Write a composition of about 350 words about plants.

If someone asks me, "What kind of plants do you like best in the world?" Let me answer:

"I like trees best!

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree that grows on the top of the mountain, no matter what it is.

Trees, green mountains, towering pines, dignified and beautiful fir trees, and fragrant cypress trees.

Dear camphor, precious and delicate nan ... I grew up quietly on the top of the mountain and was the first person to see the morning glow.

Rising, the first drop of rain falls in my arms, and I embrace the atmosphere of freedom and freedom.

The wind. I am so strong and tall, and my thick branches and leaves rise to the sky.

Rise to the golden sky. I have no thoughts. I don't understand the pain and feeling of thoughts.

I don't know the taste of happiness and happiness, but I only know how to live to the fullest.

Grow, grow.

If I can't build a tree on the top of the mountain, then I will build a tree that can see red.

A dusty tree.

Or, I am a big banyan tree on the edge of the village, watching generations of farmers curl up in the breeze.

Flourish in the smoke. Summer night, I like a kind old man to comfort farmers.

Move back to the tired body, short, gossiping and fooling around in the following family.

Ghost, I have repeatedly listened to the ancient rural legends handed down from generation to generation. I

At this time, it is not only a tree, but also a forest, like the villagers, becoming a

A world that can be independent.

In other words, I am a locust tree in a quadrangle, and I feel very comfortable and safe at home.

Ning, silently recording the joys and sorrows in life, savoring the warmth of the family.

Calm, sad to see a child become a wrinkled old man, body.

Taste the warmth of human feelings and the vicissitudes of the world. It was raining and snowing, and I held him with open arms.

The children's hut, as the umbrella of the house, makes the warmth rise slowly from the bright stove; moon

As light as water, I can play the lyre, so that everyone in the room can have a quiet.

Dream on.

Or, I am an apple tree in the orchard, and my shy fruit turns the garden

Bees and butterflies are wearing red clothes and flying around the garden happily.

The girl with a beautiful headscarf walked under the tree and held hands with her lover, their faces

Printed with the joy of harvest and the sweetness of love. How I envy the beautiful love of mankind.

Love is the collision between souls. People love because of understanding and go away because of love.

Understand how subtle, subtle and complicated this feeling is. Unfortunately, I am a lifeless tree.

The tree of souls only hears the leaves rustling in the wind, but it doesn't hear the weeping for love.

The sound of crying and joy. When people love us, they don't know that I am more eager.

Experience all human emotions.

In other words, I am an ancient and rare crape myrtle tree in Yuan Yeli, lonely and cold.

I have lived in silence for many, many years, bearing people's worship and sympathy for me. I use the same

Compassionate eyes, watching these suffering people come to worship, seems like my life.

Growing up can bring them endless happiness and hope. At the foot are piles of ashes, branches

There is bright red wool hanging on the wall, and the bright color matches my old face better.

Disharmonious. People are full of fear and despair about death. If there is no death, there is no phase.

Love and passion, no tragedy and adventure, no charm of life. I seem to have lived for a few years.

A hundred years, like everything in the world, will return to eternal death. In fact, only

If you want to see through the futility of life, you should try your best to be free from death.

Or, I am a restless tree in the forest, and the sun sets for several months.

Plants and trees have been dying for many years. Suddenly one day, I decided to go out of the mountain and have a look.

Lily, smell the fragrance of the field and listen to the sound of the waterfall. Although there are no leaves

The cover makes me extremely scared. Although the tension of the saw blade makes me groan, it hurts.

Later, I ushered in a new world and was pleasantly surprised to find myself sheltered from the wind and rain.

The cabin has become a book full of wisdom, a warm and elegant furniture, and a

Sailing ... I only know that I can be so strong and brave.

Great adventure. In my body, my will, strength and ideals have never been so tight.

Closely linked together. It turns out that trees, like people, need to be pursued and developed.

Go ahead, desire.

In other words, I can't make any trees, and people can't have an afterlife. But,

In this life, I hope to live quietly like a tree, so natural and true, so.

Full of energy, so full and upward, so indifferent and so affectionate. ...