Writing composition from different angles: buttonwood

1. Write the composition of buttonwood.

Under the nurturing of nature, buttonwood trees are swaying in the wind. They grow up healthily and happily.

I remember in my primary school campus, there are two rows of buttonwood trees. Each tree is one story high. They accompanied me through primary school for six years and gave us a lot of happiness and laughter!

In spring, the plane tree just sprouted and grew happily under the sunshine. Winter has just passed, although the snow has melted, but the melted snow water has not dried, and the accumulated water is shining in the sun with a little silver light. We played around the buttonwood, singing and dancing hand in hand around the buttonwood, and we were very happy. The buds on the Platanus acerifolia also thrive in the sun, growing bigger and greener.

Summer is coming, the sunshine is more and more dazzling, and the buttonwood is getting longer and bigger. The longer and denser the leaves, the more sunlight will be covered. Palm leaves saw our happy smiling face and also "revealed" a gratified smile.

Under the sunshine, the leaves on the tree are green and shiny. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves swayed on the trees, just like performers dancing on the stage.

Time flies, spring and summer have passed. Autumn is coming, and the leaves on the buttonwood are slowly turning yellow.

Blown by the slow wind, one dead leaf after another fell from the tree and landed on the soil. Yellow leaves fall like butterflies and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. Crying slowly melts into the earth and becomes nourishment, preparing for the survival of the next generation.

I don't know when, several workers came to school with chainsaws and sawed off all the branches except the trunk of the buttonwood tree without leaves.

Winter is coming. Heavy snow fell one after another, and the biting wind hit them. They remained motionless and stood firmly in the snow and cold wind. Their figures stood there for a long time. After the school was closed, the buttonwood tree showed great vitality.

Sycamore trees-they stand firm in the cold wind. Their spirit is worth learning.

Walk into these buttonwood trees every day. I will be respectful!

A buttonwood tree

In our campus, there are tall and straight French plane trees, which dress up our campus in obscurity all the year round and make selfless contributions to us. In spring, the French phoenix tree wakes up in the spring rain. They tried their best to suck the spring rain and dew as if to make our campus more beautiful. Soon, many palm-shaped leaves grew on the French phoenix tree, hanging on it like obedient fat dolls, which made the campus look brand-new. In midsummer, the hot sun is in the sky. The leaves of buttonwood are many and dense, one next to the other, leaving no gaps, just like opening handfuls of green velvet umbrellas to cover the scorching sun and provide shade for people. In late autumn, the leaves of the French phoenix tree are yellow and slowly fall in the autumn wind, sometimes like parachutes; Sometimes it's like swinging, fluttering ... The fallen leaves are swept aside, gestating the hope for the coming year ... In the middle of winter, the leaves of the French plane tree are all gone, leaving only a bare trunk, standing alone, but they are not discouraged, because they have sown the seeds of hope, and they will be brilliant again next spring and stand proudly again. Ah! French buttonwood, I love you! Love your selflessness, your beauty and your indomitable spirit!

2. Composition describing buttonwood There are two buttonwood trees in front of our teacher's house. They are tall and thick, and the three of us can surround them hand in hand.

In summer, the huge leaves of buttonwood grow in clusters, forming a huge green tent. Therefore, we often go to the buttonwood to enjoy the cool.

The buttonwood is like our teacher's hand. I fell down and the teacher helped me up with her warm hand. At that moment, I was really happy, playing under the buttonwood, just like in a dream. In a blink of an eye, the plane tree bloomed, some like towers, some like big steamed buns, and some like three children playing games together ... In autumn, the leaves of Platanus acerifolia gradually turned yellow. I know that the buttonwood trees at that time had to give up their children in order to be more vigorous and conserve nutrients in the coming year.

In winter, the leaves of buttonwood finally began to fall. We sweep the fallen leaves with brooms and dustpans.

We put the leaves away, put them in a safe and quiet place, and keep them lit to keep warm in cold days. Buttonwood, how much convenience you have given us and how much inspiration you have given us! You provide us with shade, shelter us from the wind and rain, and finally turn your children into ashes to warm the world ... Think like a buttonwood tree is taking root and sprouting in my heart.

I like buttonwood. There is a row of French phoenix trees in front of my house. I like them very much. They accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter. In early spring, the wind blows gently and the rain continues.

The French phoenix tree began to explode brown spores, as big as DOG and as small as soybeans. By mid-April, the spores had grown leaves.

Gradually, every branch is covered with green leaves, dense, layer by layer, dancing in the breeze. Palm-shaped leaves are swaying in the warm wind. Even though the dense leaves keep coming to my window, showing infinite joy, my melancholy mood is changed by him.

The elegance of the French phoenix tree has been written into my diary. In the hot July and August, I also spent the summer with the French phoenix tree.

The afternoon sun made everything hot, except the window of my small room-it was the branches and leaves of the French phoenix tree that added a curtain to me. He was my most considerate partner. Many yellow hairs like dandelion seeds quietly grow on the buttonwood tree. When the wind blows, yellow hairs fly all over the sky.

At this time, I stretched out a pair of small hands, chased and laughed like a butterfly, and unconsciously spent the dog days ... The French phoenix tree in autumn is by no means a word that can be described as "beauty". In early autumn, his leaves turn yellow first like deciduous trees. At this time, the path sandwiched between the French phoenix trees and the space around it were covered with his golden "light", which was magnificent.

The French phoenix tree is the most beautiful in late autumn, and the continuous rain in late autumn brings haze to the surrounding area. "The phoenix tree is even more embarrassing, and at dusk, it is dripping."

There are "dribs and drabs" of rain everywhere, and plane leaves fall day and night in dribs and drabs. When going home from school in the morning and evening, it is soft and comfortable to step on the carpet paved by Jinfeng leaves.

When the sun sets, from a distance, the golden carpet looks like a golden dragon, extending all the way to the distance. The beautiful clothes of the French phoenix tree were taken away by the wind mother-in-law in the snowy winter.

However, he didn't frown and sigh, but still used his thick branches to fight against grandma Feng and the cold monster. His tenacious struggle touched me, everyone and Grandpa Xue.

Grandpa Xue generously gave Wu Tong a silver quilt and he slept soundly. Whenever I complain about the cold weather, I will look at the sleeping buttonwood and feel a sense of admiration. I immediately forgot the cold, interference and hunger, and devoted myself to my study ... I love the row of buttonwood trees in front of my house, and they accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter.

There are two rows of buttonwood trees in front of my house. They may be over 50 years old. The buttonwood tree in front of my house is like a group of PLA soldiers protecting us.

Although these old plane trees are old, they are "old-hearted". Although they are old, their spring, summer, autumn and winter are the same as other buttonwood trees.

1. Chunchun girl quietly came to our side. She dressed grass, flowers and trees in green spring clothes. In spring, everything recovers, and the phoenix tree wakes up from the sweet sleep in winter.

The newly awakened buttonwood, willow, floret, grass, poplar and pine sang a cheerful Haruka. Songs float across the sea, and small fish jump happily; Singing floats through the flowers, and the little flowers dance happily; Songs float across the blue sky, birds sing happily ... 2. The cool spring in summer has quietly left, and the hot summer is coming.

In order to prevent heatstroke, the buttonwood tree also put on a green wool coat and a cool yellow-green shirt. In summer, people feel very hot, so they move some recliners to enjoy the cool under the buttonwood tree. A few naughty children, probably bored, climbed to the plane tree to play; A clever little girl walked through the buttonwood tree and suddenly had a brainwave. She picked a leaf from the buttonwood tree and said to herself, now I don't have to worry about having no bookmarks. When a "angels in white" walked past the buttonwood tree, it suddenly occurred to him that the leaves of the buttonwood tree could cure diseases. The pharmacy just didn't have the leaves of the buttonwood tree, so I picked some. ...... 3. Fruitful autumn drives away the hot summer.

In autumn, buttonwood took off his shirt and put on yellow long sleeves. In autumn, the phoenix tree also bears its own fruit for people to enjoy! 4. Winter The cold winter finally came.

Flowers and trees have withered, and buttonwood is no exception. The buttonwood may feel cold.

So, the plane tree took off its coat, shirt and long sleeves and plunged into the quilt for a new "hibernation"! This is the life of buttonwood.

3. Write the composition of buttonwood. The buttonwood in front of the door

The years passed, recalling my lost yesterday. I am still blooming in the fruitful tree. The plane leaves fanned my cheek one by one. Dead leaves fall into deep yearning for autumn. The dry autumn took off my only tears, and my muscles lost their strength because of tension. The world is fragmented, and I can't afford to shirk the past to the present.

Life has re-originated in the declining world, and I still can't understand why I should intervene in this world of putting the cart before the horse. Is it too late or can't find the harm caused by stagnation at all? I used to think that being strong is ok, but being strong can suppress a lot of depression and anxiety? No one can make the pace as light, bright and carefree as before, and end the old ideas. Under the buttonwood tree, the scar on my face made me understand that the smile was only temporarily forgotten, and when I remembered it again, it would only make me more miserable and dissatisfied. Fourteen years passed at the moment when the bark of the buttonwood tree peeled off. In an instant, the years are no longer youthful, and the days are getting more and more bleak. Life has copied many past stories and created new inexplicable sadness. The future is fading in my mind, and I stepped on my foot before lifting my leg.

Summer is the season to send typhoons to autumn. I dare not accept it. I can only stay in the eye of the wind. I thought I would never change, but it abandoned me irresponsibly in a strange world. What else can I do? I can't find anything but crying. Staggered branches and leaves, abandoned the phoenix tree in autumn, thick branches and leaves, bit by bit bear the time to escape. What else can I do, be in a daze or face regret? What has been discarded is gone forever, and courage is just a burden. I hid the topic I just received in 14, thinking it was mature, and I also commented on my failures over and over again. When I found myself pitiful, the wrong world had infected me and sadly eliminated me.

Compared with the leaves, the torn face is even uglier than the leaves, breathing and examining the ending that has been settled, but suddenly suppressing his breathing and dreaming that life is worse than death. Fourteen years have achieved eternity in a distant place, but I can't put my heart in the distant eternity and stop at the starting point. I am willing to fall. Finally, I found that the bottomless pit was connected with the dark underworld, and I still laughed. The buttonwood tree in front of the door stayed for fourteen years, asking me to remember the past of flowing water under the bridge.

Loneliness blinds happiness and discredits the youth in memory.

The plane tree leaves have fallen, so I can't go back to the branches. I still stubbornly wait until the next spring, and then make up an excuse to continue my unfinished ending. Hallucinations let me associate the end of one story with the beginning of the next. When I understand, I have no courage to bear it anymore. Like buttonwood leaves, falling after rebirth, holding them up one by one, and slowly accumulating into my awakening loneliness. Who can help me find a continuation? The regrets and thoughts left behind silence yesterday's lies. Life can only be bleak, and I am also bleak.

4. Write a composition with buttonwood. There are nine tall buttonwood trees on one side of our school playground.

They are as high as three stories and need two children to hug them. They stood neatly like a military parade and guarded the campus like brave soldiers.

In spring, it drizzles like silk. Nine phoenix trees have all pulled out new branches, sprouting tender yellow buds, like green flower bones, covered with green jade, which is very attractive. A few days later, the buds turned into small leaves like baby's hands, and they laughed in the warm spring breeze.

In summer, the sun is like fire. The leaves of Indus are lush and dense.

Dark green leaves are like a big cattail leaf fan and an adult's palm, but they are much bigger than the adult's palm. Golden sunlight shines on the leaves, flashing green golden light, making the buttonwood full of vitality and vitality.

During the break, we went to enjoy the cool under the buttonwood tree and danced with rubber sticks ... In autumn, the leaves of the buttonwood tree were dark green, and some of them turned yellow. A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves slowly fell.

Some dance like yellow butterflies; Some are like parachutes, falling from the sky; Others are like swinging, getting high. We pick up fallen leaves, use them as bookmarks, make specimens and paste pictures of leaves ... in winter, the cold winter whizzes by.

All the leaves of the phoenix tree have fallen out, leaving only thick branches, bravely fighting grandpa Feng. They are accumulating strength and waiting for the arrival of next spring.

We are not afraid of the cold, skipping rope and throwing sandbags under the buttonwood tree ... I love the buttonwood tree on campus, and I love cultivating our healthy campus.

In our primary school, there is a three-story plane tree. The buttonwood tree is like an old, kind and wise old man, standing alone on the green grass, cheering for us with open arms and shading us. I don't know when, I like to walk on the soft grass, and the breeze gently blows my cheek. I slowly sat down and snuggled up next to the buttonwood, so quietly, quietly.

When the four seasons old people put on autumn clothes for the world, it seems that a trace of sadness has been added to the silence. The yellow leaves turned into spirits, dancing gracefully and falling slowly. I like this kind of tranquility, stepping gently on the grass covered with fallen leaves, rustling, as if stepping on autumn notes.

A heavy snow after autumn made me unable to snuggle up to the tree. The bare trunk finally put on white clothes. I can only stand quietly by the tree, and the warm sunshine snuggles up next to the tree instead of me, splashing golden waves. It has become a paradise in winter. Ah! Tall buttonwood, you brought me to the paradise of my dreams.

6. How to write a composition about buttonwood? Listen to this song ~ generally, everyone thinks of fallen leaves in autumn ~ and the streets are full of plane trees ~ Now how many people know what it was like in autumn ~ There are fewer old houses ~ There are fewer tall buildings in summer ~ Now the cultural street is replaced by ginkgo trees ~ Lyrics: The French plane trees you planted in the yard are facing the wind and filled with the difficulty of leaving. The gypsy children in the park gave me a mysterious smile and touched me with the same fate. There is also a picture of migratory birds wintering on the wall. I can't see anything in this room. It is my consistent style to thaw the dusty past and not relive the old dreams. White feathers were blown by the wind and landed quietly in the crowd. I look at your cherished expression. There is no smile on your face. The French phoenix tree you planted in the yard stands in the wind and is full of difficulties you left behind. The gypsy children in the park gave me a mysterious smile. Inexplicably moved by the same fate, migratory birds still hang on the wall for the winter. I can't see anything that has been moved in this room. White feathers are flying, the dusty past is thawing, and I don't want to relive my old dreams. It is my usual style that white feathers are blown by the wind and fall quietly in the crowd. I looked at your cherished expression and didn't smile. White feathers float gently into the sky, and you can't keep your time and space. I choose to relax my feathers. It's sad, and it's not as heavy as I thought. I have never been impulsive enough about this dream.

7. To write about the phoenix tree in autumn, it is necessary to combine motion and static, and the scene is integrated with the phoenix tree in autumn.

There was an autumn rain and a cold rain last night. The temperature dropped 10 degrees today. I got up early in the morning and found that everyone had put on their spring and autumn shirts. This afternoon, my mother and I were walking along the boulevard in Yang Da, and found that the buttonwood trees on both sides of the road changed greatly.

The trunk of the buttonwood tree is thick, but when one person is taller, four or five branches begin to branch out, shaped like a giant hand. Because these buttonwood trees have a history of decades, the bark is gradually peeling off, revealing the trunk inside, which looks yellow and gray.

When autumn comes, the leaves of buttonwood will become colorful, some are dark yellow, some are yellow, some are yellow-green, and some are emerald green. Huh? Why do leaves on a tree have different colors? As Daniel said in the book "A Fallen Leaf", this is because each leaf has a different experience, and the sunlight shines at different angles and casts different shadows, so their colors will be different.

Standing under the tree, a gust of wind blew, but I didn't expect it to be very windy. I was blocked by these buttonwood trees, but I looked up at the treetops and saw that the treetops were blown by the wind, and the leaves rustled and kept falling, like many dancing butterflies and scattered flowers. Soon, the earth looks like wearing a golden dress. The most interesting thing is that a leaf was blown off by the wind. He floats and floats. Suddenly, a branch blocked its way. The leaves stayed on the branches for a while and were blown to the ground by the wind.

I love autumn, and I love the buttonwood tree in autumn.

8. Today, write a composition on the topic of buttonwood. In windy weather, the fruit of buttonwood downstairs is ripe, and one or two pieces will float down intermittently. It is shaped like a boat with seeds on its side. Because of this feature, the fruit will rotate with the wind.

Two of them actually floated on my balcony on the sixth floor. One with five seeds was left in a small bamboo basket with lemongrass dried in the shade before, and the other with two seeds was released.

Unexpectedly, it was blown by the wind twice and flew back and threw it out. It bypassed the bedroom with the wind and fell into the bathtub through the bathroom window. What a good fate! Think about my fate with buttonwood.

When I was a child, the road in front of my house was covered with French phoenix trees, which were actually Platanus acerifolia. But I thought this was a buttonwood tree. According to legend, the phoenix only wants to stop on the buttonwood, which is a very noble tree since ancient times.

So, it always feels different when you look at it. The French buttonwood trees in that whole street are really brave. When it rains a little, it hardly needs an umbrella.

When I was in primary school, I walked from home to school for five minutes. I walk along the shopping mall. I can walk slowly in the sun in winter and shelter from the rain in summer. So I wrote the exam composition from primary school to junior high school, and I wanted to write "I love-".I wrote that I love buttonwood. It is also a victory in danger. At that time, there happened to be a very good article called "I love buttonwood". Many students regard it as a model essay when reviewing, so they imitate it during the exam.

Those who wrote "I love buttonwood" in those days were immediately tired of aesthetics and their scores were not high. I am the only lucky person. I haven't read the model essay. He wrote about spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I started writing in summer, because I think the buttonwood tree in summer is the most beautiful and has the greatest effect, so I got the highest score.

Later, I took a biology class to make it clear that the original benefactor was the French phoenix tree. When I was living in Nantong, one of my classmates, Shao Baitou, made her a folk prescription at home, which was buttonwood. At that time, I saw the true face of the buttonwood for the first time. I went to the campus to look for it and found that it had been on the side of the road.

Sure enough, she looks beautiful. At that time, I was reading The Book of the Sword, Love and Hate. I liked Huo Qingtong, and I liked the buttonwood tree with another name, Qingtong.

These buttonwood trees downstairs have been with me for several years. I'm tired of climbing the grid. Standing on the balcony and looking down will be a very comforting feeling. Recently, neighbors in the community have to cut down trees because the trees are tall, and the property is very nerve-racking.

If you don't like trees, try not to buy a house on the first floor in the future. Otherwise, because of your unhappiness, these trees that have grown for many years will be shaved or even amputated. How embarrassing it is for you to let them stand there naked.

9. The composition describing buttonwood is better. In my primary school, rows of tall buttonwood trees stand upright, and they have a wonderful time with us.

In spring, plane trees seem to have a new look. They are all like girls wearing veils. The leaves of buttonwood are green. Accompanied by the beautiful spring breeze, it dances with the veil, and the dance is moving. The sound of reading echoed in the campus, and the plane tree seemed to be an fascinated audience, listening quietly. ...

In summer, the plane tree is like a warm home for cicadas, and it is also like a stage for cicadas to show themselves. Lovely emerald leaves seem to be the curtain of the stage. In the lower grades, boys are like monkeys. "Shua shua shua", in less than two or three seconds, the boys climbed up and formed a natural playground, adding a touch of bright color to our childhood.

Autumn is the harvest season, and we harvest the fruits of learning. The leaves of Platanus acerifolia turn yellow and fall slowly. There are always traces of buttonwood trees on the playground runway. Although its leaves are aging, its body is still so tall and straight, which has become a beautiful scenery in my childhood memory.

In the cold winter, the school was full of cheers. It turned out to be snowing, and the snow covered the ground with a white and gentle carpet. I also put on a white dress suitable for buttonwood. No matter how cold the weather is, the plane tree is still so tall and straight against the ruthless winter wind and leaning on this thin dress.

Sycamore tree! Do you know what impression you left on my childhood? What are you standing on? Sycamore tree! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? At this time, there are rows of buttonwood trees standing upright in the wind like you!