Send flowers to someone, which means understanding and tolerance. Send one even if you know he is wrong. Who made a mistake and received flowers instead of being scolded? He will definitely find a time to apologize. And if it is your own fault, send a flower to express sincere apologies, and people should understand. Reconciliation is an art, so sending flowers should be a higher art.
Sending flowers to someone represents encouragement. People are always frustrated, and people are the most vulnerable at this time. They are irritable, crying and anxious, and it is even more troublesome to get along with others. When he calms down, pats him on the shoulder and sends him a flower, telling him to face up to setbacks and misfortunes, treat them as challenges rather than ridicule, stand up and move on, and he will smile through tears. Ok, I'll remember what you said. The smile on her face is four points firm, four points hope and two points happiness. Giving others happiness and happiness should be the happiest thing in the world, and so should the true meaning of "giving someone the lingering fragrance in the hand of a rose".
Giving someone a flower represents gratitude. Modern people have somehow lost the ability to say "thank you", which is actually terrible. People should learn to be grateful, give birth to your parents, give birth to teachers who help you answer questions, and give birth to classmates and friends who comfort you, encourage you and make you calm. We don't deserve all this. They gather around you only because of love. They are always so unrequited, but when we fail to live up to their expectations, they will feel chilling and their children will not appreciate it. Slowly, they will leave you, and you will be helpless. So when someone helps you, send him a flower. A thank you, a smile, the way you work hard and a serious face are enough for them. When you receive a flower from someone, give him a flower in return. Don't worry, I'll try my best. Thank you for your concern. These words will reassure him. Learn to say "thank you" and learn to be grateful, which is the basic requirement of being a man.
So, when communicating with others, prepare a flower. Maybe you will use it next second, one for you, one for me and one for him. Everyone will like this "world of flowers and flowers".
I quietly, quietly wait for the flowers to bloom, and express my deepest love with a gentle kiss.
In the fog, I looked at the bright colors in the hazy sky from a distance, and the fog slowly receded. I came quietly, brushed the mist off the petals and looked shy. I want to take it off and put it in my arms so that it belongs to me alone.
I have always been selfish because I am afraid that birds will take it away. I always hope that all the good things belong to me alone, and then naively think that there will always be a flower that will not fade. ...
It was dark, and the cold dispelled the drowsiness. Go out along the path and enjoy the flowers blackened by moonlight. Let me sleep here. With my lover's company, I want to sleep for a long time ... even if there is only a pile of petals left around me after dawn, I will pick them up one by one and count my sorrows. ...
Those tears that will only be in my heart will flow into my heart ... I will cherish those thanked petals and put them in my hand. The breeze will slowly dry them. At that time, I listened to the roar of the sea and never lost a petal in my hand. I walked by the sea and remembered my first kiss. I couldn't walk any further. I feel a little stiff when I step on the soft beach. I like it.
In the fog, I looked at the hazy fog from a distance, and the fog slowly receded. I came quietly, but I couldn't find her who loved me.
I crossed the mountains along the path. I still didn't find the ambiguity in my heart, but I saw the flowers on the other side of the mountain.
If my memory is the sea, what I cherish in my memory is the biggest drop of water;
If my memory is the sky, what is treasured in my memory is the most beautiful cloud;
If my memory is a garden, what is treasured in my memory is one of the most beautiful flowers. ...
I still remember his eternal story, which will be passed down to future generations. I remember you were recommended twice by Xu Shu and Si Mahui. I still remember you deliberately let Liu Xuande visit your cabin, and finally promised to come out to help; I still clearly remember the people's disapproval and distrust of you in the first battle, but your firm confidence at that time made you create another legend after the battle of Guandu. I remember that you made Liu Xuande "burn a new field" and frightened Cao Jun; I still remember that you let Liu Xuande "defeat Jiangxia" and did not forget to plot secretly, creating a situation of turning defeat into victory; I still clearly remember your eloquence when you went to Dongwu for Shu, which made Jiangdong officials speechless. I remember that you advocated that "Shu and Wu joined forces to destroy cao thief" to rehabilitate the Han Dynasty; I still remember your superb skills and foresight when you borrowed an arrow from a grass boat and calculated your beauty wisely. I still clearly remember the needle hidden in cotton, when you were "Sanyu"; I remember you let Liu Xuande "outsmart Hanzhong" and be king; I still remember your firmness and persistence in "leading troops south" and "striving for the Central Plains"; I still clearly remember your joy and joy when you were "very happy with Jiang Wei"; I remember your grief and reluctance when you "painfully chopped Masu"; I still remember your persistence and open-mindedness when you "left Qishan six times" and "captured Meng Huo seven times"; I still clearly remember your calmness and relief when you "killed Cao Zhen with a coup"; Therefore, he wrote an immortal poem, "Do your best, and die." ...
You are the strategist of West Shu; You are the prime minister of Shu; You are the galaxy in the historical sky; You are the big dipper twinkling in the sky; You are the representative of courage, the symbol of loyalty, the embodiment of wisdom ... you are the most precious memory in my memory.
Excellent composition 4 flowers are the most colorful after being honed and watered by hardships. -inscription
There is a pupa hanging in the tree outside the house.
One cloudy morning, when I passed under that tree, I accidentally saw the chrysalis teetering in the breeze.
It's so ugly, I'm afraid it will be buried in this thick green, which is not eye-catching at all. I can't imagine that colorful "elves" flying in the air were born here.
It is so small that it is as insignificant as a small gravel in this vast world. Look at its "weak", "thin" and "thin" bodies. I don't believe it can survive in nature.
Thinking of this, I reached out and wanted to take it off, instead of being buried in this desolate nature and suffering. It is better to let it rest in peace now and die painlessly.
Suddenly, the wind roared again. This time, the wind is stronger. But it still stands indomitable on that branch. As if in response to our suspicion of contempt for it.
I put my hand down.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, roaring across the world-rain is coming soon. I looked at the cloudy sky and the tenacious pupa, sighed lightly and turned away.
Then the rain poured down.
It took a long time before the rain stopped. The sky is as gloomy as ever.
I don't know why, but I have an irresistible emotion in my heart. I rushed out of the house.
When I came to the tree and saw that it was still there, something in my heart seemed to disappear in an instant.
Suddenly, the pupa twisted and was about to break!
A crack appeared quietly on the pupa, and the little life in the pupa struggled to break out of the cocoon, but was convulsed by the pain caused by the congestion of its wings. But it must endure to fly to the sky. Time passed by, suddenly like thunder on the ground, rushing out of the pupa. Just then, the sun broke through the thick clouds.
Looking at the dancing figure in the light, I smiled knowingly
In the inevitable suffering, please learn to challenge it until it blooms beautifully.
Life is like a big garden, full of flowers. There are inclusive flowers, caring flowers, and inclusive flowers after the collision ... It is precisely because of these people who plant flowers that life is meaningful and vital.
There is also a flower in my garden, a flower that blooms for care. On a hot summer day, the air conditioner in the room purrs and the cold air spreads. I have been doing my homework. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "DuDu", the air conditioner is off. "Sharp, mom's colleague said that staying in an air-conditioned room all the time would make you get air-conditioned disease." "Oh," I said casually. "Let me help you plug in the fan. Here is a bowl of mung bean soup. Drinking can relieve the heat. " Say that finish, mother gently put the bowl on the table and quietly closed the door. After a long time, "ah, finally finished!" " "I wiped my sweat, habitually touched the table, grabbed the bowl and gulped down the mung bean soup. A cool condensed in the body, and then suddenly spread throughout the body. Every summer after that, there will be a bowl of cool mung bean soup on the table to relieve me of summer heat. I think it's nothing, just a bowl of mung bean soup.
Until another summer, I went out of the room to find something to eat in the refrigerator and turned my head inadvertently. I saw my mother cooking soup for me in the kitchen. Her head was sweating profusely, but she didn't wipe it. She was absorbed by it. It turns out that a bowl of mung bean soup contains such a deep maternal love! I didn't even notice! At this time, mung bean soup is no longer an ordinary bowl of mung bean soup, but my mother's deep concern for me.
Bai Baihe will never wither.
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In the square, under the dim light, I stood tired. Holding the violin that I used to be proud of and some scattered banknotes in the box, I thought, "The income is so small, alas! I decided to walk back to my shabby apartment in the suburbs. (.) When crossing the street, I was in a trance. At this moment, a van ran a red light and rushed at me. I woke up with a bang. The driver stopped the car, poked his head out and cursed, "You want to die, you dead beggar ..." Then he drove away.
I tried to look up at the colorless sky, tears moistened my eyes, turned my head, and suddenly found a small white spot moving towards me in the distance, approaching, only to find that it was a little girl.
She ran to me, squatted down and said, "Sister, your feet are bleeding. Does it hurt? " I looked down at her eyes and found dark red liquid dripping down my feet. Every drop is so bright red and dazzling. But I just shook my head at her.
I felt cold on my feet and bowed my head. It turned out that she was seriously dressing my wound. I looked at her quietly, and it took me a long time to spit out: "Why did you help me?" Hearing my words, she raised her head and said to me with big watery eyes, "The teacher said that if you give someone roses, there will be fragrance on your hands, so I will give them more roses.
The wound has been bandaged, and she also helped me clean up the scattered things on the ground. I stood up and took the box to go, but she suddenly grabbed me and handed me a lily: "Sister, this lily is for you. I don't have a rose, so I'll give you a lily. " I froze. She put the flowers in my hand and ran away. "Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance." Without roses, I will send you a lily, which will release your already numb heart and make other people's hearts bloom with a white lily.
I remember the first word my grandfather taught me when I was a child was calligraphy. Every morning, I will see grandpa practicing calligraphy seriously. I can't help but admire the way grandpa switches between official script, running script, cursive script and regular script. So I have been determined to be a famous calligrapher like Grandpa since I was a child.
Usually, I not only accept the influence of my great-grandfather, but my mother also enrolled me in the calligraphy class of the Children's Palace, forming a double-qualified class. Later, I learned from the calligraphy teacher that the calligraphy grading test is an affirmation of the learning results. So, with the encouragement of my teacher, I applied for calligraphy level 3 and passed it smoothly. Now, I am preparing to apply for calligraphy level 4.
Once, my mother's unit organized a calligraphy competition, and each player wrote a work. So I wrote a picture of Wang Zhihuan's "In the Lodge of the Heron" in official script. I was so nervous that my hands trembled and the sweat on my hands kept coming out. I tried to take a deep breath, but I still couldn't relax. At this moment, my mother said to me: You should be confident! Encouraged by my mother, I picked up a pen and began to write. Looking at the flowing pen tip, I began to become confident. After a long evaluation, I became the champion.
On a snowy day, I was invited by my classmates to attend a birthday party. After thinking about it, I don't know what gift to give. Suddenly I had a brainwave and wrote a pair for her. When the students saw me standing in front of them with a couplet, they couldn't help clapping their hands. Everyone said: I want it too! Why are the words so beautiful? As the calligrapher wrote.
On the way of learning calligraphy, my classmates and family gave me great support and encouragement. I believe I will go further and further on the road of learning calligraphy!
This morning, Tingting's sister took us to play the game of "passing parcels", which was my first time to play this game.
The rules of the game are: "At the beginning of the music, the first person passes the flowers to the second person, and the second person passes them to the third person …". When the music stops, the students who get flowers will perform a program on stage. "Just listening to Tingting's sister explain the rules of the game, our whole class is already excited.
The game started, and Wang quickly threw the flowers to Wang. Before she could hold it steady, she threw it directly to you, Hongyi. It soon spread to Ouyang Yiming. I was particularly upset and thought, "God bless me, stop the music soon." Just thinking about it, the music really stopped. I was ecstatic, jumped up happily and thanked God silently. After Li Danning came to power, he gave generously. Sister Tingting rewarded her with a small gift, and I began to envy her. At this time, the music began again. I deliberately handed the flowers to the next person slowly, because I also wanted to perform on stage. Tingting's sister's gift is so attractive. But this round of music stopped for a long time, and I complained in my heart that God was so unfair. This time, the flowers fell into Dai's hands. In fact, his luck is not so good. He even picked a gorilla to go for a walk. "Ha ha ha", our whole class laughed gloatingly, and with our laughter, his performance began. First, he raised his hands, clenched them into fists, beat his chest and feet, squatted down with his legs, and waddled up. That interesting action made our class laugh again. ...
The game is over, we haven't finished yet. There was laughter in the classroom, and the students showed their humor. I also got Tingting's sister's prize-lollipop, which made me very happy. I'm looking forward to the next game of delivering packages.
Flower excellent composition 9 "Successful flower people only admire her present brilliance! At the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. " I first saw this sentence in a book.
Soon after, I saw a video. The girl in the video is about my age, dressed in white, and walks gracefully to a piano. Slender fingers quietly struck beautiful notes on the keys. I'm crazy. Girls are like angels, which makes me envious and even a little disgusted with my useless self at that time. Somehow, this sentence suddenly came to my mind. Finally, I made up my mind to learn piano.
In the first class, I was very excited, and I finished the task assigned by the teacher 200%. I think I'm not far from success. It seems that as long as I finish this course, I can be like the girl in the video. However, what is waiting for me is my doubts and incomprehension. I find myself not much better than before. As clumsy as before, as inflexible. I am angry and don't want to learn the piano anymore.
I didn't go to the second class. I leafed through books at home without reading a word. My thoughts have flown to an unknown distance. And that sentence, like a fire, branded in my heart. I force myself to ignore it, but I can't forget it. I have some regrets. Why not go?
I went to the third class, as if by some strange coincidence. I began to try to regain my interest in the piano.
……
Later, I ushered in the exam. I worked hard to practice the piano the week before, and my fingers were red. I clearly remember that during the exam, my hands were soaked with sweat, and after a song, the bean-sized sweat had hung on my forehead.
Then there was a long wait, and I will never forget the excitement when I got the certificate. My face is red, and my heart seems to be full of joy. I can't wait to share my happiness with others.
I finally realized the meaning of that sentence, the flower of success. People often only see his present glory, but ignore the efforts behind it.
Although the rose is not called "Kao", its purity, beauty and tenacious vitality are intoxicating.
Rose is native to China and has a long history of cultivation. It is not only an excellent flowering shrub, but also an important spice.
Deciduous erect tufted shrub with gray-brown stems, dense bristles and barbs, pinnately compound leaves, 5-9 leaflets, ovoid to ovoid obovate, thick and wrinkled serrations, bright green at the top, gray-green at the bottom, pilose or prickly hairs, and sparse thorns and glandular hairs on petioles and leaf axes. Stipules are mostly connected with petioles and have fine serrations. Flowers solitary or clustered, 3-6 flowers, 6-8 cm in diameter. Flowers are fragrant, densely covered with fluff and bristles, petals are purple or white, single or double. Rose hips are oblate and red, like a piece. The flowering period is from May to September, and the fruiting period is from September to June.
At present, there are more than 100 kinds of roses, including white roses, red roses, blue roses, pink roses, light pink roses, yellow roses and double-color roses. In fact, most roses are new varieties developed by improving several common roses.
There are not many original varieties of roses, but at least 15000 varieties have been officially registered after cross breeding. According to the size of roses, they can be divided into four categories: big round, medium round, small round and tendrils. Dallas has crimson flowers, big buds, hard petals, dark green leaves, tall and straight branches and thin thorns. The grading standard is: Grade I, with the length of flower branches more than 60 cm, thick flower branches, full and bright buds, dark green leaves and no pests and diseases. Grade II, the flower branches are 45-60 cm long, with thick flower branches, dense green leaves, full buds and no pests and diseases. Grade ⅲ, the length of flower branches is less than 45cm, the flower branches are thin, the leaves are yellow-green, and the flower buds are slightly damaged.
Hua You Composition 1 1 When the residual snow in winter has not disappeared, fragrant flowers can't help coming out of generate.
Unlike ordinary flowers, fragrant flowers bloom first and then grow leaves. When flowering, the bare brown branches are surrounded by large golden flowers. Look carefully, each flower is made up of some flower tubes like small wind chimes. There are four golden petals standing at the top of the flower tube, leaning back like a fairy's soft waist, which is particularly beautiful. Fragrant flowers are not all blooming, but clusters of flowers, such as amber, topaz and coral. Even in the colorful spring, it looks particularly beautiful and elegant, like a queen wearing a crown.
The queen is not only beautiful in appearance, but also fragrant. It is often "smell the flowers first, then look at the flowers". There is a faint fragrance floating from afar, and the more and more rich fragrance will always make you want to visit her beauty involuntarily. Come closer, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Jasmine honey tea smells like a naughty elf. It slips into your nose, into your throat and into your heart. Suddenly, every pore of your body is stretched out in the bath of fragrance, which is very carefree. Close up, it seems that colorful butterflies are dancing, hardworking bees are busy, and clever birds are singing in the rich aroma. Ah, what a nice smell of spring!
Jiexianghua is not only graceful and fragrant, but also has a beautiful legend. Legend has it that if you tie a knot on the branch of an aromatic flower, you will make a wish and your dream will come true. This year, I may have a wish.
Spring returns to the earth, birds sing happily,
But you don't have time to enjoy this splendid spring.
For everyone, you are busy, from dawn to darkness.
On the fragrant flowers, I solemnly made a wreath and made a pious wish.
May you enjoy the warm spring together as soon as possible.
Ah, I love you, fragrant flower, wishing flower!
Huayou composition 12 lotus, which aroused Zhou Dunyi's interest in the lotus pond; Chrysanthemum, affecting the love affair under the fence of chrysanthemum picking in Tao Qian; These unknown flowers touched my feelings.
After school, I went to the music classroom to send the books back. In a corner of the garden, purple flowers are clustered together, adding a wonderful style to the beautiful campus! The gorgeous purple is touching. I couldn't help walking over and picking up a little flower. The five petals are connected into a whole, and there is nothing special at all. Why is such an ordinary flower so beautiful? Holding a humble flower in my hand, my heart is full of doubts. The breeze blew, and the faint fragrance of flowers came to the nose. I looked up, and the purple flowers were connected and swaying in the breeze. Looking at the little flower in the palm of my hand, I suddenly understood; One, two, is ordinary, unremarkable, but purple flowers can be connected into a sea of flowers, she is unparalleled beauty! Flowers hug tightly, there is no individual, only the whole, that is beautiful and irreplaceable! This reminds me of the recent military training. Under the scorching sun, it was the effort of every player. Fine sweat oozed from his forehead and his clothes were soaked. No one gave up, no one retreated, gritted his teeth and persisted. Even though sweat has blinded us, even at this time, we look so embarrassed, but our team showed neat persistence, our slogan was shocking, and the final victory belonged to our collective.
Slightly moved sore body, beautiful flowers! How long did you attract me and how much did it affect my feelings? A faint flower shadow, eyes with tears hidden, and deep thoughts embedded with tears. The feeling of flowers is a shocking force.
China Excellent Composition 13 "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine ……", which is a popular folk song in China, sings my favorite jasmine.
In spring, jasmine seedlings emerge from the soil, spreading their slender, green and delicate stems to the fullest, and the light green leaves tilt up slightly, like a piece of emerald under the sunlight.
In summer, her leaves become wider, bigger, softer and thinner. Her stem has also hardened. Look up the stem. Wow, bud! At this time, the bud is white, and there is a big hand at the bottom of the bud-the calyx holds the bud tightly, as if afraid of being touched. After a few days, the flower buds protrude from the calyx and gently loosen the petals. At this time, you can already smell the faint fragrance. Finally, on a quiet night, Miss Jasmine shook off her dance skirt: it was divided into two layers, each with six charming white petals, and in the middle of the flower, under the protection of the two petals, a small cluster of short blue stamens stood out. Now, she can no longer keep the fragrance of flowers, and the elegant and pleasant jasmine fragrance permeates the whole room, making people feel fresh and natural.
In autumn, when jasmine blooms, it is replaced by more leaves. Her leaves are thicker and harder, and her stems are thicker and thicker. Jasmine, which was previously hidden in green, has become a lush dark green bonsai.
In winter, some of her leaves will fall off, but some will stay on the branches. Whenever I am tired of reading and look up to rest my eyes, I can always see this piece of green.
Now, I look at the pot of jasmine and hum the familiar Jasmine, as if I saw the scene of jasmine blooming again this summer.
A few white petals embrace clusters of yellow flower cores, and it becomes my favorite jasmine flower.
Speaking of why I love Emily, there is a story!
That was when I was seven years old. Summer is coming, and jasmine flowers are quietly blooming. Although it's not fragrant, it's not attractive to me because it's too small and the color is not bright enough. Soon, it rained heavily. Jasmine fell, fell on the plate, fell on the ground. I don't care at all.
But the next day, the wind stopped. When I went out, I saw the dark green leaves of Jasmine, just like the "green color" written in the article. What surprises me even more is that the green leaves are actually mixed with countless glittering and translucent silver and jade buds! At night, the buds are in full bloom, and the house is full of the fragrance of jasmine.
I'm beginning to be fascinated by it!
I looked at its small flower core and thought it was really exquisite. Although there is no exquisite color, it is simple, natural and pure, but it is lovely without modification. I took a deep breath of its fragrance and found it more fragrant than any flower for the first time.
What a relief!
Another summer, Canna put on a red robe and a yellow coat, and proudly raised her head. Lotus poses as a "water fairy", waiting for people to appreciate it. But I just greedily suck the fragrance of jasmine and taste the sweetness of jasmine tea.
Didn't that little white flower dedicate a pure heart to everyone?
Molly, you are pure, you are beautiful and you are noble.
I also want to become a small jasmine flower, selflessly giving my fragrance to human beings in exchange for everyone's laughter.
Ah, Molly. "Everyone loves fragrance."
Few people don't like flowers, especially women. There are often articles comparing women to flowers. Of course, this refers to some beautiful women. The names of women with flowers are numerous, although vulgar, but also more vivid.
I like flowers, and I also like planting flowers. When my children were at my grandmother's house in Tongcheng, an old teacher used a big yard not far from home to raise all kinds of flowers. In spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, the yard is really colorful and dazzling. He also sells flowers, so I often choose one from his yard. I bought two pots of flowers that are easy to move and took them back to work. Later, many a mickle makes a mickle, and the small balconies were packed. Although I have a high interest in growing flowers, because I can't handle them, the flowers I have painstakingly moved back from far away are only flowerpots and mud, and only one honeysuckle grows well. I trimmed it like an umbrella. When the flowers bloom, they are golden, silvery and fragrant, and the door is open.
Now I have flowers on the platform upstairs. It was like this at first. The flowers are fragrant and the leaves are lovely, but I often forget to water them. When I think of it, no matter at noon, when the sun is shining tightly, I go to the tap to pick up a bucket of water and pour it on thirsty flowers. I accidentally remembered that it was time to fertilize them a while ago, so I fully fertilized each plant. The bad news is that in a few days, their leaves were burnt and smashed. I couldn't bear to pull them out, but I watered them as usual, trying to save their lives. It's no use knowing that. No, I just left some flowerpots. Fortunately, there are two sunflowers here, which makes the platform less deserted and lonely.