In life, work and study, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. So how is a general composition written? Below is a collection of essays about remembering the bamboo forest that I collected for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Recalling the Bamboo Forest Composition 1
As soon as I taste the fresh bamboo shoots in the pickled vegetables, I will think of the bamboo forest in front of my grandma’s house in the countryside.
Spring is here, the time when all things come to life, and the bamboo forest is green. Not to be outdone, Chun Bamboo cautiously stuck its head out. My grandma and I went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots with a small shovel in hand. Thick bamboo leaves cover the soil surface, and you can find the slightly raised tips of the bamboo shoots. I carefully imitated my grandma's movements. I first peeled away the dead leaves around the bamboo shoots, dug out a circle of soil with a small shovel, then pressed against the roots of the bamboo shoots, shoveled hard, and with a click, I dug out the bamboo shoots. Look, , there is still some yellow mud on the coat of the small bamboo shoots, they are fresh!
I dug more and more vigorously, and I wanted to dig up all the bamboo shoots. Grandma stopped me and finally left a few diseased seedlings. No, after a while, the bamboo shoots absorbed the moisture of the rain, and began to stand out and quickly jump up, catching up from behind, no different from the other strong bamboo shoots.
In the midsummer season of July and August, the young bamboo shoots have already grown into new bamboos. The pointed and thin bamboo leaves form a green shade at the top of the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest becomes a cool world. The strong sunlight has nothing to do at this moment, and it can only barely shine through a few strands of faint light from a large cluster of green shades. My friends and I stole some lengths of rope from home and tied them tightly to thicker bamboos to make swings, swinging and swinging. Grandma shook a big cattail leaf fan and told us stories. We listened carefully and looked up to count the stars that were vaguely visible in the bamboo leaves. They were blinking playfully, where our future dreams were hidden.
The bamboo forest in autumn has a unique flavor. The bamboo leaves began to change color, turning green and yellow, and the bamboo forest seemed to have lost its previous color. My friends and I were playing hide-and-seek in the bamboo forest. This is a game we often played in childhood. With the countdown, we quickly sneaked into the battlefield. I hid around, trying my best to escape the eyes of my friends. Oh! Occasionally, I would find a few eggs in the deciduous leaves, because my grandma’s disobedient hen always liked to lay eggs in the bamboo forest. I felt like I had found a treasure and went home happily holding the eggs I picked up.
The bamboo forest in winter is full of poetry. The flying snowflakes gradually piled up on the forest tips, bending the bamboos. My friends and I broke into the bamboo forest, held the winter bamboo and shook it vigorously. With a crash, the rustling snowflakes fell down like a goddess scattering flowers and slipped into our necks. It was cool and our giggles echoed in the bamboo forest. Voice. The outside of the bamboo forest was covered with snow. My friends and I picked up the white snow from outside, kneaded it into snow balls, had snowball fights, and built snowmen. The quiet bamboo forest suddenly became lively.
The bamboo forest that was once a paradise has now disappeared, but the memory of joy in my heart can never be erased. Recalling the Bamboo Forest Composition 2
As soon as I taste the fresh bamboo shoots, I think of the bamboo forest in front of my grandma's house in the countryside.
Spring is here, when everything comes to life. The bamboo forest is full of green and colorful. Not to be outdone, Chun Bamboo cautiously stuck its head out. My grandma and I used a small shovel to dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Thick bamboo leaves cover the soil surface, and slightly raised bamboo shoots are found. I studied grandma's movements carefully. I first opened the dead leaves around the bamboo shoots, dug out a circle of soil with a small shovel, and then pressed against the roots of the bamboo shoots. I used a hard shovel and dug out the bamboo shoots with a click. Look, the outer skin of the small bamboo shoots is still fresh and has some yellow mud.
I dug harder and harder, trying to dig out all the bamboo shoots. My grandma stopped me and ended up leaving a few diseased seedlings. No, after a while, the bamboo shoots absorbed the rainwater, moistened themselves, and began to rise rapidly. They come from the back and are no different from other strong bamboo shoots.
In the midsummer season of July and August, the young bamboo shoots have grown into new bamboo, and the thin bamboo leaves have become a green shade at the top of the bamboo forest, turning it into a cool world. The strong sunlight was powerless at the moment, but it could barely filter through the faint light emitted by a large expanse of green plants. My friends and I stole some ropes from home, tied them tightly to the thick bamboo, swung around, swayed, and composed music... Grandma shook a big cattail fan and told us stories. We listened carefully and looked up to count the stars that were faintly visible on the bamboo leaves. With their playful wink, our future dreams are hidden there.
The bamboo forest in autumn has a unique flavor. The bamboo leaves began to change color, turning green and yellow, and the bamboo forest seemed to have lost its previous color. My friend and I were playing hide and seek in the bamboo forest. This is a game we often played when we were children. With the countdown, we quickly dive into the battlefield. I try my best to escape from my friends. oh! Occasionally, a few eggs will be found in the deciduous trees, because my grandma’s disobedient hens always like to lay eggs in the bamboo forest. As a baby, I went home happily with the eggs I found.
The bamboo forest in winter is full of poetry. The flying snowflakes gradually accumulated on the top of the forest, bending the bamboos. My friends and I broke into the bamboo forest, shaking the winter bamboos, and splashing water. The rustle of snowflakes fell like loose flowers and slid into our necks. The weather was cool and the bamboo forest echoed with our laughter. The bamboo forest is covered with silver. My friends and I picked up the white snow from outside, rolled it into snowballs, had snowball fights, and made snowmen. The quiet bamboo forest suddenly became lively.
The once paradise bamboo forest has disappeared, but the beautiful memories in my heart will never be erased.