Cherry red composition 1 late spring, the red has passed, and the green buds have vomited out. In this warm and cold day, spring has quietly gone, and the days overlap, making people feel at a loss, or waiting, or rejoicing, or a little nostalgic. Those unreasonable feelings are so in this passionate late spring, far or near. ...
The memory of late spring is the happiest day for our children. When the peaches and plums are in full bloom, the cherry trees in front of the house have withered, and the small cherry sticks out its small head in the new green leaves. My friends in the yard and I often look at the trees and slowly count one, two, three ... My heart is full of expectations. What a simple yearning.
Under the nourishment of spring breeze and rain, those cherries gradually grew up and turned from green to red. Every day after school, we all come to the tree and look at those green cherries eagerly, expecting, expecting, what a wonderful dream the cherry of that tree was when I was a child. In the breeze, those red cherries flicker among the green leaves, swaying and jumping like gems. Such delicious food will naturally attract sparrows, so the war between man and bird began. Therefore, every morning, before we wake up, my mother will always come under the tree, put down those red cherries one by one with a wooden pole and wait for us in a snow-white porcelain bowl. Cherry is crystal clear and lovely against the sunshine.
In this way, a group of children in the yard gathered around the bowl of cherries, grabbed it and ate it. It was very sweet, very sweet, and smiled in those beautiful mornings. It was beautiful, beautiful. As far as I remember, my mother has never eaten these delicious cherries. Now think about how many sad memories were mixed behind happiness in those years of material scarcity. Now, memories are getting clearer and clearer, and occasionally it hurts. That little cherry tree bears many expectations of childhood! Later childhood friends grew up and went to the outside world. I haven't seen them for many years, and I don't know if they are good. The old house is still the same, and my mother is old, so she doesn't pick cherries for us anymore. Later, the cherry tree was also cut down.
This spring, I happened to see the cherries sold in the market, which were still so red. I bought some to eat in my mouth, and the sour and sweet taste overflowed between my teeth, which is not the original taste.
In the river of time trance, I gradually understood Mr. Lu Xun, his "Social Drama" and the ocean's fight that night; Read Qi Jun's cup of thick spring wine; I also read my cherry tree and red cherry.
I know this lingering feeling is memory.
Cherry Red Composition 2 Spring is warm in March, the temperature is rising gradually, and the sky is like blue mint, clear and bright as washing. The sun is warm, looking at the earth kindly like a mother, and the cherry trees thrive under the care of the sun.
There is a cherry tree in the small garden on campus.
In the morning, the cherry tree was covered with water droplets. I don't know if it was the rain last night or the dew this morning. The leaves of cherry trees are very green, which makes people feel fresh involuntarily, as if they have mint leaves in their mouths. Sunlight makes the leaves transparent, and you can see its veins clearly. That's the clue to life. The green leaves are stained with glittering and translucent water drops. Against the background of the green leaves, the water droplets seem to be stained with the color of the leaves, showing a little green. The petite cherry is deeply hidden in the green leaves.
After the rain clears, the red cherry looks more attractive and beautiful in the soft sunshine in April. Soft sunlight penetrates the cherry, making it translucent, and small stones can be seen vaguely, which looks small and exquisite. Cherry is bright red with firm and full skin. It is said that red with green is tacky, but this green leaf with this red cherry is not tacky at all. Red cherry is like a small red paper lantern, hanging lightly on the branches. Sunlight glides over it, breeze caresses it, and rain wipes it, making the cherry so pure and attractive.
Cherry is red, which makes all the students drool and run to the small garden as soon as class is over. Cherry blossoms are so high that most students can only look at them and sigh. Several brave students climbed the mossy rockery, stood on tiptoe and reached for the cherries on the treetops with their hands. Other students watched with trepidation for fear that he would fall into the pond under the rockery. Once a classmate picks a cherry, he will show off everywhere, hoping to let the whole world know that he picked a cherry. Cherry brings us endless happiness!
Cherry is red and very bright, shining in the mild sunshine in April.
Cherry is red. The cherry has grown out. Under the tree, small blue fruits and green leaves hide the sunshine more hidden. Pick an immature cherry and take a bite, which is bitter and astringent.
I can't help thinking of a picture: we just went to primary school, holding our parents' big hands, walking towards our first desk with ignorant eyes and excited mood. Looking around the class, everyone is a strange face, but after class, five girls get together and are shy, but they still play in every minute after class. At that time, we were like young cherries, and youth should be an unknown young mind; Sese should be shy when we first met!
Time passed day by day, and the cherry, which was just born green, is slowly turning red now. It's like red pigment, except there is a little green in red. I took another one and took a sip. Although it is not as bitter as last time, it is too sour to loosen the roots easily.
Isn't this cherry just us in the third grade? Outsiders think that the five girls have a good relationship, but they can't avoid quarreling. Sad tears are salty, but my heart is sour. It hurts for a week.
Before long, the cherry seems to have been dyed and turned dark red. Then I picked another one and put it in my mouth. Sweet but not greasy, with moderate taste.
The deep red sweet cherry was our friendship in the sixth grade. Stop quarreling and stay together all day. No one can separate us except for class. Chat, talk, and other girls will listen carefully. Five girls have gradually moved from children to teenagers and become mature. ...
Cherry red, when girls grow up, they are no longer the "little blue cherry" who just entered the campus. They become slim and so sweet.
Looking at the cherries on the plate, I remembered the growth of five girls. These pictures are like seeds, sprouting in my heart and cutting out another "cherry tree".
Cherry turns red and banana turns green, which is a common picture in nature and a memory of five girls. ...
Cherry is red. The breeze blew, and the little red "lantern" on the tree swayed in the branches. On the 5th, it was another cherry red day.
When the cherries are ripe, grandma will buy a big bag of cherries in the market, and this year is no exception. Grandma washed the cherries and put them on a plate for us to eat. Looking at the ruby-like cherry, I fell into deep memories again.
When I was seven years old, my parents and I went to cherry orchard somewhere to pick cherries. That day, the sun was shining and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Our family started their first cherry picking trip with excitement and joy. When I walked into cherry orchard and looked at the cherry trees, I was already eager to try. Dad picked a big cherry tree with many fruits and began to get busy. My mother and I also found a tree and started to work.
There are so many cherries on the cherry tree! Some are deep red; Some are reddish; Some are as big as an ordinary rubber, and some are as big as a little finger nail; Some are clever and round, and some are grotesque. Mom picked it under the tree, and I picked it on the tree. Soon, the cherry trees were basically "swept" by us. So, we changed a cherry tree. Same as before. I'm up there and my mother is down there. Maybe it's because the air above is good and you can bathe in more sunshine. So the more cherries there are, the bigger and redder they grow. I looked at these red and black cherries and kept swallowing. Finally, I couldn't resist the temptation and picked the biggest and reddest cherry and put it in my mouth. Wow! How sweet! I didn't expect it to be so sweet. I put the picked cherries into my mouth and praised them: "delicious, delicious." When I came down from the tree, there were not many cherries in my basket, and I ate "Xiaohua Mall".
Turning my eyes to the present, I wish I could go back to that day and pick cherries with my parents again.
Time can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green. ...
Cherry is red. As soon as the March wind blows through the treetops, ripples appear on the lake. Spring can't stand teasing, when it is sung that "tender cold locks dreams because of spring cold, and the aroma is the fragrance of wine." Poetry wine is available every year, and it is not old every year. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
Do you still remember that strange and fresh face in the season when the leaves of the plane are falling? Under the illusion of the sun, can you still remember the laughter and laughter all the way? Who met you in the most beautiful years? Who was it, when you were young? The most beautiful things have become memories. What I miss is always the past, and what I can't get back is myself in those years.
How many people can go for a ride with us? Few people are willing to go through life. It's not that important to be unforgettable. What we cherish are those warm hugs. Years always make people old, the pictures in memory have not faded, the old photos have turned yellow and are full of nostalgia. The retro trend is popular, but it is eager to go back to the past. When will the time machine satisfy the hearts of all sentient beings?
Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it. Time flies always inadvertently push us to the end. We hesitated in the same place, and when we came to our senses, time was far away. There are no traffic lights, zebra crossings and traffic jams. Time flies like a plane, and I can't even see the scenery outside the window clearly. Every time I open my eyes and close them, it seems like an earth-shaking change. What we think of eternity is by no means life. Eternity is just time
But what we are afraid of is the passage of time? What we can't let go of is the memories of the past? The only thing we want to grasp is youth, and the only thing we miss is ourselves in memory. If you can, do you also want to make your life into a movie, so that every memory becomes an eternal moment? However, some feelings cannot be reinterpreted, just as we can never find our first love.
Years have never stayed for anyone, remembered for anyone, and changed for anyone. Along the way, we stopped and stopped, and finally found that the direction we want to reach most is not the end, but the starting point. However, we must move forward. Time seems to have played a joke on us, desperately pushing us to the end, and then telling us that the starting point is the direction we yearn for. Sometimes, we feel cheated, but we have to admit that this is the life we are going to experience.
Time, time, where are you going? Can you rest quietly in the same place, let youth leave more memories and blow away the vicissitudes of the years one by one? Time, time, how can I catch you? Can you slowly change the scenery, make the white hair on your head less wanton, and quietly smooth the wrinkles on your forehead?
This is another spring breeze. She smiles on the branches and turns into cherry red and banana green. ...