дерево in English:

The tree stopped growing.

Curiously, a flower bloomed on the withered up tree.

The treasure is still in the forest, where it is buried under a tree.

My neighbor rejected my request to cut his tree.

The tree was felled with one hard blow of his ax.

If you plant an apple seed, it might grow into a tree.

I've never seen that kind of tree before.

My brother fell off a tree and broke his leg.

Bears like to scratch their back on tree bark.

I stood under a tree to avoid getting wet.

A tall tree hid his house from our view.

Tonight, we had fun drawing up our family tree together.

The tree roots have burst through the cement at several points along the sidewalk.

Please plow the snow to the left of the maple tree so you don't block the trailer.

The tree stands motionless, clothed in twilight, thickly bedecked with dewdrops.

Wood burns.

Do you know how to start a fire using just sticks of wood?

In woodworking, we classify wood as hardwood, softwood or exotic wood.

My grandfather had completed the wood work and my grandmother finished the piece with paint.

The lessons learned from the annals of history on peak wood should heighten our awareness of the consequences of the limits of natural resources.

You get to see the wood only when it becomes too difficult to distinguish individual trees.

What shall we do with the rubbish, Mr Wood?, asked Pip.

Instead of giving the money, that is the normal coin of the realm, which is the phrase that everyone used then, they would give them a token, and this token might be metal, might be wood, might be cardboard.

Wood is made into various kinds of articles.

According to legend, the wood used to be haunted, so people would avoid it.

Wood is a disappearing resource in much of Africa, and these stoves burn far less wood than the stoves currently in much use.

It’s not really a forest. I’d call it a small wood.

If the door doesn't fit, you might have to shave off a bit of the wood until it closes properly.

The wood was kindled, the flames arose, and a mouldering heap of ashes was soon all that remained of Mrs Askew and her fellow martyrs.

I knew it was plastic but it tasted like wood.