My hometown is Yuekeng Village, Kengkou Township, Huangshan City, which is an ancient village with beautiful scenery. Now let me introduce the bamboo forest in my hometown!
After only a few rains in Mao Mao, the Spring Rain Girl appeared, and bamboo and bamboo shoots greedily let themselves suck the dew of spring. In April, some bamboo shoots have sprouted, some only show half their heads, and some are still asleep. At this time, we children followed the adults to dig bamboo shoots. I found five bamboo shoots, high and low, just like five brothers and sisters.
When teacher Xia came, we children went to play in the bamboo forest. We shook the bamboo leaves off the bamboo and they flew down like dragonflies. We are like little earthworms that get into bamboo leaves, and in a short time, we become bamboo leaf worms.
Bamboo leaves will give off bursts of fragrance. We picked them up and put them in bags, then washed them and put them on plates, which became the five most famous dishes in our village. They are: fried coriander with bamboo leaves, fried carp with bamboo leaves, stewed mushrooms with bamboo leaves, roasted bamboo shoots with bamboo leaves and boiled shrimps with bamboo leaves. You must try these five dishes when you come to my hometown, or you will come for nothing.
Sister Qiu came and the bamboo leaves turned yellow. Let's go on a swing in the Woods. The swing swings and bamboo leaves dance like butterflies.
Grandpa Dong came. He dressed bamboo in white clothes. Bamboo stands upright in Amb Lee, just like border guards.
I love the bamboo forest in my hometown, and I love my hometown even more.
There is a bamboo forest in my home. There are many tall and big bamboos in the bamboo forest. This bamboo forest has existed for many years.
Bamboo grows from coarse to fine, section by section. The distance between each section is similar, and the circle at the joint between sections is slightly convex. I hold it in my hand, and the bamboo pole is smooth, just like a baby's skin. Bamboo also has many forms. Some of them are very thick and need two hands to grasp, like a little fat man with enough food and drink; Some are very slender, like a lean young man; Some of them are still very naughty and grow horizontally, as if they want to leave the soil and go out to play. Bamboo leaves are slender and lush, like a narrow boat. Bamboo leaves smell tasteless, but I can feel the fragrance of bamboo.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the whole bamboo forest began to dance with the wind, making a rustling sound, as if playing a bamboo symphony.
Winter goes and spring comes, everything recovers, and the baby jumps out of the soil curiously. Some are short, as long as the middle finger, and some have grown very tall. Bamboo shoots and buds also wear different clothes, some are brown, some are light green, some are purple in green, and some are half green and half brown. Such small bamboo shoots grow the most by the river. Because the small bamboo shoots by the river can absorb more water.
I like the spirit of bamboo standing proudly and evergreen all the year round, and I also expect young bamboo shoots to grow up as fast as their mothers.
In the early morning, birds are singing in the branches, flowers and plants are scrambling to present beautiful flowers to nature, and grass is happily sticking its head out of the soil to look at this beautiful world.
I got up early and went to my grandmother's house to play. Far away, I saw many people squatting in the green bamboo forest behind my grandmother's house, digging on the ground with small shovels in their hands. I think it must be digging bamboo shoots. Approaching, I saw them with a shovel in one hand, digging beside the bamboo shoots, and shaking the bamboo shoots in the other hand. After the bamboo shoots were dug out, they cut off the tail, then threw them into the basket behind them and continued digging. How fast they are moving! After a while, I harvested half a basket.
Several naughty children are also digging bamboo shoots, but unfortunately the bamboo shoots are not dug out and their hands are covered with mud. However, they didn't know it at all. They wiped the sweat off their faces with their hands and made their whole faces muddy. Some people laughed, some people bent over with laughter, some people laughed and called their parents, and some people laughed and called their stomachaches. The quiet bamboo forest suddenly became lively. The child with mud on his face lowered his head and stole to wipe the mud off his face with his sleeve.
There is a small river to the east of the bamboo forest. It is very quiet and the air is particularly fresh. There is a feldspar on the side as a stool. At this time, there are two students studying there: they are so absorbed in reading that they are simply addicted to books; The discussion was so intense that it was even more lively than the scene of digging bamboo shoots.
Ah, the morning in the bamboo forest is really beautiful!
Bamboo Forest Excellent Composition 4 What is more beautiful than bamboo forest is childhood, and what is more beautiful than childhood is memory.
I remember when I was a child, there was a small bamboo forest near my grandmother's house. Why is it small? Because it always has only a hundred bamboos, and it can run from one end to the other at a glance.
Although it is very small, it carries many good memories of me!
In spring, when the first spring rain falls, the small bamboo forest is like a concert. Rain drops on bamboo leaves, making a clatter; Raindrops fell on the hollow bamboo tube, making a muffled sound. With the spring thunder and spring rain, the prose of small bamboo shoots has quietly emerged. After a while, grandma will carry a big hoe and I will dig bamboo shoots with a small basket. My heart flew there before people arrived.
In summer, as the sun rises, cicadas also sing songs. Usually, even if it is very hot outside, the bamboo forest is always as cool as an air-conditioned room. Naughty, I will take my children to dig for treasures, hide and seek and play various games in the garden. Grandma always stands under the eaves, fanning the wind with a straw hat and saying that these children dare not blow the sky down. Having said that, grandma never cares about us and sometimes comes to play with us. Let us feel that summer is so beautiful and interesting.
Although the small bamboo forest in autumn is not as beautiful as that in spring, it also has its unique charm. Among them, the baked sweet potato impressed me the most. Grandma's sweet potatoes are big and sweet, so we moved to the grass frame as firewood and asked grandma to help us make a fire and bury one or two sweet potatoes. In a short time, the fragrance of sweet potato enveloped the big house.
In winter, the small bamboo forest seems to be asleep again, and the thick snow is covered with bamboo. Looking around, there is white everywhere. I can't play at this time, but isn't it a pleasure to just watch these?
What a beautiful little bamboo forest!
There is a lush bamboo forest in my hometown. It grows halfway up Boluo Mountain.
In spring, the majestic green bamboo rises from the ground, with its head in the sky and feet on the ground, like a giant; At this time, there was a spring breeze, bamboo leaves rustled, and some bamboos danced gracefully with the rustling, like a dancer; Some are intertwined with powerful bodies, as if playing!
When the cold winter comes, the leaves of bamboo turn yellow and green, and the spirit is not as abundant as that of spring. At this moment, a gust of wind roared, and white and sharp teeth said fiercely, "Haha! Xiao Zhu, I will uproot you! " But bamboo took a contemptuous look at the wind and said nothing, still struggling in the whistling wind!
In the morning of late winter and early spring, it was still raining in Mao Mao, and a mist turned the bamboo forest into a fairyland! Some bamboos have grown. Some of them hang their heads, stretch and rub their sleepy eyes, as if they haven't woken up yet. Some bent down and shouted to the baby bamboo shoots, "Baby, it's spring, grow up quickly and see how beautiful it is outside!" " "At noon in the scorching sun, mother bamboo covered the small bamboo shoots with yellow-green slender leaves! When the first moonlight fell from the sky, all the bamboos fell asleep. They drooped their heads and leaves, like a doll playing all day, and collapsed on the bed. Everything is quiet!
I love the bamboo forest in my hometown!
Now, I am a middle school student, but in my memory, my childhood is like yesterday.
The canal in front of the door, the firm faucet, the tall and straight poplars, the ruby white rabbit peeping in the grass, the timid bird's nest in the nest, the green mantis waving a broadsword in the "competition field", and the swift "night walker"-the bat hanging upside down from the ceiling to practice. It's just a small wild bamboo forest in the village, but it has unlimited interest.
Hua Die dances here, cicadas sing here, bees send sweet honey, and dragonflies hold up an umbrella for the stage with wide membrane wings. When you dig the soil, you sometimes meet a female mouse and that microorganism, paramecium. Just stroll to the pool and you can enjoy the water bloom, just like the Milky Way in the sky. Peach and pear trees grow alternately, as if they were random and free dancers in music.
Every spring and winter, bamboo shoots come out of this bamboo forest, so I often pick them up, and I have hurt the roots of bamboo shoots, so that bamboo can't grow normally, but I have never seen any bamboo as green as described in the book. Note that bamboo shoots are hairy and this kind of hair is not small. If you touch them for too long, your body will itch. I have experienced this symptom and vowed never to go again next time, but every spring and summer, I can't control my hands and feet and do the same thing again. Sometimes when bamboo shoots are put away, they will be gone in a few days.
A bamboo forest, where people dig bamboo shoots, and a naughty little girl is running; A stream, people wash vegetables, dishes and clothes, and a happy little girl is playing; A rugged mountain road, carrying the villagers to the outside, a little girl with short hair smiled while counting the flowers on the roadside. ...
When I sleep, I always dream about these familiar and unfamiliar scenes, and jump out from time to time like a movie.
This is my hometown Beicun, where the countryside is simple and the environment is beautiful and quiet. Most of the residents in my hometown are surnamed Cheng, and the houses are mostly Huizhou buildings with white walls and blue tiles. Everyone works at sunrise and rests at sunset, helping each other.
I love my hometown, which is where I played in my childhood. When I was a child, I often called a few good friends to meet. These games were the most classic and popular at that time, such as "Rock, Paper, Scissors", "Eagle Catch Chicken", "Cat Catch Mouse" and "Hopscotch". Laughter keeps echoing in my mind.
If it rains heavily in my hometown, the bamboo in the bamboo forest will not be crushed, but it will be as tenacious as the people in my hometown. When the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest grow up, the villagers dig some up the mountain and take them home for their children to eat. When the bamboo shoots grow up, if no one digs them, they will grow into bamboo and decorate the scenery in their hometown.
This scene first fell in childhood play, then took root in warm memories, and then sneaked into the dream I missed.
Today, another gloomy day, the air is really bad. We had to flee to the mountains again in the chaos.
The mountain I went to this time is different from last time. There is a thick bamboo forest on this mountain. There are streams flowing in the bamboo forest, birds flying happily over the bamboo forest, fat hens eating insects, and everywhere is full of vitality. We found a clearing and set up a tent there. Listen to birds singing; Breathe fresh air; Looking at the green bamboo forest and the blue sky and white clouds, we are in a good mood!
It's time for lunch. We have to go to the villa for dinner. After eating farmhouse food, the whole person suddenly has strength again. It was still early, and my father and I went to a deep forest. There are dogs that bark like wolves; There is only one plate in the bathroom there; People there are smiling; The scenery there is beautiful!
In the evening, we have to go home. In the car, my brother was still asleep. I looked out of the window: bamboo forests, birds, houses, chemical plants with white smoke, and cars roared past. The air is getting worse and worse, and I finally got home. Mom opened two air purifiers at home for the first time.
I really want to go back to that bamboo forest. I wish I could go to that bamboo forest again!
Behind my grandmother's house, there is a large beautiful bamboo forest, which is my favorite place. I can't wait to go back to my grandmother's house every holiday, and then go to the bamboo forest to enjoy the rare beauty.
In the morning, the air is so fresh! Pushing open the door, a faint smell of bamboo came to my nose. Looking around, I saw a dense bamboo forest, lush. The rising sun shines through the dense bamboo leaves, just like the bamboo forest covered with a layer of crystal clear gauze, which is beautiful! At this time, there were several birdsongs in the bamboo forest, which were crisp and loud, just like playing a beautiful symphony.
At noon, the sun hung high in the sky, and thousands of rays of sunlight shone on the green bamboo forest, leaving a large shade. I moved a chair and enjoyed the cool under the bamboo forest, quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me. I saw bamboo forests rising from the ground, straight and slender, like handfuls of swords, straight into the sky. A breeze blew, the bamboo forest rustled and the bamboo danced with the wind, just like a beautiful girl dancing.
Near dusk, the sun sets, the birds return to their nests, the bamboo forest slowly calms down, and gradually enters a sweet dream country, ready to welcome a new day!
Grandma's bamboo forest is really beautiful! I love this bamboo forest, it will always be a beautiful scenery in my heart!
My house was not demolished a few years ago. At that time, there was a bamboo forest behind our house. This bamboo forest is small, but it is a paradise for our children.
In spring, the little bamboo shoots leaned out of their pointed heads, looked around and looked at the beautiful world curiously. A few little sparrows chirped among the bamboo forests and jumped from one bamboo forest to another, very happy.
In summer, the bamboo forest grows lush, and the dense layers of bamboo leaves are green and dripping, which tightly covers the sun. Shake the bamboo pole and the bamboo leaves will sing a cheerful song "Wow, Wow". Cicada also accompanied her. Groups of sparrows are jumping around in the bamboo forest. We are not idle. We are shaking worse and more tired. We were lying around. Then, we took out snacks and ate them with relish. After dinner, I slowly fell asleep. There are bamboo shadows swaying in the dream.
In autumn, bamboo leaves turn from green to yellow, float down and dance with the wind, like stamps, telling people that autumn is coming.
It snows heavily in winter, and the whole bamboo forest is wrapped in silver. We have snowball fights and make snowmen. Occasionally, I secretly shake the bamboo pole, and when the heavy snow falls on my friend, my friend becomes a real snowman. At this time, we will laugh, laugh, shake off the snow on the bamboo, and "rustle" it down.
This bamboo forest has added many colors to my childhood. Unfortunately, now that our old house has been demolished, the bamboo forest has long since disappeared.
1 1 My hometown is a land of fish and rice, where the scenery is very pleasant. In the eyes of China people, the landscape of the motherland is the most magnificent, but it is not. In my eyes, the magnificent landscape of the motherland is far less than the paradise in my heart-the bamboo forest in my hometown.
In spring, the bamboo forest is full of spring, and the bamboo shoots are not to be outdone. They have emerged from the embrace of Mother Earth, revealing their pointed heads, like a group of naughty children, and can't wait to see how wonderful the outside world is! At this time, I like digging bamboo shoots with my friends best. Bamboo shoots are delicious. I want to have another bite.
In summer, the bamboo forest is beaming, which is the most flourishing time of the bamboo forest. The lush leaves seem to bend the bamboo, and those bamboo leaves are layered and dense, leaving no gap. In the bamboo forest, we can feel the rare surprise in summer, just like having a big green umbrella to shelter us from the wind and rain. When the wind blows, the bamboo forest is like a rippling lake. Sweep away the heat of summer and bring coolness to people.
In autumn, some leaves of bamboo forest turn yellow slowly, which tells us that winter is coming. A gust of wind blew, and the yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another, just like yellow butterflies flying in the air. The whole bamboo forest smells of autumn.
In winter, flowers and plants wither and many trees lose their leaves, but bamboo still stands there, just like a soldier who sticks to his post. No wonder bamboo is known as one of the "Three Friends of Old Cold"!
In my memory, there will always be a green bamboo forest, gently rippling in the wind, accompanying me to spend a wonderful childhood!
Zhu You's composition 12 is in the south. Autumn came hundreds of millions of years ago, and together they became the territory of summer.
After a sunny and warm rain, I walked on the bamboo path. This road used to be the only way I had to pass every day when I was in primary school. Since the school merged with other schools, it has become surprisingly inaccessible and occupied by nature. The white crane in the pond, as always, is still more moving than the water lily. The diabolical sun can't shine here, and the chill that overflows from the ground makes people feel very comfortable. Waves of breeze passed slightly, covering the dancing shadows of my once innocent fleeting time and jumping happily.
People like to recall the past, just for the purity and innocence of the past. But I don't really want to be myself again. Because the present self is transformed from reality and self to destroy the past self.
Morning glory occupied the yellow school wall. Birds are chirping, and the restlessness in the air begins to roll. Another flowing air is blowing head-on, and the familiar old banyan tree beside me can't bear to start rustling, telling the story of every child who goes out from here, a full of life …
Even if the reality is hard to escape, complex, unpredictable and unpredictable, it will turn into smoke and become insignificant in this landscape. ...
Enjoying the hustle and bustle of peace, in an instant, I became the innocent girl with big eyes. ...
In our school, there is a path in the bamboo forest.
In spring, all the bamboos in those bamboo forests spit out tender buds, which are tender and especially green; Small blue, pink and yellow flowers have grown on the grass. Xiao Lu smiled happily, too, because there were many people with him again.
On the path, some children were fighting and suddenly fell down. Thanks to the bamboo by the roadside, the child didn't fall. Path, he witnessed the benefits of help and support.
In summer, along the path, bamboo becomes very green. The sun shines on the path like a steel needle through the dense treetops. Learn to sing, birds chirp, and occasionally you can see a few small mushrooms and snails in the bamboo forest.
In autumn, the bamboo turns yellow, and the fallen leaves fall on the path and step on it, making a crisp sound.
In winter, bamboo and paths are covered with a white coat, and our step by step footprints are like our little progress.
I still remember that day, several of us went to the path together and put our seeds in a small bottle and buried them in the snow. The path recorded our memories.
Ah, the path in the forest! I want to say to you: You are my bosom friend, my partner, you grow up with us and have silent happiness.
We will never forget your support or your creativity.
Excellent composition of bamboo forest 14 I like the bamboo forest in my hometown, which is located on the edge of the village. It is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it is the place that our children yearn for most.
In spring, a stream passes through the forest. The water is so clear that green bamboo is reflected in the water. From time to time, birds' happy cries came from the bamboo forest. After a drizzle, bamboo shoots greedily suck the sweet rain, and then the villagers will come to the bamboo forest to select some good bamboo shoots and make green food such as scrambled eggs with bamboo shoots.
In summer, bamboo grows so fast! Dense bamboo forests are like a green ocean. Birds are singing more happily, bamboo seems to be taller than others, and the bamboo shoots in spring are almost one and a half meters. At this time, more friends are attracted to play here, some are swimming, some are catching bamboo worms, and some are playing in the stream, so happy! The laughter of friends echoed in the bamboo forest.
Autumn is coming, a gust of autumn wind is blowing, bamboo is dancing, and there is a rustling sound from time to time. Yellow bamboo leaves are blown off like a golden butterfly, and many yellow bamboo shells fall off. At this time, the women in the village came to the bamboo forest to pick up bamboo shells, and they packed them in baskets, because bamboo shells are a good fuel!
In winter, a biting cold wind blew, the bamboo leaves turned white, and the friends never came here again. The bamboo forest is quiet, except for the occasional rustling of leaves when they collide.
Ah! What a beautiful bamboo forest! I like the bamboo forest in my hometown.
There is a bamboo forest by the river in my hometown, which is our paradise.
All kinds of famous bamboos are strange. Those who have a big belly are called Buddha's belly bamboo; The cute one with tears on his body is called Xiaozhu. Slim and tall, green as jade, called bamboo; And hard, stubborn and proud whip bamboo. Big bamboo is about as thick as the mouth of a sea bowl. They are weather-beaten and towering. Although slender and tender bamboo is slightly weak, it is full of youthful vitality and strives for the upper reaches.
There is some green grass in the bamboo forest, and there are some wild flowers on the green grass. There are red, yellow, purple, blue, pink ... it really looks like a beautiful cloth. There are two or three stone tables in the depths of the bamboo forest, where the old people enjoy the cool, drink tea and chat leisurely. The children are chasing and fighting there. Young people lie on the grass, listening to the crisp birds singing and looking at the blue sky. I am also holding the flexible bamboo and swinging around in the bamboo forest, as if on a swing, like a "martial arts expert" shuttling through the bamboo forest. At this moment, the bamboo forest seems to be connected with the blue sky and white clouds, which is really an open and leisurely beauty.
The bamboo forest is the most beautiful after the rain. After every drizzle, the bamboo forest is completely new. Bamboo was washed spotless and green; The grass was washed exceptionally fresh, and there was a faint scent of earth. How intoxicating all this is!
The bamboo forest in my hometown makes me unforgettable, and home always touches my heart!