Prose describing willow trees by the lake

Willow is the general name of a kind of plants: willow, willow and weeping willow. Salix is mostly a shrub, sparse tree, without terminal buds, zygotic branches, few stamens and insect-borne flowers. These characteristics indicate that Populus and Salix have evolved. Below, I have compiled a sketch describing the willow trees by the lake for everyone to enjoy!

Prose describing the willow by the lake 1: After supper, the willow by the lake wants to go for a walk outside. Spring has come, and I haven't enjoyed the beautiful shadow of spring in nature.

In recent years, people living in cities seem to be insensitive to seasons. Busy with work all day, I am in the mood to feel the beauty of spring. What's more, everywhere you look, there are high-rise buildings, endless traffic and pedestrians coming and going in a hurry. Even if you see the green trees on both sides of the street, they look the same all year round, monotonous and lifeless. Have you ever seen green? People's feelings about seasons seem to come only from the cold and warm climate. It's hot and I have to cut down my clothes before I know that spring and summer have arrived. If you need to add clothes when it is cold, you will know that autumn and winter are coming. The beauty of spring is beyond the reach of many people.

"I've been looking for spring all day, but I just can't see it. Mango shoes have broken through the clouds, and when they come back, they smile and smell plum blossoms. Spring is already in the branches. " Feel the spring now and walk out of town in nature.

Our county town is in a palm-sized valley among the mountains, and we can walk out of the city slowly for twenty minutes. The mountains on both sides of the city are bare and have no green. In my impression, the mountains here will not be green until May.

This hillside has been green every year since 30 years ago, but it has not grown into a tree so far. In May, it is still green and white, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Silently protest against the greed, selfishness and incompetence of some of us. "It is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes than to be an official for the people." Several hillsides have not been afforested for 30 years, which is not the sorrow of our society, but also our shame.

I went to plant trees on Arbor Day last year and found that many of the trees we planted the year before had dried up and died. Probably nobody watered it after we watered it. The hillside is steep and the land is barren, so it is impossible to store water. It is said that the county pays a large sum of money to hire people to manage them every year, but they won't go to those trees, and probably can't go several times a year, let alone water and fertilize them. The tree is dead, so we can plant it next year without spending our own money. In addition to the state's money, some of it is deducted from the wages of cadres and workers. So the survival rate of those trees is extremely low. A few trees that are alive in dribs and drabs are also so dry and weak. Just look at them and you will know that they are seriously short of water and malnourished. It seems that they haven't grown for a year, and they will remain like this in about ten years. When they were planted there, they became outcasts of heaven and earth, and were destined to pursue water and nutrients and expand their living space by their own efforts.

I met my colleague Lao Guo on the Chengguan Bridge. His two children are about to graduate from college. He will also go for a walk outside the city and feel the breath of spring. He said that there is a willow forest in her husband's family by the lake one kilometer away from the city, and the scenery is good now. We walked out of the city talking and laughing.

Out of town, my ears suddenly became quiet. The air seems to be fresh, with a moist and sweet taste. Our hearts are far away from the noise, pure and relaxed. I greedily breathe the fresh air, as if to spit out all the depression and turbidity in my chest. The green grass, delicate dandelion flowers and many nameless flowers on the roadside are smiling in the yellow weeds, and birds fly overhead from time to time, making a "chirping" sound. On the hillside not far away, there are adults strolling along the ditch with their children in twos and threes. Some children squatted down as if looking for something. Are they pinching wild flowers to catch bugs? From time to time there was a silvery laugh. Listen to us, we are open-minded and high-spirited.

Spring is fine. We sigh and have an impulse to sing and shout like when we were children.

Lao Guo's father-in-law's willow grove can be seen far away. Forty or fifty willows planted on the river beach are hung with countless yellow-green branches, swaying slowly in the breeze, just like thousands of pale green ribbons swaying on the stage. A fresh air is blowing from a distance, which makes people feel refreshed. Several birds are playing happily in the tree, chasing each other from tree to tree. Some birds are still leisurely stretching their throats and singing euphemistic songs, and spring has also brought them spirit and inexhaustible energy. Go to the tree and carefully look at the fluttering willow branches, clusters of green pea-sized tender leaves, and dress the willow branches into fluffy yellow-green soft strips. Breeze blowing, they rub on our faces, soft and cold, itchy and crisp and comfortable, emitting a slightly bitter fresh smell, refreshing. I caught two willow branches and put them under my nose, intoxicated. "Jasper makeup into a tree high, hanging green silk sash in ten thousand. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " It's so easy to think of this poem.

This is really a good place. Due to the erosion of the river, many dense willows are exposed by the lake. When the summer was big, some tree roots were flooded by two or three feet. Some willows are as thick as our waist, while others are as thick and erect as our arms. It seems that the river can't bear to break this charming silence and make a gentle brushing sound, like a lullaby sung by my mother. Slowly flowing, blue as a mirror. Some willows hang their sentimental branches into the water and gently stir the water on the river, as if to express their love and gratitude to the river. The heart of the clear river is no longer pure and quiet, it is rippling happily, and the willow never seems to understand its mind. It is still playing endlessly, as if waiting for its definite answer. Some willows shine with their beautiful shadows in the water, as if to compete with the reflection of blue sky and white clouds. All this and the arrival of the river constitute a beautiful landscape painting. Always remember it in our hearts.

On the ground of the forest, there are black mud and goose warm stones the size of eggs. More than ten meters away from the river bank, there are many weeds, like a green blanket, occasionally mixed with yellow flowers, so it is very comfortable to sit on it. What a beautiful spring! We lie on our backs on the grass and look at the blue sky.

I looked at the bare hillside on both sides and thought of the dry trees on the hillside. I told Xiao Guo that if only they looked like this willow tree, there were beautiful scenery everywhere. Wherever we go, we can feel the beauty of spring, so our hometown is worthy of the reputation of Jiangnan, a Tibetan hometown.

"Yes, yes, who doesn't think so? But how can the trees on the hillside compare with those here? The land here is fertile and full of water, and the trees will grow up in a few years. Look at these trees. I planted it five or six years ago. At that time, it was finger thickness, now it is arm size, and it will be finished in five or six years. The trees on the hillside will be left unattended, and they will not be so big after 20 years. " Lao Guo pointed to some trees and said. I thought the same thing.

After a while, he suddenly smiled, then pointed to the tree and said, "Do you think these trees are like the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich, and those trees are like the second generation of poor?"

I can't help laughing at his metaphor. His metaphor is so apt that there are many injustices in nature. Then he sighed and said, "It's still the same tree. What a different fate. When will they have this swaying posture, giving people its green color? When will spring be beautiful here? "

I was silent, and the cheerful mood just now disappeared. Looking at the withered trees on the bare hillside and the birds flying in the sky, I suddenly felt a little lucky. I think, after all, people are not trees If they fall, they will never move, leaving their fate entirely to heaven and earth. After all, people have thoughts and hands, and they can choose or change their living environment through their unremitting efforts. Where is it as miserable as those trees? Alas, I sighed and said, "Let's keep a good mood and enjoy the beauty of spring."

"Spring is beautiful,' a year's plan lies in spring', and maybe everything will get better in the future." Guo said to himself, I can see that his mood is a little low. Yes, man is not a tree after all, and his life will never be affected by his mood. As long as it is spring, the lake will always be full of willows, grass, birds and flowers, and river soup, and the life and death of trees on the opposite hillside will never affect. "If it is sentimental, it will get old" and "How can a tree be so embarrassed?" It's all people's subjective feelings

"Ugliness can't hide the beauty and prosperity of spring. A happy life lies in our search and grasp. Why are you unhappy? " I said, "The ancients said,' If there is a flower, it must be folded straight, so don't wait for it to be empty.' How philosophical. What's more, those trees may not grow so strong and become pillars as long as the caregivers do their duty and water and fertilize them in time. Don't you think there are some big trees beside them? In the future, the poor second generation may not have a bright future. Why should those trees affect the mood of leisure and pleasure, and make this beautiful spring scenery dull? "

Lao Guo said with a smile: "More than 2,000 years ago, the ancients said,' What if a meat eater asks for it?' Look, I'm pedantic again. It's not easy to go back and forth here. Keep a good mood and don't miss the beautiful spring scenery. "He said, he picked up the stones on the ground, made a long whistle, and then threw them to the water. The stone seemed to have feet, jumped on the water several times and finally sank to the bottom of the river. Later, we made a willow flute out of willow branches, and listening to the sharp and high-pitched sound of the flute seemed to reveal a bright color, which made us feel happy. It seems that no matter who is in a good mood, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you can't appreciate its beauty. Happiness is actually in people's hearts, depending on what mentality you use to feel it.

We stayed by the lake for a while, and it was getting dark. People on the hillside by the roadside walked back one by one, and the birds didn't know where they had flown. Only the river flows quietly, whispering like a dream. Gradually, everything around me was blurred. I smiled and went back slowly, leaving a lonely scene for the beautiful scenery.

After a long walk, Lao Guo looked back at the forest and said, "The scenery here will be better next spring. But I hope the trees on the hillside will live more and grow bigger. Then we can go somewhere else for a spring outing. "

"That will happen one day." I said. To tell the truth, I have long hoped that they would be like that. They should be like that.

Prose 2: When I was a child, the teacher took us to find the spring rain. We ran to the fields, to the roadside, to the flowers, and the birds chirped: Spring rain is among these flowers. There are also willows here. I don't know who said that. Look at the sky. Everyone looked up and saw two birds playing.

Spring rain is really everywhere. This spring coincides with a sunny day, and I suddenly have a childlike innocence and go to the suburbs to find spring. I saw green carpet-like new seedlings, colorful flowers, new branches and old willows, colorful butterflies flying around, and euphemistic orioles, which made me relaxed and happy. I took a lot of photos over and over again, and stopped for a long time before I was reluctant to leave.

Who knows, within a few days, it began to rain cats and dogs, which is rare in spring. The rain was loud and dense, and it was dark when braking. I am worried about that scene in my heart, and I can't help but be a little worried. The next day when the rain stopped, I went back to my old place. It was really a desolate place. The flowers faded, the fields were crooked, and even those birds and butterflies disappeared. My heart is full of regrets. I took out the photos the other day. This is a different world. People are different.

While wandering, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the old willow tree. The new branches are folded a lot, but a touch of new green is particularly conspicuous. Just one day, one day! It has sprouted again! This vibrant old willow tree, completely different from those new flowers, was beaten by the rain defenseless.

I walked quickly over and saw its ravine-covered trunk and vibrant new buds, suddenly thinking of my grandmother. My kind grandmother also has such skin and such vitality. Years have left various marks on them, giving them inner maturity. Whenever I have difficulties, my grandmother will guide me to overcome them. I like to climb on her knees and listen to her talk about the past. Experienced a lot of people, although you can't see his great career as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, you won't be knocked down. After a difficult baptism, they will be as full of vitality as an old willow tree, not as withered as a fallen flower.

The accumulation of this kind of hair is the track left by years, the wealth of growth and an indomitable spirit.

Prose 3 describes the willow trees by the lake: there is a green belt by the lake, where there are rows of beautiful willow trees.

In spring, the willow girl combs out a long braid, which is so fresh and vivid. A gust of wind blew, and long braids rippled in the wind, as if dancing. The wind stopped and the willows stopped jumping. Little dragonfly flew over and said to Miss Liu, Sister Liu, you are so beautiful! I want to tell you that those humans hate it the most. They always pull out your hair, make a wreath and wear it on themselves. I have seen this kind of thing many times. You must be careful! After that, the dragonfly flapped its wings and flew away. The little frog jumped up and said to Miss Liu, Sister Liu, I want to tell you that those moths are the most annoying. They always like to dig holes in you and live by themselves. If you find yourself with moths, go to the forest doctor Woodpecker and ask him to treat you. With that, the little frog croaked and jumped away. Hearing this, Miss Liu said to herself, I gave you a beauty and you saved my life.

In summer, Miss Liu has grown up and is no longer a delicate little bud. It has come of age. One day, it rained heavily and several children didn't bring umbrellas. The willow saw it and let the children take shelter from the rain under the tree. When the rain stopped, the children thanked Liu Shu and disappeared into the fog. Liu Shu said to himself: I will give you a big umbrella, and you will give me my life back.

In autumn, small animals live under willow trees. Every day they tell stories and sing songs to willow trees. Willow is very happy. Willow said to herself, I will give you a home, and you will give me back my life.

In winter, willows are made into matches, which brings us a warmth. The burning willow said to itself: I give you a warmth, and you give me back my life. Say that finish, the match burned.

Ah! I love that unknown willow tree that has made contributions to people.