1. The sentence describing edamame (1) The edamame leaves that have been dragged to the fence have exposed their yellow leaves, and the small yellow flowers are fluttering in the cool autumn wind. These scenes are most likely to arouse people's Qiu Si.

(2) Then, let's pick the hairy pods. My pods and poles are really lush! It is more than one meter high, and each plant has more than ten branches, and each branch is covered with hairy pods from top to bottom.

I reached out and grabbed it, then pulled it hard, and five or six furry pods fell into my palm. They are all strong and full of grain. So, my mother and I opened the bow left and right, one left and one right, one for you and one for me.

Soon, our bags were full of furry pods. (3) There are green cardamom beans along the straight cement road, willow trees shake their long braids, pieces of poplar trees dance in the evening breeze, and countless insects sing among the green leaves, as if welcoming everyone to the beautiful Binjiang Forest Park.

(4) The weather is getting colder and colder, and the edamame leaves reaching the fence have turned yellow. Small white wild chrysanthemums have emerged from the haystack in clumps, and small yellow flowers are shivering in the cool autumn wind.

2. The composition about beautiful scenery contains good words and sentences exceeding 250 words. Today, my mother bought a catty of edamame for me to peel.

I opened the bag containing edamame, and saw that edamame was in the shape of a moon bud, but it was fat and thin, like and not like. When I touch edamame, there is a lot of hair on my hands.

I started peeling it. I saw that there were so many, so I had to peel them slowly. The composition in the third grade of primary school is "Composition-Peeling Soybeans". I picked up a edamame first, made a small mouth on its tail with my nails, and then peeled it off. I saw fat beans, just like chubby children.

Then I put the edamame in the basket, but I threw the edamame shell into the trash can. I peeled it slowly like this, and some of it was broken.

After peeling for a while, my fingernails felt a little painful, so I thought of a way to crush edamame with my fingers and peel it again. After a long time, the edamame was finally peeled, and the basket was very big, which looked only a little, but in fact it had been peeled a lot.

I looked at the green edamame, and my heart was full of joy, sweet as honey. I washed the edamame again and saved it for my mother to cook.

When the edamame is ripe, it can also be used to beat soybean milk and fry oil ... and it will help my mother peel edamame in the future, because there will be gains from work.

3. What a sentence describing flowers and plants, what a paragraph, Wisteria Falls, Zong Pu, I can't help but stop.

I have never seen such a blooming vine. I saw a lavender falling from the sky like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water.

A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun. Here, the spring red has faded, no one appreciates the flowers, no butterflies surround the bees, and some are sparkling and blooming vines of this tree.

Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively! "I have blossomed!" They are laughing. "I have blossomed!" They shouted.

Every spike is in full bloom at the top and waiting to be released at the bottom. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud.

Every blooming flower is like a small full sail with a sharp bottom. The cabin is bulging, like a smile that can't help laughing.

What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one. But I didn't pick it.

I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart.

Flowing, taking away the anxiety and pain that are directly pressing on my heart, which is the mystery of life and death and brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only spiritual peace and joy of life.

In addition to the brilliance here, there is also a faint fragrance. The fragrance seems to be lavender, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were always sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something.

Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted.

At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption. I once thought regretfully: There are no vines here.

After so many years, the vines have blossomed again, and they are so full and dense. The Purple Waterfall Project is covered with dense branches like Wolong, which keeps flowing, flowing and flowing to people's hearts. Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless.

I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.

In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace. ? Si= 1 cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is quieter.

-"If you enter Xi" is the best fragrance in the world, boasting the beauty of a Chinese odyssey. Peony flowers, wildfires have never exhausted them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze.

The ancient road that invaded from a distance reached the crumbling city gate. -"Farewell to Ancient Grass" Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peep, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..

-"Looking at the Moon" The stars fall from the clearing, and the moon rushes up the river. -"One Night Abroad" Maodian moonlit, Banqiao frost deserted.

-"Good Morning Walk" The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls into the yen. -"Climbing to the Top" ★ Climbing up among the cypresses is really quiet. The air is full of the bitter taste of cypress leaves, as if surrounded by the incense of Qionglou Xiange.

★ The round buds on the French sycamore tree have spread out like lavender horns. ★ In the warm wind of early spring, the sky is full of fluffy yellow flying flowers of buttonwood trees, like strange snowflakes falling in the sky.

★ The tall banyan tree has numerous air roots, like the braids of Uighur girls. ★ The thriving old banyan trees are hung with fluffy beards, like several old people in the dragon bell, lazily huddled together for a nap.

★ The air roots of this big banyan tree hang down from the trunk more than 20 feet high and plunge into the ground. 30 to 50 pieces vary in thickness, making a huge harp. ★ The roots of the ancient banyan tree are like dragons, and the skin is like cracked rocks, like a centenarian, stroking its long beard.

★ There is an ancient pagoda tree in the yard, with many knots and bumps, just like a bony old man. ★ An old locust tree in the corner of the yard did not move, and the messy dead branches seemed to throw a fishing net into the sky.

★ The spring wind blows gently, and the drizzle moistens quietly. The brown buds on the elm tree turned into soft yellow-green round coins. ★ The trunk of the old elm is thick, and the bark splits together, like a large fish scale.

★ This old elm tree, in this endless sand sea, is like a kind old man, holding a huge green umbrella high, sheltering pedestrians from the wind and rain and the sun. ★ Willows hang weakly, as if to get into the ground to avoid the hot sun.

★ Several rows of rotten willows hang down like hair, stripped their leaves and swaying in the cold wind. ★ The branches of willow trees have sprouted yellow buds, which are like the small mouths of chickens.

★ The drizzle is like dust, and the willows by the lake are dripping with crystal water, like the hair of a girl who has just taken a bath. The willows on both sides of the dam, some like white-haired old people, some like girls with long hair shawls, are long dams, which are separated into a corridor with beaded curtains.

★ A line of willows is half immersed in the water, as if a group of girls lifted their skirts and stood in the moonlight washing their long hair. ★ The willows hang down their slender and soft branches freely, just like a girl who has just washed her hair without braiding her long hair.

★ Rain and fog swirl on the willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl stroking the strings, and like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves. ★ The willows on both sides of the river changed from light green to dark green, swaying new soft branches and reflecting them on the river, which made the river dyed green, as if an emerald river was running eastward.

★ Losing the scaly bark crisscrossed by green willows is like wrinkles on the face of a silent old man. ★ When you walk on the road, the flying sheep often surround you from left to right, or touch your clothes or face, and they are entangled.

This will remind people of the ancient poem "Wild geese fly with love" ★ The birch forest is like a group of slim girls dressed in white.

★ The birch forest in front is like a group of cranes standing on one leg. ★ Little birch tree outside the window, Tingting.

4. What are some good words and sentences about "one bean and five beans"? Andersen wrote:

There is a pod with five peas in it. They are all green, so they think the whole world is green. That's exactly what happened. The pods are growing, and so are the beans. They sit in a row according to their position in the family. The sunshine outside makes Dou Ying sleep soundly, and the rain makes it transparent. It is warm and comfortable here. It's bright during the day and dark at night. This is an inevitable law. Peas sit there longer and bigger, and at the same time they become more and more thoughtful because they have to do something.

This is a pea world, a small universe. Andersen is very sure of such a small universe. He knows all the feelings a bean may have.

A blooming pink pea flower and a little girl with the light of life in her eyes form a beautiful window sill impression. When the little girl crossed a pair of small hands on the pea flower and thanked God, the little girl bloomed like a flower, which was the most beautiful sight in the world.

A pea has established a cordial connection with a sick child. This connection is so warm and inspiring that we believe that the miracle of life is not far away.

This reflects Andersen's meticulous care for the soul. From flowers to people, Andersen described the harmony and echo of the mind to nature. A trivial pea flower is not only a beautiful scenery, but also an important revelation of life. This is a fresh story, as fresh as the rising sun shining on the first drop of dew in the new layer. This story is about peas. Except Andersen, no one has paid attention to the feelings of a pea family.

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