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"In May, the flowers of Sophora japonica in the mountain temple will be in full bloom" after reading the beautiful nostalgia of the next semester in the third grade of Chinese reading.

In May, the locust trees everywhere and the scented locust flowers are even more refreshing.

In the morning, you will see the familiar figure of Sophora japonica, soaked with 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 fragrant paradise on earth. At noon, the * * * hot sun scorched the earth, and Sophora japonica bloomed in the scorching sun, making it even more enchanting and moving, and swaying its slender waist like a fairy in a flower. At dusk, Sophora japonica is bathed in the afterglow of the sunset glow, which is even more lovely.

When you arrive in Huaixiang, you must taste the special product of Huaixiang-Huaihua Rice. It is steamed with rice mixed with Sophora japonica. There is rice in the flower, flowers in the rice, flowers and rice in one, and the flowers are sweet and fragrant, which makes people salivate.

Children in Huaixiang are simple, lovely, hospitable, hardworking and capable.

Friends, please come to Huaixiang! The flowers, meals and people in Huaixiang will definitely make you linger! 2. Write a composition of 111 words on the topic of Sophora japonica in my hometown < P > My hometown is in the countryside, where the environment is beautiful and the trees are lush, and the houses are vaguely hidden in it. In April and May, it was the season when Sophora japonica bloomed. When I walked into the village, a burst of Sophora japonica fragrance came to my nose, with a little sweetness in it. Many friends from other places can't help but stop and suck the intoxicating fragrance of Sophora japonica. In the lush green branches and leaves, occasionally a little "white snow" is dotted among them. When you look intently, this is exactly the clusters of full and white Sophora japonica flowers.

when the villagers see it, they always say to that friend, "Come on, I'll invite you to eat Sophora japonica and fry it!" When the host and guests returned home, the housewives were busy, because they didn't say hello beforehand. My aunt went out with a blue shoulder in her left hand and a scratch hook in her right hand. Find a tall, big and fruitful tree of Sophora japonica, put it on the ground, lift the hook, look at a branch and put it on it, hook it with a hook, and then turn it around a few times, and that branch will come down. Then pick up useless branches and leaves and put them in a basket. Even if this string is picked, then pick a basket full. If it is enough to eat, it will not rot. This aunt When I got home, I got it in less than forty minutes, and the delicious Sophora japonica rice was out of the pot. Before the table was served, the guest smelled the fragrance. As soon as the bowl was put on the table, he wolfed it down. After eating a bowl, he wanted another bowl, and his mouth kept chanting "Yummy! Delicious! " . When you leave, you have to carry a lot of Sophora japonica in your arms and a full bag in your hand.

In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, the happiest people are our children. A large group of children next door are surrounded by a locust tree, some people pick it and some people eat it, so the division of labor and cooperation alternate. Those friends with strings of Sophora japonica in their hands have broken coke, and they are munching on fresh Sophora japonica just picked, regardless of their own eating. Those children who pick Sophora japonica look greedy, but they will also eat a few mouthfuls. 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. Perhaps it is because I have a relationship with Sophora japonica. There is a small forest behind our building, which is also mixed with many Sophora japonica trees. In May, I can smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica effortlessly, but I always feel that the fragrance here is not as good as that in my hometown. At that time, I always think 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 I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. I walked towards it.

Sophora japonica has blossomed quite a lot, some of them are fully open, revealing a needle-like stamen, some have just unfolded two or three petals, and some are full of flowers and bones, as if they were about to burst, and the Sophora japonica is surrounded in piles, as if holding a seminar. There are so many Sophora japonica flowers, and there are clusters of beauty. Look at this cluster, which is beautiful, and look at that cluster, which is also beautiful. If we regard a tree Sophora japonica in front of us as a living painting, the artist's skill is really amazing! I suddenly felt as if I were a Sophora japonica, wearing white clothes and standing in the sunshine. When a breeze blew, I danced. The white clothes fluttered with the wind, not only me, but also a tree of Sophora japonica danced.

After the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. Butterflies flew over and told me that dancing with Sophora japonica was so happy! Bees flew over and told me that the honey of Sophora japonica is so sweet ... "Sister, sister, grandma's Sophora japonica rice is ready, come and eat it!" With the cry of my brother, I just came to my senses: I am not a Sophora japonica, I am enjoying it! Just then, grandma has put the Sophora japonica Maifan on the table. I can't help but be tempted to eat it with my hands, and I will take the first bite. The unique fragrance of Sophora japonica Maifan is accompanied by grandma's deep love. It's really delicious and memorable! There are many ways to eat Sophora japonica. Besides making wheat rice, it can be eaten raw, cold, and jiaozi! Every time Sophora japonica blooms, our farmhouse in Baqiao Hong Qing has a famous Sophora japonica banquet, which is a major feature of our hometown! Sophora japonica is really a treasure. Besides eating, it can also be used as 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 Huaixiang in May 311 words

One day in May, I took a bus to Huaixiang.

As soon as I entered Huaixiang, shady trees blocked the spicy sun and isolated the hot summer heat from the outside. A cool breeze is blowing, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. The hospitable Huaixiang children brought me delicious Sophora honey tea and delicious Sophora candy. At noon, we also ate delicious Sophora japonica rice.

Early the next morning, the children in Huaixiang took me to pick Huaimi. I took off my shoes like them, hugged the trunk and climbed to the tree with difficulty, hooked it with a long-handled hook knife, and a cloud 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 tree and picked up a bunch of Sophora japonica into the basket we brought. Looking at a basket full of fruits of labor, the cheerful songs of the partners are floating in the quiet countryside.

Time flies. It's time to say goodbye in a blink of an eye. I am reluctant to leave the beautiful hometown of Huai. I will come to Huaixiang again next summer vacation! How to write the garden in my hometown

The four seasons in my hometown are the most beautiful, and the garden in my hometown is also the most beautiful.

in spring, peach trees are in bloom, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. When the breeze blows, the petals slowly fall from the tree, like fairies dancing in the air in pink clothes. My friends and I dance with them under the tree, and our faces are filled with happy smiles.

In summer, the lotus blooms in the pond in the center of the garden. Under the sun, the lotus flower 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 then took it to the room to dress up.

In autumn, my favorite sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, and the air is filled with thick flowers. We gather the flowers falling from the trees and scatter them from one side of the garden to the other. The whole garden is like a golden carpet and sprayed with thick perfume. My friends and I walked, chatted, rolled around and played games on the carpet. We are extremely happy. 6. Lesson 21 How to Write Annotations in Huaixiang in May < P > In Huaixiang in May, acacia bloomed.

The hills and valleys in Huaixiang are covered with hills and slopes, which are like the first snow falling, and it is 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 by one, which looks like the dreadlocks of Uygur girls hanging freely on their shoulders.

"Buzz ..." Little bees came, picked up the fragrant powder and brewed sweet honey. "Pa pa ....." The children came running, and the basket carried away the Sophora japonica, which was whisked away, filled with joy and satisfaction.

At noon, the table was filled with delicious Sophora japonica rice, which was fragrant, mellow and fragrant ... At this time, even the whirling wind smelled fragrant, and the whole hometown of Sophora japonica was immersed in the fragrant sea. In the flowering season of Sophora japonica, as long as any child walks into the hometown of Sophora japonica, he will be drunk by the aroma and lie under the locust tree stupidly and don't want to go home.

The hospitable children in Huaixiang will drag him home and invite him to have a delicious meal of Sophora japonica. Sophora japonica rice is steamed with rice mixed with Sophora japonica.

eat salty food and pour it with sesame oil, garlic paste and mature vinegar; Eat sweet, sprinkle with fried sesame seeds and mix with Sophora japonica honey. When the children leave, the children in Huaixiang will also give him a big bag of steamed and dried Sophora japonica, plus a small jar of fresh honey of clear Sophora japonica.

in may, acacia blossoms, and the little girls in Huaixiang become more handsome. They wear Sophora japonica flowers in their skirts and braids, and wherever they float, there will be a fragrance. What about the little boy? The pocket of his pajamas is filled with Sophora japonica, and the one in his hand is Sophora japonica.

They are careless. They put a handful in their mouths from time to time. My Sweetie is delicious. It's really delicious. May is the season when the flowers of Sophora japonica are fragrant, and it is also the season for children in Huaixiang.

Note: May in Huaixiang is really beautiful! Children in Huaixiang love beauty and are hardworking. 7. How to write a big homework essay in the beautiful hometown composition in the second volume of the third grade

There are countless willows, cypresses and locust trees in Qili Village in northern Shaanxi, China. Hundreds of miles together, like a green ocean.

In spring, the trees sprout green buds. Look east and look west. The snow on the mountain melts, and the snow water flows in a stream. The 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 rose from the valley and the whole village was immersed in milky fog.

In autumn, the leaves of willows and pagodas turn yellow, and Grandpa Pine still wears his green robe, which makes him look even greener. Autumn wind is blowing, and fallen leaves are flying in the forest.

in winter, snowflakes are flying 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 big garden and a huge treasure house with people all year round. 8. I love the food in my hometown

I love the shortbread ham, shortbread and bullfighting in my hometown, which can be called the three wonders of Jinhua. Now, the center of shortbread industry is in the "Xinxin Shortbread Shop" in Jinhua. Its predecessor was Du Yongyu Shortbread Shop, which had been in Jinya for 21 years. My grandfather was the originator of its opening. Shortbread is famous for its crisp but not hard, fragrant but not greasy, and salty and light. It is said that its production originated from Jinzhou (Cash China) in Zhejiang 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 wipe the oil, so that it rolled up and down, and 3- 3 pieces of flour were layered. The biscuit maker was reluctant to throw it away, so he put it in the oven and baked it. Suddenly, the dough swelled up, and it was crispy and delicious. This is the embryonic form of shortbread. Later, some people filled it with pickles and fat meat stuffing, so the shortbread, which is famous at home and abroad, was born. The year before last, at the unanimous invitation of people in the pastry industry, Grandpa promised to spread the art for the "Xinxin pastry shop" and take a group of apprentices to make pastry, regardless of his age. Once, I went to see my grandfather make shortbread.

I saw grandpa bow his back, mix the flour, bend his palm backwards, flatten the dough with the root of his palm, thin the dough with a stick, grab a palm brush, and spread the dough with ghee three or five times. After finishing this job, grandpa, who is over 71 years old, is already out of breath. But it didn't affect his agility at all: he quickly rolled up, flattened and oiled the dough covered with ghee.' It didn't take long for this to happen. Grandpa painted the dough 41 times in the oil factory, which means that the dough has at least 41 layers. According to grandpa, there are only 21 Lin cakes sold in the street now. Then, grandpa picked up a knife and grasped the back of the knife, three times and five times. Grandpa folded the stuffed shortbread in his hand, and only lined it up in front of him, with neat rows of shortbread. Grandpa grabbed a handful of sesame seeds, folded his hands and rubbed them on the top of the cake. Immediately, sesame seeds like small pearls were evenly stuck on the cake surface.

At this time, someone else put the shortbread into the oven for baking. I helped my grandfather to sit down and have a rest. After only an hour, the shortbread was cooked, and the apprentices rushed to try it first, but they were all stopped. I was the only one who went without stopping. It turns out that there is a rule in the shortbread industry that a batch of phenolic cakes is baked, and it should be tasted according to generations, because I gave it to grandpa. I sold my grandfather's light and took a crisp bite to talk about it. At this time, the shortbread was hot and soft, although the shell was not crisp, which did not weaken its delicacy at all: the fat inside was oiled in Hwa-Sung Do and infiltrated into pickles, which made it look shiny and delicious. I ate one after another, and my belly swelled. Under the guidance of grandpa, the apprentices also tried to make a stove. When I tasted it, it tasted almost the same as grandpa's, and I really admired them. Grandpa grunted softly, too. I didn't catch what he said, but I knew he was saying: Jinhua shortbread industry has a successor. Now, at the age of 11, grandpa has completely invested his hopes in a new generation of shortbread makers. 9. The composition describing Sophora japonica is fast < P > May, and the sky is clean and thorough; The wind is warm and soft; Rain, floating fine and affectionate.

in may, the Sophora japonica blooms! There is no dancing snow on airs, and there is no poetic dance of autumn wind, so it opens quietly and soundlessly, and a series of small petals wrapped tightly with pale blue stalks are white and shy, and faint fragrance is scattered. Sophora japonica blooms at the end of the street.

At this time of year, there will be the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers all over the trees, which will make the whole street fragrant. If you stand under the Sophora japonica trees when it rains, the rain will also become My Sweetie. Those white flowers are clustered and clustered, hanging high on the branches, and some of them are open.

In the past few years, people were always picking Sophora japonica flowers with long and short poles. In recent years, no one has picked them, and more people are like me who stay under the tree and smell the fragrance. In this city, in the buildings lined with steel bars, there is still such a natural fragrance to smell, for those of us who come and go in a hurry every day and rush for our lives.