小学记一次植树节英语作文

 　记一次植树节英语作文篇一： 　　I never thought of before, his heart if there is a gigantic tree to support me, like green Weng Weng covered the sky of my life. But I often think of hometown that full mountain tree, a tree a tree standing on a steaming hot land. Load, every year from generation to generation. Over time, with the old days. 　　Father always told me, to live like the trees on the hill. I didn't understand this sentence in the connotation of the hidden, just whenever mindfully, staring at a tree, some of the things I will find a tree in my veins, so I have a running ahead of impulse, never stop. Even has no purpose, no direction. This kind of feeling as if validation me this for more than a decade of life, is always a clueless, no purpose, no direction. Over the years, I forget just how much they came over, come to the tree may be looking at. I never forget my father said to me to live like the trees on the hill, I searched his wisdom for the words in the meaning, searching for the tree body hidden secret. 　　Childhood is pure blue sky and white clouds make it become very bright. The birds flash across the roof, the sound of flapping wing ringing pleasing to the ear. In that day, our family moved, but what happened afterwards completely unexpected. Like TV fell down turns in the story, but in reality. Come back later, my father into the wasteland and planted rows of trees, the trees swaying in the wind frail body. My father said, to dig deep pit, the soil plug tightly. Roots and leafy, zhuang soil to full branches. I looked up still pure blue sky, the tears rolling down from her cheeks. 　　The wind was blowing the night, my heart suddenly tightened. I turn up, silently watching water spouted flow on the roof. The next day that those planted sapling proud straight body, the green leaf stubbornly looking at the blue sky. At this point. I begin to understand some of the so-called life, the so-called life. Later I and dad are always ups and downs, mishaps, again and again fall, climb up again and again, never yielding, never give up. As the storm Angle wings across the petrel, never retreat, never complains, as if that is the whole meaning of life. In the years of wind and rain, dad more vicissitudes of life, and I become more mature and steady. 　　Year after year, has long had planted tree very high very thick. Leaves and green healthy and strong, in raising its land in a small woods deeply. Have a father with rough hand stroked the rough bark, with deep eyes looked at me and said, it has grown, you are taller. Between my heart suddenly feel shock, thinking of what my father said: to live like the trees on the hill. I like a tree? I also use hand to touch the bark, some feel warm in boiling liquid. Feel the tree rings are in turn in the form of a fever. 　　I like a tree? No one can answer, including me. I was busy showing who remained humble posture, with a pair of weeping eyes chi of the world. I finally found out why I had an expression of weakness in the face of a setback. In a quiet moment, I will slowly counted zero zero total total in the liuxue86 past. Ted put happy beads in the sun, let it send out a charming fragrance; Buried the troubles the ball in the tree roots and let it become the nutrition of trees grow up after decomposition. 　　Nature is the cradle of mankind, and the green is the color of nature, is the hope of the precious! It is a life, it is the hope, it is the power, it is a comfort, it is a joy! 　　I send you each grain seed, you let them take numerous and leafy, I grant you sings saplings, you make them green. Only love the motherland and human truly understand love green, only start from the front of love every inch of people, to love the motherland's landscapes. Teenagers love each green leaf, and we love each grass, a flower by each. Protect the environment, greening the campus, let the green life activation we love life, do the motherland beautiful builder.