The poem about the word osmanthus rain is 1. Write a 250-word text similar to osmanthus rain.
In grandpa's yard, there is a osmanthus forest older than me, and my mother often takes me to smell the fragrance of osmanthus. She said that the most elegant flower in the world is osmanthus. Its small petals exude a charming and long fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When osmanthus flowers are in their most charming bloom, the fragrance is really charming. Osmanthus fragrans has become my mother's favorite flower, but I don't think so.
Recently, I read "Sweet-scented osmanthus rain in my hometown" by the female writer Qi Jun. The author's obsession with the fragrance of osmanthus makes me curious about it. With this curiosity, I also found some articles about Osmanthus fragrans, such as Osmanthus fragrans floating through the clouds and Hangzhou: A Rain of Osmanthus fragrans, to see why people like Osmanthus fragrans so much.
"Flowers with rich fragrance are' clear or thick, you can't have both'. Osmanthus fragrans is both pure and rich. It is fragrant and fragrant, and its unique sweet smell can always bring people to a wonderful world. "
"The trees are full of golden flowers, dotted with the delicate season of red leaves. There is also that kind of rich fragrance,' blindly annoying incense' directly hits people's hearts and makes people feel deeply. There is also a faint sweetness in the fragrance, which makes people tired after listening for a long time. " ……
Beautiful sentences and beautiful flowers, the description of osmanthus in the article is so magical and mythical. I was deeply moved when I read it, as if I had come to a dream with fairy tale music fluttering, melted into it and enjoyed a beautiful atmosphere. Slowly, I developed a familiar feeling about osmanthus.
"Osmanthus fragrans can be divided into Osmanthus fragrans, Osmanthus fragrans, Osmanthus fragrans, Osmanthus fragrans ..." I said to my mother, pretending to be worldly, holding my mother's hand, and walked into the Osmanthus fragrans forest downstairs under the Mid-Autumn moonlight.
Far away, I smelled a fragrant aroma and a refreshing wind blew. Look, the swaying osmanthus trees are swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like a golden butterfly, like a silver ribbon, it lingers, floats, falls and floats to the ground. Although there are not so many sweet-scented osmanthus in Qi Jun's hometown, I really feel like Qi Jun said that it has become a "western paradise paved with golden sands", with a strong fragrance, floating on my mother's hair, body and shoes. I stretched out my arms and exclaimed, "osmanthus rain! Mom, this is osmanthus rain! Everything in the original book is true ... how romantic, how wonderful and how dreamy! " I looked up, osmanthus fell on my face, gently, carefully, with the fragrance of flowers, stroking my face and telling me.
Osmanthus fragrans, once did not make me move or be elated, but when I walked into it and listened to the language of flowers all over the sky, its silence was better than sound. At the moment of approaching, it told me all its beauty and all its emotions at the same time. It tells me that its fragrance is pleasant, it tells me that its dance is colorful ... which is not exciting. I was bathed in osmanthus rain. That night was in my dream.
The moon is full and osmanthus flowers are in bloom. This year's osmanthus is particularly fragrant and beautiful.