1. How to write an essay describing fruit trees

The mango tree in the school

Our school is full of life all year round, with green trees everywhere and flowers in bloom. There are some amazing mango trees next to the spacious playground.

In spring, there is a drizzle from time to time, and the mango tree stretches out its slender branches and leaves, sucking the nectar of spring like a greedy baby sucking milk. After the spring rain, the branches of the mango tree were covered with small yellow flowers, which was very beautiful.

In summer, the flowers gradually fall, and the mango trees are covered with small green mangoes. The sun burned the earth like fire, and the lush mango tree was like an open green umbrella. We played, chatted, and rested under its green shade, and felt extremely cool.

Unknowingly, Miss Qiu came with her footsteps. On the mango tree full of fruits, the mangoes were big and yellow, and the fruity fragrance came to the nostrils. When the autumn wind blows, the withered and yellow leaves of other trees fly all over the sky, dancing freely in the air like butterflies, but the mango tree is still so tall and green.

In winter, the mango tree has not changed its green and lush appearance at all. It stays with us every day and guards our campus. 2. How to write an essay about the orchard in my hometown

My hometown is in Taishan. There is a big orchard. It has beautiful scenery and rich products. It is a lovely place.

In spring, the fruit trees bloom. Apple flowers, pear flowers, banana flowers, mango flowers... are all blooming, red, purple, blue, yellow, white... colorful and extremely beautiful. Look, they are smiling at me, and there is a fragrance from time to time.

In summer, the fruit trees grow lushly. Dense layers of branches and leaves wrapped the orchard tightly, covering the blue sky and blocking people's sight. People were enjoying the cool air, playing chess, and swinging in the orchard. There were bursts of laughter from time to time, and it was very lively.

In autumn, the fruits are ripe. Apples, pears, bananas, pomegranates, peaches... are all ripe. The apples are red, like the red cheeks of children, the pears are yellow, like red lanterns hanging on the trees, the bananas are like boats and the moon, the pomegranates are sweet, and the peaches are sour. The fruit farmers smiled and sang a harvest song while picking fruits. My feet are often attracted by the scent.

In winter, the fruit trees are bare. There are no leaves, and only a few eagles are parked on the fruit trees, motionless, forming a static and beautiful painting.

Ah! The orchards in my hometown are so beautiful and charming! I love the orchards in my hometown. 3. How to write a piece of paper about going to the orchard to pick apples

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the autumn breeze is refreshing, the cotton is white, and the apples are red... The season has entered a mature season, and we are ushering in another It’s a happy October...

Early on Sunday morning, my mother woke me up and we were going to my aunt’s house to help pick apples. As soon as we entered the orchard, there was a joyful scene: the farmers were running in and out, and some of the blushing apples were hidden under the leaves, and some were hanging high on the branches, as if they were showing off to people. Its style. I went straight to a fruit tree, picked up the scissors and started cutting. My mother hurriedly ran over and said, "Don't damage the apples. Don't leave the handle too long, and don't drop the apples on the ground." I carefully cut it as my mother told me, but I either poked an eye out of the apple or dropped it on the ground. An hour passed, and I saw that my aunt had picked several baskets, but I hadn't even filled the bottom of the basket. I finally finished pruning the lower part of a fruit tree. I moved a stool and prepared to prune the upper part of the apples. But who would have thought that when I went up just now, I fell down because I didn't stand firm, and more than half of the apples on the tree were lost. I crushed it, and I was so angry that I sat on the ground and stopped picking it. My mother came over and said, "Come on, I'll teach you." I saw my mother coming to a tree, holding the apple with one hand and using scissors with the other. Cut fruit handles. This doesn't break Apple and is very convenient. I also cut it using this method, but after a while, my neck became tired and sore, and my legs became numb from standing. Seeing that my mother and aunt were still picking, I persisted.

Only then did I understand the hard work of the farmers. "It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat dripped down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate was hard work." 4. Writing about the orchard in my hometown

My hometown is in Pucheng, where the scenery is beautiful. The best scenery is the orchard in my hometown.

Every year in February and March, the peach trees are covered with beautiful flowers. The pink peach blossoms and yellow stamens bloom so sweetly and beautifully. The tender leaves support the pink peach blossoms. Flowers and peach trees are like a sea of ??trees. Apple blossoms also bloom in April and May. The pink and white flowers look a little shy on their tender faces. The thick brown tree trunks, and the embellishment of flowers and plants, make the apple tree look like a colorful tree.

There had just been a few drizzles, and the dewdrops rolling around on the flowers looked like naughty pearls. Suddenly, the peach and apple blossoms exuded a fragrant and charming fragrance. The fragrance attracts butterflies, which adds beauty to the flowers. It unfolds its graceful dance in the fruit trees and dances. The industrious little bees also come quickly, carrying small baskets to collect nectar, adding beauty to the flowers. Lots of life. This beautiful scene seems like a fairyland, and it also seems like a beautiful large living painting. So beautiful!

In autumn, the orchards are full of fruits, red apples, yellow pears... bursts of fruity fragrance waft from the orchard to the noses of people in the distance, salivating, and floating to the people passing by. The persimmons are as red as lanterns, the pears are as bright as fireflies, and the apples are like little sisters' faces. A breeze blows the fragrance and scatters it everywhere, making it even more beautiful.

I love my hometown, and I love the orchards in my hometown even more.

In spring, the fruit trees have just sprouted. From a distance, they look like a sea of ??green. If you are close, you will smell a refreshing fragrance!

Summer is coming quietly, and the fruit trees are also growing. Look, the fruits have turned green, how like green pearls!

Autumn is here, and the fruits in the orchard are ripe, turning red, and smelling sweet. Farmers all came to pick fruits, and of course I was no exception.

I picked a big, red fruit and tasted it. It felt crispy, sweet, and delicious!

Winter has arrived unknowingly. At this time, the orchard is already white with snow, and the birds are singing happily on the branches. The sound is so beautiful!

I love my hometown, and even more, my orchard, which is never the same all year round! ! ! !

Please accept. 5. How to write an essay on the topic of orange trees in the orchard

Autumn is like a colorful paint. She gives the yellow color to the ginkgo - the yellow ginkgo leaves are like small fans. Gone is the heat of summer; she gave the red color to the maple trees - the red maple leaves dress up autumn; the orange-red color is for the fruit trees. You squeeze the oranges and persimmons, and call people to pick them. ! So, my family and I went to Changxing Island to enjoy orange blossoms.

"We're here, we're here!" Following our mother's cry, we rushed into the orange grove. I saw that the orange branches were densely leafy and full of fruits, and many branches were hanging down to the ground. We had no choice but to walk with our backs bent.

You see, every orange tree shows off its prime in the breeze, and every orange shows its joy on the branches. Some oranges have their "faces" facing the sky, like generals who have won a battle, looking very arrogant.

Some oranges are close together, shining with attractive light, making the branches bend down and hang to the ground. Some profiles look like shy girls, with a "green gauze" half covering their "face", smiling secretly.

Looking at these small lantern-like oranges and smelling the fragrance of oranges, I reached out and picked an orange, and couldn’t wait to peel off the orange-red skin, only to see pieces of orange like crescent moons. When they are together, they look very intimate. I broke off a piece and bit a small hole, and the sweet orange juice flowed into my mouth, squeezed between my teeth, and then flowed along the tip of my tongue and was sweet to my heart.

"It tastes really good!" I couldn't stop praising it. Suddenly, from the gap between the orange trees, they saw orange farmers busy picking oranges. Sweat flowed down their cheeks, but laughter was written on the corners of their mouths and eyebrows.

I trotted over to help them pick oranges. After a while, my whole body was soaked with sweat, and my little hands made cuts. But looking at the baskets of oranges being loaded onto the car, I couldn’t help laughing. Ears from ear to ear. This is what I learned about hard work and harvest.

6. How to write a composition about several people picking fruits from a fruit tree

Last winter, my father drove, my mother and I sat in the back, and we went to the orchard to pick fruits together.

When we drove to an intersection, we found that there were two ways to go. I was stunned and thought: What can I do? There was no one at the intersection. I was nervous and scared. At this time, I found a sign next to it that said: Take the first road to the countryside, and the second road to the orchard. I was so excited that I pointed to the sign and said to my father, "Look, Dad, it says go to the orchard and take the second road." Dad said, "You are such a smart boy!" As we said that, we walked to the second road. Walk along the way. It's true that "there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers." Ah!

When we arrived at the orchard and were about to pick fruits, I was so excited. However, an uncle came next to him and said, "Hello, customers! Do you want to pick fruits here? It costs 1 yuan per catty." I asked puzzledly: "Do you also charge money for picking fruits?" My mother said: "Just take it, it's quite cheap anyway." I had no choice but to agree.

We came to the orchard and found that every fruit tree was full of fruit. I thought: Such a big fruit would taste so delicious! My mouth is watering just thinking about it. However, the fruit trees grow so high, how can they reach them? I had an idea, smiled and thought: I can do it just by jumping a few times. So I jumped higher and higher every time. However, no matter how I dance, I always miss a little. I was so disappointed. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and I thought: Just use a long wooden stick to knock the fruit off! So I took action. However, no matter how much I looked for it, I couldn't find a stick that long. I was disappointed! Looking at the tree, I remembered the scene in "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" I watched last year, where the Big Big Wolf crashed into the tree trunk, and a lot of durians fell from the tree. So I thought again: I can shake the tree and let the fruit fall by itself. However, because the trunk is too thick, I can't shake it with such little strength. I am completely desperate! At this time, I saw my father picking a fruit on tiptoe. I called my father over. As he picked one, I picked them up next to him one by one. I was very happy.

That day, we picked fourteen kilograms of fruit in one day and went back. After I got home, I told my grandparents what happened today vividly. They said: "Then you should grow up quickly. When you are as tall as your father, you can pick fruits by yourself." I smiled shyly 7. How to write a piece of paper about picking apples in the orchard

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the autumn breeze is refreshing, the cotton is white, and the apples are red... The season has entered a mature season, and we ushered in a festive October... Early on Sunday morning, my mother Wake me up and we're going to go to my aunt's house to help pick apples.

As soon as I entered the orchard, there was a joyful scene: the farmers were running in and out, and some of the blushing apples were hidden under the leaves, and some were hanging high on the branches. The head seems to be showing off its elegance to people. I went straight to a fruit tree, picked up the scissors and started cutting. My mother hurriedly ran over and said, "Don't damage the apples. Don't leave the handle too long, and don't drop the apples on the ground."

I carefully cut it as my mother told me, but I either poked an eye out of the apple or dropped it on the ground. An hour passed, and I saw that my aunt had picked several baskets, but I hadn't even filled the bottom of the basket.

I finally finished cutting the lower half of a fruit tree. I moved a stool to cut the upper half of the apples. But who would have thought that when I got up just now, I lost my footing and fell down. Most of the apples fell down. I crushed all the apples on the apple tree. I was so angry that I sat on the ground and stopped picking. My mother came over and said, "Come on, let me teach you." I saw my mother coming to a tree and holding it with one hand. Use scissors to cut the handle of the apple with the other hand.

This does not destroy Apple and is very convenient. I also cut it using this method, but after a while, my neck became tired and sore, and my legs became numb from standing. Seeing that my mother and aunt were still picking, I persisted.

Only then did I understand the hard work of the farmers. "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal on the plate has been worked hard.". 8. How to write a 300-word essay for the third grade about the orchard in my hometown

My hometown is in the countryside of northern Jiangsu. It is a land of plenty, with clear river water, fresh air, sweet corn, and golden rice.

The most unforgettable thing for me is the large orchard where various fruits are grown. As soon as I walked into the orchard, I saw strong fruit trees arranged neatly.

The apple tree is full of big, red apples. The red apples are like the smiling faces of children, swaying gently in the breeze. The red apples looked so tempting. My friends and I couldn't help but pick one and taste it. The apple was so fragrant and sweet! On the pear tree, the branches are covered with golden pears, like gourds covered with gold.

Going under the grape trellis, the bunches of grapes look like big purple pearls. Each pomegranate grinned widely.

The persimmon tree is covered with fruits that look like small red lanterns. Farmers came to the orchard with baskets to pick fruits. This was also my happiest time. I could eat all kinds of fruits, help adults pick them, and play in the orchard with my friends.

I love the orchards in my hometown! The orchard in my hometown My hometown has beautiful scenery and rich products. There are many beautiful places: there are parks and vegetable gardens... But I like the orchard in my hometown the most. Sister Qiu took her magic key, came to the orchard, and opened the strong door.

You see, the red apples are swinging on the tree like children, and they are having so much fun; we only focus on looking at the apples, and the pomegranate sister is angry, look at how cute she looks when she is angry; Agate-like grapes hang in bunches on the vines; oh, the sweetness of the pears quickly attracted us to her. Look at how tender her skin is, so tender that juice can flow out when pinched... I stood Under the pear tree, my feet were already tightly hooked by the big, yellow, sweet pear. The children all came to the orchard to be "guests". The little sister picked a bunch of grapes and tied the reddest two on her head, like a little princess.

The naughty little boy picked an apple and played with another little boy. You threw it to me and I threw it to you. Sister Qiu looked at them and couldn't help but smile.

The orchard in my hometown is so beautiful! I love my hometown, and I love the orchards in my hometown even more. The Orchard in My Hometown My hometown is in Qingyuan, and there is a big orchard there.

There are many fruit trees in the orchard, including orange trees, apple trees, pear trees, longan trees... The orange trees are full of oranges, which are golden and attractive. The apples are big, sweet, fragrant, crisp, and delicious.

The pears swayed like playful children, and longan strings hung all over the branches. There are also grape vines, with bunches of crystal clear grapes hanging on them, like bunches of precious pearls.

I really want to go back to my hometown often to taste the big and sweet fruit. The orchard in my hometown My hometown is in Pucheng, where the scenery is beautiful. The best scenery is the orchard in my hometown.

Every February and March, the peach trees are covered with beautiful flowers. The pink peach blossoms and yellow stamens bloom so sweetly and beautifully. The tender leaves support the pink peach blossoms. Flowers and peach trees are like a sea of ??trees. Apple blossoms also bloom in April and May. The pink and white flowers look a little shy on their tender faces. The thick brown tree trunks, and the embellishment of flowers and plants, make the apple tree look like a colorful tree.

There had just been a few drizzles, and the dewdrops rolling around on the flowers looked like naughty pearls. Suddenly, the peach and apple blossoms exuded a fragrant and charming fragrance. The fragrance attracts butterflies, which adds beauty to the flowers. It unfolds its graceful dance in the fruit trees and dances. The industrious little bees also come quickly, carrying small baskets to collect nectar, adding beauty to the flowers. Lots of life. This beautiful scene seems like a fairyland, and it also seems like a beautiful large living painting.

So beautiful! In autumn, the orchard is full of fruits, red apples, yellow pears... bursts of fruity fragrance float from the orchard to the noses of people in the distance, making them salivate, and float to the noses of people passing by, just like... Swallowing the dates, wolfing them down with big mouthfuls, the persimmons were as red as lanterns, the pears were as bright as fireflies, and the apples were like my little sister’s face. A breeze blew the fragrance and spread it everywhere, making it even more beautiful. I love my hometown, and I love the orchards in my hometown even more.

The orchard in my hometown There is a unique landscape orchard in my hometown. There are many fruit trees in my hometown, and people live by planting fruit trees. Almost every household has an orchard.

Every spring, the orchard is filled with red, white, and yellow flowers, like weaving a beautiful big garland for the village. So beautiful.

A gust of breeze blows, and the faint fragrance of flowers blows towards you. Whether you are a car or a pedestrian passing by, you will slow down and be intoxicated by this sea of ??flowers. After a summer rain, the petals on the branches are flying happily, ah! What a rain of petals! The ground was covered with layers of petals, and no one could bear to destroy the carpet of petals.

The petals have fallen, but the branches are not lonely. You see, the flower branches have begun to bear small fruits, tender and green, like young dolls. The howling autumn wind has blown away all these flowers, plants and trees. Although it is time for them to say goodbye to us, we will never forget the beautiful scenery they left us.

We can go to the fields to find harvests. Look, a piece of golden rice is like a golden ocean. The breeze blows, and one wave rises after another. The yellow corn squeezed through the coat, trying hard to expose the head.

The children were not idle either. They secretly ran to the orchard to pick fruits to eat. After a snowfall, the orchard turned into a silver castle. The snowflakes made the fruit trees look very beautiful and cute. With this thick layer of cotton coat, the fruit trees would not feel cold.

Children also like to chase in the orchard, have snowball fights, build snowmen, and the more naughty little chubby children shake the snow from the trees, and the snow from the trees falls on the children's heads. , clothes, and some even got into the children's necks, but they didn't feel cold because they had a hot and warm heart. The orchard in my hometown is so beautiful! My hometown is in the countryside. Don’t underestimate my hometown. There is a large orchard there. It is picturesque all year round and is extremely beautiful.

In spring, Grandpa Earth gets up. He uses magic to turn the plants green and calls spring back. Swallows fly in groups to the orchard, chirping, as if to say:. 9. Composition: Fruit trees on campus

[Composition: Fruit trees on campus] Today, when I was playing with my classmates at the North Gate, I suddenly found a lot of fruits hanging on the fruit trees on campus. Composition: Fruit trees on campus. (I have never noticed so many fruits before.) Among them, three trees are particularly eye-catching. The first fruit tree bears small peaches, small, emerald green, like big diamonds; The fruit tree is a hawthorn, green, much smaller than a peach; the third fruit tree is a persimmon tree, earthy yellow, as big as an egg. I really want to touch those beautiful fruits, but unfortunately those fruits are not ripe yet. There are also red date trees, apple trees, and pear trees on the campus. There are so many fruit trees. The teacher said that when the fruits on campus are ripe, we will hold a picking festival.

I had a lot of fun. Looking at the heavy fruits hanging on the fruit trees, I really wanted to pick them all and take a big bite.

Grade 2: Zihaishan