See also Bloom's composition 1. Every time it blooms/it's love/the wind blowing in my heart/it's a conversation between me and the sky/a faint voice/singing my most persistent expectation/the warm spring in bloom ...-Write it to yourself.
In the afternoon, the sun shone into the room through the window sill glass, swaying an intoxicating warmth on the curtains. How appropriate it is to go out for an outing on such a bright spring afternoon.
Sunshine is gratifying and spring breeze is proud. I'm just a little afraid of this spring breeze, otherwise how can I live up to this wonderful indoor spring scenery?
It's March in a blink of an eye, everything is reviving, and spring is warm in bloom. I was a little surprised when everyone was passing on the information from March. Looking back, I left a blank diary on the last day of February. I don't want to say much, but I can't tell you. I can only bury my heart in a string of ellipsis. ...
I believe that all injuries can be diluted and cured by time, and I also believe that a good life will still be beautiful!
There are several familiar songs in the first round of the computer. After reading A Zi's sister's article, I also found the song "Spring Festival Evening bloom" sung by her sister. I listened to this song completely for the first time and listened to it several times. I like the positive energy conveyed by this lyric, such as the warm sun in March, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The creation of every lyric is never accidental. I am very touched to hear a song that caters to my mood at the right time and mood! This is happiness!
Life is like water/sometimes calm/sometimes turbulent/through the haze/the sun shines on your windowsill/in fact, happiness/has always been with us. ...
Spring has always been warm and harmonious, and flowers have blossomed a lot. Look up and smile, banish sadness, keep a calm, and embrace every day when life beats! Live well!
The peach trees outside the window are blooming again. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the floor through the window, the warmth is refreshing. That peach blossom blooms so brilliantly and enthusiastically. The mist in the morning can't wait to bloom before it clears. ...
Push open the window that has been dusty for a long time, push open some dusty dreams, and also push happiness to see how the plated youth is peeling off, and the late spring is warm and silent. It waited outside the window for a whole season.
In the warm sunshine, the lonely crumbling dust escaped from the cold, and my mood was like a peach blossom outside the window, brewing a little in full bloom.
Take a nap, listen to the wind and look at the clouds. The awakening years are filled with spring breeze, shining with the most dazzling light, and looking forward to the colorful worries brought by youth.
Youth, I am eager for our dreams to continue. Don't get wet by colorful clothes, flying wings and still green grass under your feet. Looking back on the years that we walked hand in hand, wherever we went, there were moving chapters that we wrote with our hearts. Since youth has led us through that wonderful time in the past, we should also let youth lead us through that established track. I hope that in the blessed sky, I can fly with them in youth, enjoy the unique beauty of nature in beautiful scenery, and find our own world in the fragrance created by flowers and tender grass.
Look up at the sky, let the eyes overflow with water, and look for the traces of young birds flying in the vague gaze. Between the clouds, was there ever a warm embrace?
Time flies, what changes is age, and what remains unchanged is the feeling of the soul and the throbbing of emotions in youth. Because time has carved the traces of youth into poems and songs, and it has become the deepest precipitation in our lives. ...
The peach trees outside the window are blooming again. The same is true of youth, which comes in expectation and dies in longing. ...
Looking forward to seeing Bloom again.
See also Bloom's composition 3. Many friends, few sincerity. It is not easy to meet a real friend in my life. Now I see my friendship blossoming. It is so beautiful and pure.
I still remember that unforgettable and tearful day last summer, which was really annoying. We were having an exam that day, and it was the final exam. This test also tells us that primary school is about to graduate.
In primary school, I had a good friend who taught me how to plant a flower, how to take care of it and how to understand it. This flower is really precious, it contains all the ups and downs of me and him. When it was in bud, it was also the day when I left her.
She looks ordinary, has no bright big eyes, dark hair and fair skin. Although she doesn't have any of these, she has sincere eyes and clean hair. She is so clean and tidy, and her heart is flawless.
Although she loves neatness, carelessness and forgetfulness, she pays attention to seeking truth from facts. Although she often makes mistakes, she can correct them. She really has a lot to learn.
I met her once this summer vacation. This time, I feel that she has changed a lot. She is no longer as sloppy and grandiose as before, but elegant, polite and natural. When I chatted with her, I thought she had forgotten the flower we planted at the beginning! When I got home, I kept thinking: Has she changed? Until the next day, she hurried to my house and said, "I'm leaving soon, but the flower has been there!" " "He said, and gave me a card. I opened the card and saw the neat words were the same as before. To this day, I still remember a sentence inside: "We should take good care of that flower until it blooms again. "She didn't change, her sincerity and purity is still there!
I think this flower has bloomed, it has bloomed again, and it is more beautiful than last time. I also believe that it will never wither, waiting for it to bloom next time!
Look at Bloom's composition 4 again. After school, I turned my head and saw beautiful roses. I remember seeing it last year, but it seems more gorgeous.
Out of school, I stopped to watch. From a distance, roses are wrapped around the fence of the fence, like a huge piece of pink and green cloth, adding a lot of vitality to the black monotonous fence.
Approaching the fence, the green and red stems are firmly fixed on it. If you look closely, there are almost invisible thorns on it, but it feels like Mao Mao's. The stem is thin and thick, as thin as a line and as thick as a pencil. Naughty leaves have green oval faces, always hiding behind flower stems and sticking out their little heads from the side, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with us! The petals of a flower are layered like a little cream cake. The top of the flower is pink, and gradually, the bottom of the flower turns from red to white. Some just opened, only showing a little stamens; Some flowers are in full bloom, with pink smiling faces; Some are still showy, like a shy little girl ... so many flowers, one by one: some are alone, "standing" at the top, as if looking around; Dozens of flowers gather together, like a simple garland, or like a family sitting together and enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Several flowers bloom in an orderly way, as if we were marching to the playground in order ... A gust of wind blew and roses danced in the wind, just like a graceful girl.
I suddenly feel like a rose, wearing a red skirt like them, playing and dancing with them.
Every year, the wall full of roses comes as scheduled, and we study and grow together. How I like her!
See also Bloom's composition 5. As the saying goes, "Peach blossoms in March in Yangchun and osmanthus fragrance in August and autumn". It's the season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance again, and the sweet-scented osmanthus downstairs in my community is in full bloom as scheduled.
Looking down through the kitchen window, the dark green branches and leaves covered the whole osmanthus tree, and the dense branches and leaves spread around like an open umbrella. Clusters of golden osmanthus stick out from the dense branches and look at the beautiful world curiously. When I opened the window, a smell came to my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "wow! It smells good! " I can't help but exclaim: "It's really sweet-scented osmanthus!"
Smelling the sweet-scented osmanthus, I hurried downstairs. The fragrance is getting warmer and richer, with a hint of sweetness, which makes me relaxed and happy. When you look closer, the straight trunk of osmanthus tree is covered with fine lines, and the crooked branches are hidden in the dark green oval leaves. Trees full of tiny golden flowers, hand in hand, surrounded by gray-black branches, gathered shyly to show people the power of unity. Take a bunch of flowers and look carefully. These flowers are as big as two or three grains of rice. The green calyx has four golden petals with a filiform yellow stamen in the middle. This little flower is so delicate that people dare not touch it for fear of knocking it down.
"Quick, quick, pick osmanthus!" "Soak osmanthus tea!" Several cheerful voices interrupted my observation. Three or four children came to the osmanthus tree with water cups. Some of them pick, some wash and some soak. Soon they made several cups of osmanthus tea. Seeing their excitement, I joined them.
See also Bloom's composition 6 Time Old people always take away the most perfect time in their lives without people's consent. While time flies, it also makes people grow up gradually. Just like flowers, the opening and failure of the four seasons always repeat the same action.
Seeing Bloom again, I am not that young and ignorant child anymore. Just like the seven years spent in a hurry, I have grown a lot in seven years; I have made countless friends in seven years; Knowing countless people with different personalities, I began to learn to be independent and no longer shed tears easily. Because I understand: tears can't solve any problems!
Seeing Bloom again, I became someone else's senior, and seeing the students in the new class training hard, I sighed to myself: Has this school year passed too fast? Seeing the innocent smiles on their immature faces, I realized: Do I still have such innocent smiles? Seeing them chasing and fighting, I thought to myself: Is this game meaningful? However, my classmates said I pretended to be deep, and my mother said I thought too much. Is it? Maybe I'm just a few months older than them, maybe these months make me different from them!
Seeing Bloom again, I'm used to this repetitive but not monotonous life. After entering junior high school, I understand what group life is. Maybe I was worried about whether I would adapt to the new environment when I was in full bloom last time. At this moment, I got an absolutely correct answer: I will never be uncomfortable! Although there are busy homework every day and heavy rankings every semester, it will not make life monotonous! Playing a little joke between classmates may also be a way of caring, which may make the unhappiness just scolded by the teacher disappear.
Time will change a lot, but flowers will still fade and bloom. Why didn't we? Seeing Bloom again, I've grown up!
See also Bloom's composition 7. By chance, my family lived with a full gem flower.
The good times didn't last long. After half a month, the gem flower showed symptoms of "acclimatization". Fleshy petals fall off one by one, leaving almost only a few listless empty branches in the whole gem flower. I looked at the gem flower disappointedly and whispered, "Everyone says that the gem flower is tenacious, but I think so!" " "
From then on, I threw the gem flower in a remote corner and never paid attention to it again.
It's been a month since I saw the gem flower again. The sight surprised me. From a dozen "fallen" petals, a new life has actually grown. Although the small gem flower is only the size of a pocket, it is very delicate and forms a big family of gem flowers.
I can't help feeling: Gemstone flowers really have such tenacious vitality! In this month, I didn't water it or give it enough sunshine. This little life can grow! But on second thought, flowers should also drink water like us humans. Why can you persist for a month? I began to observe the petals of the gem flower carefully, only to see that it was no longer as full and plump as it was at first, but it looked a little dry and even black. Suddenly, I understood that it was the falling petals that gave the newborn gem flowers nutrition and water. And when this little life becomes more and more mature, the petals of gem flowers become more and more aging until they wither. Suddenly I remembered Gong Zizhen's poem: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." The petals of the new gem flower fall off one by one, thus giving birth to the next generation. ...
This is a manifestation of selflessness. They spent their whole lives for their children. The children grew up and died laughing. It turns out that flowers also have love!
Seeing the gem blooming again, they gave me too much shock
See also Bloom's composition 8 It's warm again in spring, Bloom's warm again, Bloom's warm again. "Time and personnel urge each other." "The solstice of winter brings sunshine, and spring comes again." The cold wind and winter quietly leave. Spring slipped away quietly. Look! That peach blossom and flowing water, that song and dance, is the beginning of life, perhaps. Maybe it's the revival of everything.
Look! Endless spring and surging spring tide may be a declaration to the earth. Perhaps, this is a commitment to everything. The arrival of spring brings joy and tranquility to the world. In the morning, the breeze is blowing gently, and a faint fragrance of Chinese rose and peach blossoms rushes into the distance ... Suddenly, spring thunder rolls in the sky.
The first drop of rain falls "Ding Dong", then the second and third drops of rain fall, and the raindrops behind it keep falling, scrambling to fall. It is raining! Sweet spring rain; As light as spider silk; As thin as a needle tip; As long as the silk thread, dripping, laughing, whispering, embracing the blue sky and kissing the earth,
Maybe it doesn't matter, maybe it doesn't matter ... It's sunny after the rain and the sun comes out. As big as the wheel of an ox cart, as red as the sunrise of molten iron juice, sitting on the ridge of the east, shining brightly, pushing aside the mist with your hands, like a veil. What a beautiful and spectacular scenery it is! "If bloom is gone, it will fall."
Spring is beautiful, spring is happy, at the same time. It is also short-lived, but "falling red is not heartless, and turning into spring mud protects flowers more." The scene of spring is prosperous and beautiful, reminding us to work. Labor is the most glorious and admirable, and it is also what we should learn. A year's plan starts with spring. Let's make good use of this short and beautiful spring!
It was autumn when I saw Bloom's composition 9 and Bloom. After walking through the depressed scenery, the splendor and splendor of summer have long since disappeared, and the cool breeze is slowly blowing on the face, mixed with faint osmanthus fragrance.
I can't help but stop and marvel at the rare grace in a dying place.
The sound of "rustling" is full of silence, only to see such leaves struggling in the air like dying butterflies, but finally they can only fall helplessly, and the vicissitudes of life cover the earth. "Fallen leaves gather and disperse", another autumn wind has passed, and the yellow leaves are flying around again, wandering somewhere in the world and accepting the test of the unknown. Inadvertently, I raised my eyes, but I saw a big tree covered with green. At this moment, it is as decadent as an old man with a sad mood. How can people not be sentimental?
In autumn, most trees and flowers are so depressed. However, there are still a few outstanding people who can still bloom safely-for example, the graceful osmanthus flowers nowadays.
How much courage and firm belief does it take to persist in blooming alone in such a lonely and cold time? I mused.
I can't help but step forward and marvel at the bright light that blooms in a lingering breath.
On the green leaves, years have carefully carved exquisite textures, forging her invincible in the face of difficulties and hardships; On the simple and elegant yellow flowers, the rain and wind erosion precipitated the ultimate elegance, which made her blossom endless fragrance.
During her stay in Bloom, she took an ill-fated road, changing in the world like a dog, but she had no fear, only no regrets. The wind blows through the sand, and the yellow flowers are fragrant and refreshing, as if they are blinking and singing happily, praising every rhythm of life to the extreme tenacity.
She is "the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves". When the flowers wither, they are still standing green, and their elegant and elegant appearance remains unchanged, but they interpret the extraordinary beauty of life.
I couldn't help walking forward, and I was surprised to see that it was blooming again. The golden maturity hung high on the branches, blooming in the autumn wind and the most beautiful color of my life-I met a tree in full bloom.
See also Bloom's composition 10 It's a long cold night, the wind whistling outside the window, the branches are pale, and even the last flower in the soil froze to death.
Grandma is old, but her health is getting better every day. In this cold winter, grandma is sick. Lying in the hospital bed, she looked at the last flower on the windowsill and sighed, wondering if she could see it bloom again. I immediately followed up and said, of course, you can be tough. He just smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
As the days passed, grandma's condition got better and better, and the weather was not as bad as before. I decided to take her out for a walk, but grandma didn't have a happy smile on her face. She is listless, as if she doesn't care about anything. She walked to the flower bed of the hospital alone and stared at the last half-dead flower. I ran to help her up and ran to her side, only to hear a deep voice, full of melancholy, saying that I don't know how long I can live. These words pierced my heart like a knife and I felt very uncomfortable. I held her with tears in my eyes.
After that, I went to the flower market and bought a lot of bright words to stick on the wall and beside the bed. I put the pot of bare flowers on the windowsill under her hospital bed. It might be better to look at them more.
Two days later, I went to see her again and found that the pot of flowers I put under the bed was turned over by my grandmother and put on the bed. The original bright flowers on the bedside piled up. Under the bed, she stared at a small green bud on the flower branch. She didn't notice me coming in. I saw the smile on her face, so sincere and kind. Taking that branch as my own, I began to take care of that little green bud every day. It is hope and grandma's spiritual sustenance. Just like blooming branches sprouting, grandma's condition has improved a lot. Watching the little green shoots grow sturdily day by day, grandma's body is getting better and her mood is getting better day by day. Finally, Bloom died. She is a bird of paradise. Grandma looks very happy. The doctor told me that grandma's condition has basically improved and she can be discharged after two days of observation. Yeah, man.
Before leaving the hospital, grandma stood in front of the door, looked at the bird of paradise and said, it's good to see it blooming again!
See also Bloom's composition 1 1. I was an official in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I like growing flowers. There is a pot of autumn chrysanthemum on my desk, but those colleagues laugh at me. Why do you raise such shabby flowers, such as peony roses, which are rich and beautiful? You actually despise it. I smiled and said, I just like chrysanthemums, otherwise, I hide in Qiu Li. They laughed again. You are so lofty that you can't see anything better than us. Even ordinary farmers are richer than you. You don't even know the secret of promotion and wealth. It is a waste of time to come to court. I was silent. The secret they told made the people pale and thin, and even left their homes to take refuge in foreign countries. My chrysanthemum, as if attached to my heart, has come in autumn, but it withers day by day.
I decided to hold my pot of chrysanthemums, hold my heart, stay away from this sinister officialdom and not pollute them. I ran to the mountains and built a ramshackle house with thatch as the top and stumps as the walls. I can hear birds and insects every night, but I haven't lost some fun. I reclaimed several wasteland, planted peppers, eggplant and wheat, and gradually understood the truth that "everyone knows that every grain is hard." The chrysanthemums I planted under the hedge are getting more and more energetic day by day.
One day, I stood in the twilight, looking at a calling friend, a bird returning home late, singing back to the warm embrace of Nanshan, and the round sunset constituted a perfect landscape painting. I'm going crazy, and I can't help but think back to that year, when I first set foot on the court in high spirits, it was the same scene. He also said that I would be a good official, think of the people and let them live a good life. But now the situation, let me helpless, finally turned out to be their own initiative to give up the office. I looked up and happened to see Nanshan. It is still so quiet that nothing in the world can change it. I learned something.
I bowed my head and talked to Chrysanthemum, and suddenly found that it didn't know when it bloomed, swaying with the wind, as if to say, Tao Yuanming, this is life. I looked at the chrysanthemum and lost my voice.
That is, the second blooming of chrysanthemums.
That was my second bloom.
But when will the lives of ordinary people bloom?
See also Bloom's composition 12 Winter has quietly passed, and spring has come to the earth with light steps, and the Haitang in our school has blossomed.
I smelled a faint fragrance as soon as I entered the school gate today. Later, I learned that Haitang bloom. Begonia flower looks like a pink fluffy ball from a distance, swaying under the breeze, very cute. Looking closely, the begonia flowers are white and red, some are in bud, and some are very dazzling. There are 3, 4, 5 and 6 begonia flowers on each branch. As long as the wind blows, it will give off fragrance and make people feel relaxed and happy. I stood on tiptoe and put my face on the petals to feel the fragrance of flowers refreshing. In an instant, I felt the sacred, tenacious and struggling power of Begonia. Isn't this kind of power exactly what I need in junior high school? Yes, it must be. This year's blooming begonia is different from previous years. In previous years, only begonia flowers were thought to be beautiful. This year means a lot to me. This year is my last year at my alma mater. Although you can see the blooming of Haitang in the future, you may never see the tree that sent students from one session to another at your alma mater. Every year, I bloom my fragrance silently and leave silently, so that the begonia flowers will bloom in bloom year after year, and they will never get tired of it. It always shows the best side to everyone and never complains. The persistence and indomitable spirit of begonia flowers are worth learning. I want to face life like a begonia flower at any time in good condition.
After class, I walked slowly to the classroom and looked back to see Begonia flowers still scrambling to show themselves. I feel a force sneaking into my heart, which is the power given to me by begonia flowers. I want to pursue something in these months and even in my life.
See also Bloom's composition 13. The fallen flower is helpless, and Yan' s return is deja vu. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
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There is a cherry blossom in the corner of the campus. Spring comes and winter comes, and nobody cares.
In spring, cherry trees bloom again. Walking slowly, the pink flowers slowly fall, and the cherry blossoms on the ground tremble with the wind and look up. The dazzling blue sky is pale, even a little pink, very pale. Being in it is like dreaming. But who can enjoy such a beautiful scenery? No one appreciates it, no one knows that cherry blossoms are beautiful, and of course no one knows that they will graduate. Looking at the colorful cherry blossoms, I was silent and gave up.
Several first-grade pupils came to the cherry tree, perhaps they had never seen it before. They stared at the cherry blossoms in front of them in surprise and couldn't help sighing. Looking at their inexperience, I admit I envy them. Leaning under the cherry tree, I closed my eyes wearily. A few days before graduation? Where to go after graduation? Faces flashed through my mind, laughing and crying. I don't know why, I want to cry, but I can't. A cherry blossom fell on my head, a little itchy, and then fell on my shoulders and hands. Staring at this cherry blossom, I felt sad.
In the past, whenever I was criticized by my teacher or quarreled with my classmates, I always came under the cherry trees and looked at the fluttering cherry blossoms, and my heart slowly calmed down. Under the cherry tree, I was sad, helpless and angry, but finally I was slowly turned into happiness by the blooming cherry tree, because it always gave me a strange sense of familiarity, and I was willing to tell my troubles to the cherry tree. This is the origin of my dream and the crystallization of my memory.
If one day, I am sad, will someone comfort me? If one day, I have troubles, will anyone listen patiently? If I fail one day, will anyone encourage me? "No", the voice in my heart answered me. Looking at the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, I made up my mind to cherish these last few days!
Seeing that the cherry blossoms are in bloom again, I have to go. I can't appreciate such beautiful scenery anymore, and I can't understand such people and things anymore. How reluctant I am! I hope that in the last few days, I can slow down, slow down again, and then continue to slow down, and so on.
See also Bloom's composition 14. On the physical education class, a charming fragrance of flowers wafted slowly. My classmates and I looked back at the front, ah! It turns out that the wild roses on the campus wall are blooming again.
I was fascinated by the fresh and fragrant flowers. From a distance, wild roses are in full bloom in groups, closely clustered together, like a piece of cloth and a waterfall with fragrance, slowly falling from the campus wall.
After class, we ran to admire this beautiful and charming wild rose. Full of green's roots are staggered, layered and nestled against the wall; There are some dark red thorns at the root. Although small, it is very sharp! Small thorns soar along the rhizome; The slender roots have green leaves, and the edges are wavy, like gears, and they feel strong, like dad's beard. The edges of the leaves are covered with barbs. At the top of the rhizome, delicate and charming flowers are blooming, and pink-purple petals and purple-white petals embrace each other. In the middle of the flower, a small white stamen wears a small yellow hat and sticks out its head, full of curiosity about the outside world. Flowers have different shapes, some are in full bloom, and they show people their beauty. Some are half-folded, emitting a burst of fragrance; Others are in bud and look full. Flower girl gathers the essence of heaven and earth, and will emerge from the cocoon in the future.
Flowers are not only different in shape, but also beautiful in posture. Some stand proudly and look down on those who appreciate it; Some hide among vines, avoiding people; Others are like a slanting moon, snuggling up to vines; When the breeze blows gently, the flowers dance with it, and pieces of pink petals fall one after another, like butterflies dancing and petals raining. The pink petals on the ground make people stop and be fascinated.
Bloom, the rose on the campus wall, falls and blooms, never absent in the sea of flowers, adding color to our campus life. I love beautiful Bai Yutang!
See also Bloom's composition 15 March, winter is not over yet, and spring is quietly coming.
She said that the drizzle outside the window is telling the story of angels on earth.
She is young and mature. The mistakes made by childishness.
That summer, the sun was shining. Such warm weather is not enough to dispel the cold in my heart. A pair of innocent eyes are permeated with her strength and calmness, as well as her stubborn temper. I know maybe she shed tears and hurt her heart. But she doesn't just want to pass the exam. She hopes to get full marks in every subject-at least close to perfection. She refused to admit defeat. She is like a swallow wandering among clouds. Although she is hurt all over, she never despairs.
She loves autumn best, and she says that falling leaves will make her fall into infinite reverie. It's a pity that this autumn, she couldn't finish her dream full of harvest, and the golden butterflies all over the sky trapped her in regret and loneliness. She carries too many people's attention and expectations, and she is tired. It is human nature to make mistakes.
Winter came before you know it, and the wind swept the earth. When people thought Xiaohua couldn't stand the test, she survived-despite all the difficulties.
When she saw the oranges on the distant horizon shining on the earth with the sunshine, she firmly believed that it was hope. She knows that spring is coming, and there will be a stage waiting for her to come back. And that orange sea is the audience, no matter whether her performance is good or bad, let the world admire or spurn, they will cheer with the same warm applause. Because they don't care about her success, but just help her up when she falls and continue to walk a longer way in the future.
They want her to know that she will never be alone and always remember that the dawn is with her.
March, the spring of hope, stood up proudly after a long time.
Sunny day, a new starting point.
Get rid of glitz and everything can start again.