rice, you can also eat it raw, cold and make jiaozi! Every time Sophora japonica blooms, our farmhouse in Baqiao Hong Qing will have a famous Sophora japonica banquet, which is a major feature of our hometown! Sophora japonica is really a treasure. In addition to eating, you can also use medicine! I love Sophora japonica in my hometown, I love its whiteness, I love its refreshing fragrance, and I love its full taste of love.

I walked into Hu Aixiang in May. One day in May, I went to Hu Aixiang by bus.

Once in Hu Aixiang, shady trees blocked the burning sun and isolated the hot summer days from the outside world. A cool breeze blew, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. The hospitable children in Hu Aixiang brought me delicious Sophora japonica tea and Sophora japonica candy. At noon, we also ate delicious Sophora japonica.

The next morning, the children in Hu Aixiang took me to pick Sophora japonica. I took off my shoes like them, grabbed the trunk and climbed up the tree with difficulty, hooked it with a long-handled hook knife, and a group of Sophora japonica fell down. With the increase of Sophora japonica on the ground, my body was soaked with sweat. Seeing that the Sophora japonica has been cut almost, we slowly slid down from the Sophora japonica and picked up a bunch of Sophora japonica and put it in the basket we brought. Looking at a basket full of fruits of labor, the cheerful songs of partners are floating in the quiet countryside.

Time flies, it's time to say goodbye in a blink of an eye. I can't bear to leave the beautiful Hu Aixiang. I will come to Hu Aixiang again next summer vacation!

The four seasons in my hometown are the most beautiful, and so are the gardens in my hometown.

In spring, peach trees bloom, and the air is filled with faint flowers. The breeze blew, and the petals slowly fell from the tree, dancing in the air like a fairy in pink. My friends and I danced for them under the tree, and our faces were filled with happy smiles.

In summer, the lotus blooms in the pond in the center of the garden. In the sunshine, the lotus is particularly energetic, standing motionless on the lotus leaf, enjoying the moisture given to it by the earth on rainy days. My friends and I played by the pond, each picked a lotus flower and took it to the room to dress up.

In autumn, my favorite osmanthus blossoms, and the air is filled with thick floral fragrance. We collect flowers falling from trees and scatter them from one side of the garden to the other. The whole garden is like a golden carpet, sprayed with thick perfume. My friends and I walked, chatted, rolled around and played games on the carpet. We are very happy.

6. Lesson 265438 +0 How to write comments in May's hometown? Acacia bloomed in May.

Hu Aixiang's mountains and valleys are covered with hills and hills, just like the first snow, all white. Some Sophora japonica flowers embrace together and look like jade carving balls from a distance; Some Sophora japonica flowers are covered with branches one after another, which looks like a plait that Uygur girls hang on their shoulders at will.

"Hum ..." The little bee came, picked up the powder and made it sweet. "Pa pa ....." The children came running, carrying Sophora japonica in the basket, and the Sophora japonica was swept away, full of joy and satisfaction.

At noon, there was a delicious Sophora japonica on the table, which was fragrant, mellow and fragrant ... At this time, even the swaying wind smelled the fragrance, and the whole Sophora japonica was immersed in the sea of fragrance. In the season when Sophora japonica is in full bloom, any child who walks into the hometown of Sophora japonica will be fascinated by the fragrance and lie under the Sophora japonica tree stupidly, not wanting to go home.

The hospitable children in Hu Aixiang will drag him home and treat him to a delicious Sophora japonica meal. Sophora japonica is steamed with rice mixed with Sophora japonica.

Eat salty, pour sesame oil, garlic paste and mature vinegar; It tastes sweet, sprinkle with fried sesame seeds and mix with Sophora japonica honey. When the children leave, the children in Hu Aixiang will give him a big bag of steamed Sophora japonica and a small jar of fresh honey of Sophora japonica.

In May, the Sophora japonica bloomed, and the little girls in Hu Aixiang became more comely. Their skirts and braids are wearing Sophora japonica flowers, which will smell everywhere. What about the little boy? He has Sophora japonica in his pajamas pocket and Sophora japonica in his hand.

They are careless and put a handful in their mouth from time to time. My Sweetie is delicious, really delicious. May is the season for the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and it is also the season for children in Hu Aixiang.

Remarks: May in Hu Aixiang is really beautiful! Children in Hu Aixiang love beauty and are hardworking.

7. How to write a big homework for the beautiful hometown composition in the third grade? There are countless willows, cypresses and locust trees in Qili Village, northern Shaanxi, China. It stretches for hundreds of miles, like a green ocean.

In spring, trees take out green buds and look around. The snow on the mountain melted and the snow flowed into a stream. This stream is full of spring water.

In summer, trees seem to be racing, one grows faster than the other, and the lush branches and leaves seal the forest tightly, blocking people's sight and covering the blue sky. In the morning, fog rises from the valley, and the whole village is immersed in milky fog.

In autumn, the leaves of willow and locust trees turn yellow, and Grandpa Pine still wears his green robe, which looks greener. Autumn wind is blowing, and fallen leaves are dancing in the forest.

In winter, snowflakes fly in the air. The trees are covered with snow. The snow on the ground is thick, loose and soft. The grass is covered with a beautiful quilt to welcome the new winter, and the earth is covered with a silver dress. Small animals spend the winter in warm caves.

Qili village is a beautiful garden and a huge treasure house, which is occupied by people all year round.

8. I love to write about the food in my hometown. I love shortbread ham, shortbread and bullfighting in my hometown, which is called Jinhua Three Musts. Now, the center of the shortbread industry is "Xinxin Shortbread Shop" in Jinhua. Its predecessor was Du Yongyu shortbread shop, which opened in Jinya for 20 years. My grandfather was its founder. Shortbread is famous for its crisp but not hard, fragrant but not greasy, salty and light. It is said that its production originated in Jinzhou, Zhejiang Province (Cash China) at the end of Yuan Dynasty. According to legend, a biscuit maker accidentally knocked over the butter bottle, and quickly picked up a piece of dough to grease it, so that it rolled up and down, and 3- 3 pieces of flour were layered. The cookie maker was reluctant to throw it away, so he put it in the oven and baked it. Suddenly, the dough swelled, crisp and delicious. This is the embryonic form of shortbread. Later, some people filled it with pickles and fat meat, so there were famous shortcakes at home and abroad. The year before last, at the unanimous invitation of people in the pastry industry, Grandpa promised to teach art for Xinxin Pastry Shop and take a group of disciples to make cakes, regardless of age. Once, I went to see my grandfather make shortbread.

I saw grandpa hunched his back, mixed the flour, bowed his palm backwards, flattened the dough with the root of his palm, rolled it thin with a stick, grabbed a palm brush and spread ghee on the dough three or five times. After finishing this job, grandpa, who is over 70 years old, is out of breath. But this did not affect his agility at all: he quickly rolled up, flattened and spread the dough with butter. It wasn't long before this happened. Grandpa painted the dough 40 times in the oil factory, which means the dough has at least 40 layers. According to grandpa, there are only 20 forest cakes on the street now. Then, grandpa picked up a knife, grabbed the back of the knife and struck it three times and five times. Grandpa folded the stuffed shortbread in his hand, only lined it up in front of him, and the shortbread was neatly arranged. Grandpa grabbed a handful of sesame seeds, folded his hands and rubbed them on the cake. Immediately, sesame seeds like small pearls were evenly attached to the cake surface.

At this time, someone put the shortbread in the oven to bake. I helped my grandfather sit down and have a rest. After only an hour, the shortbread was ready, and the disciples scrambled to try it, but they were all stopped. I am the only one who keeps going. It turns out that there is a rule in the shortbread industry that a batch of phenolic cakes is baked and should be tasted by generations, because I gave it to my grandfather. I sold my grandfather's light and took a bite to talk about it. At this time, the shortbread was warm and soft. Although the shell was not brittle, it didn't weaken its delicacy at all: the fat in it oiled Huasong and penetrated into pickles, making it look shiny and delicious. I ate one after another and my stomach swelled. Under the guidance of grandpa, the disciples also tried to make a stove. I tasted it, and it was similar to grandpa's taste. I really admire them. Grandpa also snorted softly. I didn't catch what he was saying, but I knew what he was saying: Jinhua shortbread industry has a successor. Now, 10-year-old grandpa has pinned all his hopes on a new generation of shortbread makers.

9. The composition describing Sophora japonica is almost May, and the sky is clean and thorough; The wind is warm and soft; Rain, floating thin and affectionate.

In May, Sophora japonica bloomed! There is no posturing of dancing snow, and there is no poetic dance of autumn wind, so it opens quietly. A string of small petals tightly wrapped by light blue pedicels is white and shy, with a faint fragrance. Sophora japonica blooms at the end of the street.

At this time of year, there will be trees full of Sophora japonica fragrance, which will make the whole street fragrant. If you stand under a locust tree when it rains, the rain will turn into My Sweetie. Those white flowers are clustered, hanging high on the branches, and some are still in bloom.

In recent years, I have always seen people picking Sophora japonica with long and short poles. No one has picked it in recent years, and more people stay under the tree to smell the fragrance like me. In this city, in the reinforced buildings, there is still such a natural fragrance. For those of us who come and go in a hurry every day, it is a gift from heaven! Now sitting at home, I open the window and vaguely smell that fragrance.

The fragrance of Sophora japonica tempted the sight of walking on the road. In the entanglement of flowers and rain, I seem to have entered that colorful time again. Whenever Sophora japonica is in full bloom, we run in the white sea of flowers, looking forward to the clusters of beautiful flowers. Under the temptation of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, the delicacy of Sophora japonica fills our young hearts with longing.

After school, I always climb a pagoda tree and a bunch of flowers with a few friends, or stuff a lot of pagoda flowers in my mouth and swallow them. It's really a feast, full of heroism. Or put three or two flowers in your mouth and taste them slowly, which is quite elegant between chewing and swallowing. Or weave a wreath around your neck and then proudly run and play in the street. At this time, adults will also use the string of flowers to go home in their leisure time and wrap buns with boiling water; Or put it in rice and boil it into fragrant Sophora japonica porridge; Or mix it with eggs to make delicious fried eggs with Sophora japonica.

I still remember smelling the fragrance and drooling around my mother. There is another one who likes Sophora japonica in May for a reason.

I have been familiar with Sophora japonica since I was a child, and I am familiar with the thin and tough Sophora japonica leaves growing on dry branchlets. When I leave short leaves, I can use them to make some small crafts, such as hedges. Familiar with the strings of Sophora japonica like pod flowers, stroke a string and put it in your mouth to see the sweetness-very useful; There is also a string of locust tree seeds-it seems that there is always oily locust tree seeds full of juice, which will be sticky when pinched by hand. The locust tree in my memory began at the gate of my hometown compound.

It's a big locust tree, which grows luxuriantly. In midsummer, it can cover a large area of hard ground outside the gate and become a shady place and a paradise for children in the compound.

Every flowering season, bunches of sparkling Sophora japonica always irritate children's eyes. It is said that Sophora japonica is mixed with corn flour to make rotten rice. I have never eaten it, and I have left a little regret so far.

The children stood under the pagoda tree in groups of three and five, put a bunch of pagoda flowers in their mouths, tasted the slightly sweet taste, chewed and sat on the slope of a big stone, and sat on the warm and smooth stone slope after sun exposure, watching from a distance or laughing with interest. The bold often tell scary ghost stories, and the timid even exclaim. After that, I played casually under the locust tree.

Boys often like to beat glass eggs and draw stones, scissors and hammers with their hands to win or lose, while girls prefer skipping rope and grabbing apricots, and having fun with all kinds of tricks. It is the coolest at dusk, so everyone, regardless of sex, plays with eagles to catch chickens or hides in the haze under the tree, and then chases each other.

Sometimes it's quiet, that is, looking down at the big ditch in the river under your feet, or looking at the pedestrians coming and going across the big ditch, familiar or unfamiliar, just like looking at the stars in the night sky, it's very comfortable because you can't see clearly. The children in the compound can be said to be a big family, and everyone is related or nepotistic.

The structure of the compound is also very special, whether it is adobe houses or caves, or brick houses, they are one after another. They are bounded by earth walls and connected by channels.

Almost every family has a big garden, which is full of peaches, apricots, plums, fruits and other trees. Also plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, leeks or corn, millet and other vegetables, and use sorghum stalks as fences to make them neat and tidy. Like most people in the village, there are chickens and pigs in every family in the yard.

A dozen people who live naturally belong to their own families, some are brothers with their own families, and some are uncles and even grandchildren with separate accounts, all of whom are called generations. Children of the same age don't care about this, just shout each other's names and be happy.

As soon as the adults heard this, they taught them from time to time-"Don't call it that, it's rude!" Children often forget their front feet and promise to go out, so adults say less, or they may be too lazy to say more. I remember four cold but more primitive golden characters written on the dark wooden door above the compound, but I can't remember what they are, which probably means prosperity.

When I was a child, my mother ran back and forth between urban and rural areas until my family moved to the city completely. I was used to city life, but I never forgot my hometown yard, the extremely lush locust tree at the entrance of the yard, and many fun under it, even in my dreams. I think the memory of Sophora japonica must be deeply connected with each other in the courtyard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games of my childhood friends.

Strangely, I never have any impression of Sophora japonica ... and then my memory is that I went to college. In the campus where almost no Westernized Gothic architecture is preserved, there are also several big trees with dense branches and leaves.

10. Sophora japonica in my hometown wrote three things related to Sophora japonica. First, what did I write, and then what did I write? Finally, every time I go to my classmate's house, I go to the backyard to play. Every May, I can smell a refreshing fragrance, which is emitted by Sophora japonica.

But now the flowering period is early, and it will bloom in April. Sophora japonica in April is like snow, and its fragrance is intoxicating! Sophora japonica is ashamed to bloom, one after another, one after another, among the green leaves.

My friends and I walked along that path, and the fragrance rippled with the wind, which made people feel particularly refreshing. Sophora japonica is very special. Small white flowers are flat before they bloom, hanging in a string like white grapes on a tree.

The stamens in the center of Sophora japonica are pale yellow and very inconspicuous. I don't know who told it a joke. When it cracked with a smile, the stamens were exposed, and the pale yellow stamens and snow-white Sophora japonica were particularly beautiful.

When the Sophora japonica is full of branches, you will have a feeling that the Sophora japonica is white in green and green in white, which is wonderful. When Sophora japonica is in full bloom, it is not only full of flowers, but also can be picked by itself. We also picked it with friends. It was fun.

But at a certain time, the Sophora japonica bloomed, and no one picked it, so they fell down by themselves.