1. I imitate the essay "I Love the Bayberry in My Hometown" and rewrite it as "Love the Strawberry in My Hometown"

Mentioning Hejiang reminds me of the sour and sweet strawberries. It used to be my least favorite fruit, but it is also my favorite fruit now!

It is absolutely accidental to say that I love eating strawberries. Once upon a time, my mother bought a large basket of strawberries for my sister and I to taste the tender and delicious strawberries together. I have never eaten strawberries. Looking at these red strawberries, the more I look at them, the more they look like a little girl in a short skirt. It really makes people "drool down three thousand feet, thinking that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky." Ah! I couldn't wait to pick one up and bite it in one bite. Phew, it was so sour! Is this for human consumption? I almost screamed! Looking at my sister again, she is devouring her food for fear that others will snatch it from her! A lot of fragrant strawberries went into her stomach in the blink of an eye! But I still had no appetite, so I had no choice but to spread my hands. My mother saw what I was thinking and saw that I "don't eat the toast, but eat the wine as a penalty." Then the "volcano erupted" and insisted that I taste it carefully.

Alas, my mother’s fate was difficult, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and launch an “attack” on Strawberry! I picked one up, reluctantly put it into my mouth, and chewed it slowly. Completely unexpected! I actually feel that it is getting sweeter and sweeter, with a little sourness in the sweetness! The quiet and elegant juice flows into your heart, which is particularly refreshing and makes you want to eat more!

Strawberries are not only delicious but also mature early. They are also a rare “beauty fruit”! Therefore, in my mind, "360-degree change" ranks first in my fruit rankings!

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2. I love the Yali in my hometown, imitating the essay on I love the Yangmei in my hometown

My hometown is in Jiangnan, I Love the bayberry in my hometown.

The drizzle is like silk, and the bayberry trees greedily suck the nectar of spring. They stretch out their evergreen branches, and the narrow leaves laugh in the rain and mist.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the bayberry trees were covered with bayberries.

The bayberries are round and the same size as longan. There are small thorns all over the body. When the bayberries mature slowly, The thorns gradually became soft and flat. Pick one and put it into your mouth. The tip of your tongue touches the smooth thorns of the bayberry, which makes people feel delicate and soft.

The bayberry is light red at first, and then turns into red. Deep red, it almost turns black in the end. It doesn't really turn black, because it is too red, so it looks like black. If you bite it open gently, you can see its fresh red and tender flesh. On your lips, The tongue was covered with bright red juice at the same time. It felt great!

The unripe bayberry is sour and sweet, while the ripe bayberry is sweet, making people love it more and more. When I was very young, I ate bayberry once because I ate too much. My teeth were sore and soft, and I couldn’t even bite tofu. Only then did I realize that I shouldn’t eat too much bayberry. Because although bayberry tastes sweet, it still has a sour taste. Because it is too sweet, it doesn’t taste good. I felt sour. After eating the bayberry and then eating something else, I felt that my teeth were sore from it.

I love my hometown, and I love the bayberry in my hometown even more! 3. The composition is based on the red bayberry in my hometown. I love the chestnuts in my hometown.

My hometown is Ruian. Every year around the Dragon Boat Festival is the harvest season of red bayberry. The bayberry in my hometown is sweet and sour. I love the bayberry in my hometown.

Bayberry trees like to grow in places with high mountains and deep valleys. Every May and June, when the bayberries turn red, our family will go to high-rise buildings to pick bayberries. Although when bayberries are in abundance, the streets and alleys can be heard shouting from vendors selling bayberries, but my father always said that the bayberries picked by himself are more delicious. There are two types of bayberry: red bayberry and black bayberry. The red bayberry is small and red, but tastes sweet and sour. The black bayberry is famous for being large and black. It has rich juice and is best for quenching thirst. The "Dongkui Bayberry" in my hometown is a very famous variety of black bayberry. However, Dongkui bayberry ripens relatively late, and it always arrives late when other bayberries are out of production, so when other bayberries flood the market, people are looking forward to its delicious taste.

Our whole family came as scheduled for this year’s High-rise Bayberry Festival. The bayberry trees are tall, with many branches and dense leaves. After the mildew season, the baby bayberry sucked the nectar of the entire spring and grew into crystal clear flowers. Transparent red pearl. Some are obscured by branches and leaves, while others reveal their little heads as if to signal people to pick it.

The bayberry tree grew very tall, and the heavy responsibility of picking bayberry fell on my father. My mother was responsible for catching the bayberry picked by my father. As for me, I hid under the bayberry tree to enjoy the cool air, and occasionally ate a few secretly. There may be worms in the freshly picked bayberry, but my father said that the worms in the bayberry are edible, but my mother found it disgusting and always took it home and soaked it in salt water before eating it. As for me, I didn't see the bug, so I just turned my back on it. I picked up a big bayberry and stuffed it into my mouth. Each thorn slid smoothly in my mouth and touched my tongue, making me feel delicate and soft. Bite it gently, the sweet and sour juice overflows, swallow it down your throat, it is refreshing, the sour and sweet, sweet and sour taste is really unforgettable!

We finished picking the bayberries and returned home with the abundant fruits. We tasted them slowly. If we couldn’t finish eating, we could freeze them in the freezer of the refrigerator. Dad likes to drink. He always divides some bayberries and soaks them in wine. He says that drinking this kind of wine can relieve the heat. Bayberries don’t stay fresh for long and usually go bad in a day or two, so my mother dried some of the bayberries to make dried bayberries and make bayberry honey 4. I love the roses in my hometown (a copycat of "I Love the Bayberries in My Hometown")

I love the bayberry in my hometown. My hometown is in Jiangnan, and I love the bayberry in my hometown.

The drizzle is like silk, and the bayberry trees greedily suck the nectar of spring. They stretch out their evergreen branches, and their long and narrow leaves laugh happily in the rain and fog.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the bayberry trees were covered with bayberry trees. The bayberry is round, the same size as the longan, and has small thorns all over the body.

As the bayberry gradually matures, the thorns gradually soften and become flat. Pick one and put it in your mouth. The tip of your tongue touches the smooth thorns of the bayberry, which makes people feel delicate and soft.

The bayberry was light red at first, then turned deep red, and finally turned almost black. It doesn't really turn black because it's too red, so it looks like black.

When you bite it open gently, you can see the fresh red and tender pulp, and your lips and tongue are covered with bright red juice. The unripe bayberry is sour and sweet, while the ripe bayberry is sweet and makes people love it more and more.

When I was a child, I once ate bayberries. I ate too much and found that my teeth were sore and soft, and I couldn't even bite tofu. I realized that although the bayberry is ripe, it still has a sour taste, because it is too sweet and does not taste sour.

After eating bayberry before eating anything else, I felt my teeth were sore from it. My hometown is in Jiangnan, and I love the bayberries in my hometown.

Imitation: I love the peaches in my hometown. My hometown is in Majiang, and I love the peaches in my hometown. The drizzle is like silk, and the peach trees greedily suck the dew of spring.

The peach blossoms are blooming, some are pink, some are white, and some are deep red. These flowers are so interesting: some are basking in the sun, and some are blocked by leaves, like shy little girls.

Around the Qingming Festival, peach trees are covered with cherry-sized peaches. They are covered with downy hair, like "monkey heads", so the local people call them hairy peaches. As soon as June and July come, the green peaches are ripe.

The peach is green at first, then turns white with a little red, and finally turns into a peach with a little red at the tip and white at the bottom. You bite it open gently, and the white flesh and faint fragrance waft out, and the juice flows into your mouth. It is fragrant, sweet, and very crisp, making you love it more and more.

Unripe peaches taste hard, but they taste fragrant and sweet when ripe. I remember when I was a kid, I ate the peach without washing the hair off its surface. As a result, the hair on the peach made the corners of my mouth feel itchy and painful.

I just learned that if the peach hairs are not washed off, they will stick to the corners of the mouth, and it will feel very painful if I accidentally touch the corners of the mouth with my hands. I love my hometown, and I love the peaches in my hometown even more.

1. Read and copy: Beautiful pictures, golden lanterns, red cheeks, golden waves, burning torches, hard-working people, steep peaks, high peaks, golden roosters, kindness Smile, smile with satisfaction, shake hands tightly, maneuver calmly, nod happily, look carefully, talk cordially, pass smoothly, sing excitedly, shake hands approvingly, look approvingly, beautiful day, flaming red flag, white dove, joyful music, wide square, beautiful city Ocean of joy, excited tears, happy crowd, white cotton, 1/4 slender gourd vine, cute little gourd, big red dates, healthy body, cold north wind, delicious grains, envious eyes, beloved skirt, distant Place, fiery red sun, fluffy feathers, cute birds, smart birds, emerald green saplings, white waves, long ripples, beautiful sights, longing eyes, misty woods, thick smells, happy moments, naughty little deer, advanced science and technology The golden path dances happily, the high blue sky, the beautiful park, the strange-shaped rocks, lots of knowledge, the wide and long asphalt road, the friendly appearance, the endless rice fields, eating big mouthfuls, can’t wait to climb, talking to myself say. 5. I love the soybeans in my hometown. A 300-word imitation of the bayberry in my hometown.

Although my hometown does not have majestic peaks like Mount Tai, nor lively maple leaves like Xiangshan, it has picturesque scenery all year round. Who knows? Everyone will be amazed when they see it.

When the spring swallows sing, the scenery in the mountains is the most charming.

If you don’t believe it, take a look! The red, white, blue, yellow, and wild flowers of unknown colors will dazzle you and make you overwhelmed. Swarms of little bees were flying around among the flowers, busy collecting nectar, the butterflies were flapping their wings and dancing, and the clever birds were chirping on the branches, bringing joy to this quiet mountain village. Infinite vitality.

There are also those little grasses that are not noticed, crowded together, you squeeze and push me around, like a big soft carpet spread on the hillside, you can step on it It's soft and comfortable to lie on, and have a sweet dream. It's so beautiful! When the summer cicadas sing loudly, the ground is covered with winter melons. You see, the dense bamboo is covered with green skins, and they have different shapes.

At this time, I saw the farmer uncles and aunts who were busy cutting winter melons, bending over and opening the winter melon leaves with their hands. Wow! What a big winter melon! When the farmers saw it, they grabbed it with their hands and cut it off with scissors.

It’s so beautiful, big and green, and there must be a lot of harvest. They cut one after another until the scissors were "broken".

When the autumn wind blows, the scenery of this field is even more attractive. In particular, the field where the seedlings were planted looked like a golden carpet from a distance.

The seedlings are full of rice, and the ears are hanging down. It’s so beautiful! When the winter breeze blows, the mountains seem particularly quiet. There is no one everywhere. All kinds of animals are hiding in their nests, and people are keeping warm in their houses. The world is vast and so silent! Beautiful hometown This autumn, my parents took me to my hometown to play. On this day, the sky was so high and so blue.

In the high and blue sky, there are traces of white clouds floating in the sky. Groups of wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a line, sometimes forming a herringbone. Unknowingly, I walked to my grandpa’s house.

The charming scenery of my hometown unfolded before my eyes. There is a green orchard in front of my grandfather's house.

The large grape trellis is covered with a large bunch of purple grapes. The purple is green inside, and the green inside is translucent, like big, round, extremely beautiful pearls, sparkling and watery. Spiritual. Those bright red oranges, in groups of five and three, head to head and face to face, seemed to be whispering: "Little master, welcome back! We thought you had forgotten us!" "I smiled slightly, shook my head and said, "No, how could I forget you!" The most coveted thing is the golden and yellow pear.

The skin is thin and juicy, and it tastes so addictive! The big, round and heavy red apples bent the branches, blowing in the breeze, and kept nodding to me. There is a small river beside the orchard.

The river water is cool and bottomless, and a few small fish are playing and playing in the river, which is very cute. There are maple trees on both sides of the river, how red they are! It was like a fire.

The fallen leaves are falling with the breeze.

But the pine trees by the river are still so tall and green.

The clear river reflects the red leaves and green trees, how beautiful it is! There are also rice fields, with bursts of fragrance wafting from the yellow fields. The rice grains are plump and the rice stems are so heavy that they can’t stand straight up, as if they are thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.

I like my beautiful hometown. 6. Write a composition about a plant with reference to the bayberry in my beloved hometown

My grandfather has many flowers, white jasmine, red camellia, yellow autumn chrysanthemum...the fragrance fills the room all year round. Therefore, since elementary school, I often stayed at my grandfather's house because my parents' house was too far away from school, and I gradually developed the habit of loving flowers.

When I come home from school and put my schoolbag away, the first thing I do is follow my grandfather's example and look at the flowers to see if the leaves have turned yellow and how many buds have bloomed. In this quiet communication between flowers and people, a longing for life and a yearning for beauty quietly imprinted in the bottom of my heart. What I loved most at that time was the pot of roses. Before the buds were opened, I learned from my grandpa that there are three colors of flowers. They are white when they first bloom, then turn red, and finally become stunning black.

These colors definitely tug at some heartstrings for me. I want to say it, but I don’t know where to start. Anyway, I like it. After my careful care, it began to bud. White, wrapped implicitly, like jade, like snow, and like me at that time, simple, shy, and motivated. It smiled slightly at me in the morning breeze, as if to say: Liu Wei, hurry up and put on the red scarf! Liu Wei, hurry up and become a good student! I also smiled 7. Write a composition about a plant with reference to the bayberry I love in my hometown

My grandfather has many flowers, white jasmine, red camellia, yellow autumn chrysanthemum... they are fragrant all year round. Overflowing room.

Therefore, since elementary school, I often stayed at my grandpa’s house because my parents’ house was too far away from school, and I gradually developed the habit of loving flowers. When I come home from school and put my schoolbag away, the first thing I do is follow my grandfather's example and look at the flowers to see if the leaves have turned yellow and how many buds have bloomed.

In this quiet exchange between flowers and people, a longing for life and a longing for beauty quietly imprinted in the bottom of my heart. What I loved most at that time was the pot of roses.

Before the buds were harvested, I learned from my grandfather that there are three colors of flowers. They are white when they first bloom, then turn red, and finally become stunning black. These colors definitely tug at some heartstrings for me.

I want to say it, but I don’t know where to start. In short, I like it. After my careful care, it began to bud.

White, wrapped implicitly, like jade, like snow, and like me at that time, simple, shy, and motivated. It smiled slightly at me in the morning breeze, as if to say: Liu Wei, hurry up and put on the red scarf! Liu Wei, hurry up and become a good student! I smiled too.