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Cool breeze, with air from the north; Although it is slightly cold, it gives people a hearty taste. The wind from the north brought the guests from the north to this southern land. Just like a warm current, although it is only a moment, it dispels the chill of late autumn.
I don't know if you have seen cherry blossoms falling all over the sky. In my opinion, it's an instant, it's eternity.
Maybe it's just an accident for you, but for me, it seems to break the cold silence. That's not a flash of lightning, because it's not as beautiful as you. You are the cloud written by Xu Zhimo, leaving an indelible projection in my heart. There is no need for more intersection between you and me. Meeting is our whisper.
Have you ever seen cherry blossoms full of branches? Some people say that drowning in the sea of cherry blossoms is a wonderful enjoyment of life. Unfortunately, March is not spring, and there are no cherry blossoms all over the mountain. But it doesn't matter, a perfect life only needs one cherry blossom, and one is enough; It's really beautiful. It's enough to ask once in a lifetime. When the petals quietly leave the flowers and take nothing away, they write the most beautiful chapters in life, only fleeting symphonies and the swan song of nature.
You never demand anything, even if you are drunk, you have to dream like this. You once said that sometimes, life does not need eternity, and the moment may be a regret, but it is an insurmountable beauty; Because of the moment, it is memorable, and because it is only a moment, it is impossible to surpass it in the future. You also said that people always like to pursue eternity. Perhaps, the real eternity is jokingly hidden in this moment, and in a twinkling, it has passed. And eternity and instant, you would rather choose the latter, because you can accept regret, but you can't stand it.
And I, like a drunk, have been unconscious in your smile. Your whisper makes me look like a fool. I don't care about the fleeting sadness in your eyes.
Petals dance lightly in the air, like gentle snowflakes, drawing elegant curves. People who are intoxicated with falling flowers are blinded by the beauty of this moment. They forget that the fallen flowers are flying, and there is always a time to land, forgetting that the earth is the bell of this dance. The most beautiful moment is the end moment. All the fallen flowers are gorgeous, leaving behind endless sorrow for those who regret it.
Some things can't be treasured until they are lost. But there are some things, no matter how you take care of them, you can't do without them. When you quietly end the fallen flowers you meet on the road of life, just tell me with two tears that say happiness that you were not a flower watcher with bitterness when you left.
What about me?
I think of your words, maybe that moment is eternity.
I have no trace of sadness. What you left me is eternity. Needless to say, it has been engraved in my heart.
I just care, will you enjoy the fallen flowers with me in your world next year?
2. The composition has fallen out [the composition has fallen out] Argument, argument, argument, argument, argument. ...
Only the fallen petal members were speechless and turned into mud and dust;
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet. ...
He Chunguang died and never returned, and there was no news again, and his composition also fell out.
Recall, fight for Yan;
It's easy to move from time to time while showing off your glory.
Spring is not over, the words of falling red are awkward, and the flowers fall and hurt the body.
Already! During the Spring and Autumn Period, the order of generations changed gradually, and the composition of grade three was ignored.
Prosperity and decline are not temporary, there are constant ups and downs;
Life is flashy, and the spring soil is ups and downs;
Zhu Hua is easy to rest, and his youth is no longer coming.
Peng Yanzhou, a junior 3 student of Zhangcheng Middle School in Qidong County, Hengyang City, Hunan Province
3. The composition entitled "Falling Flowers" has a shallow breeze and a faint floral fragrance. On this spring day, everything is so calm and unpredictable. The withered flowers that began to sway in winter escaped the torture of severe winter, but withered in warm spring. Although the epiphyllum is short-lived, the delicate flower makes people want to protect it, but what does this flower get with this dead flower on its back?
A sarcastic smile? Gross? I can't help but gush out these words in my mind and feel sad subconsciously. It is not as rich as peony, not as fragrant as osmanthus; Lotus flowers are not stained with mud, and daisies are not flowing among thousands of flowers. It may be the king of flowers before it dies, gorgeous and incomparable, but everything has become the past. It lost the bottom line of pride and confidence, lost its beautiful appearance and everything. It is resisting and persisting. I am afraid that it will fall into cruelty in the face of happiness while recalling the previous scenes.
It's just a small falling flower, and I'm afraid it can only be found in Gong Zizhen: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud will protect the flower more." Find the only consolation in poetry. I'm afraid it still doesn't understand why and how it was eliminated.
In the fleeting years, it is longing, it is intoxicated, it is sighing, it is despair, and as the days go by, it loses hope again and again. When you open your eyes, you will find another cruel day, and the same is true. You can only look up with humble self-confidence, eager for every compliment and cherish, but it is swept away and stifles self-confidence.
It is blaming, blaming this relentless March; It is blaming and blaming the ignorance of the world; It can only wait, wait for the cold night, wait for the day when there is no more contempt. Get through the pain day after day, endure the cold pain that erodes your heart and freeze your emotions.
Like other flowers, it wants to let go, but it is unwilling. It is a proud flower, which is used to praise. Habits are hard to forget. When life is coming to an end and the stage of life is over, the things you once owned are the most bitter and difficult to swallow. You can't calmly say, "Let bygones be bygones."
It is precisely because of the comparison in the past that we can't give up, so we persist, so we suffer more cold and go away with despair and resentment, which is not as good as other general winds and clouds.
Gently pick up this fallen flower, and I hold it carefully in my hand, even if it only brings a little comfort to it, even if it is only pity. ...
Warm March, in this spring day, is full of sadness, just like coffee that is too strong to melt. The air is heavy; The weather is hot and cold. Just for a funeral, for a flower funeral. ...
Falling flowers ...
She is a fallen flower on the topic of falling flower.
In previous lives, she was a beautiful fallen flower, and no one knew her name. Under the kiss of autumn wind, she called. Like a child, she left her mother's body and found something in her world with the wind. She is full of excitement and curiosity, and she wants to move on.
Suddenly, it was picked up by a pair of warm hands. A pair of affectionate eyes looked at her piteously. She knew that she would stay for her whole life for these eyes, which she treasured in her bookmark. He preserved her beauty, and he named her "Forget Me". She fell in love with his talent, fell into affectionate eyes and left a heart for him. They stayed together for four years. Immersed in his eyes for four years. When she naively thought that this gaze could become eternal. . .
In the red sedan chair, he married his bride, and her broken heart was still full of blessings in the suona sound. She was forgotten for four years. . . She waited for him to appear in the book.
He never allowed anyone to tidy up his study, and his books and study became his wife's only hanging heart. The door of the study was quietly opened. . . The woman with long hair opened the book with slender hands. The woman put her in the palm of her hand and stared at her with puzzled eyes. She saw the contemptuous smile on the woman's lips, and she returned to the pile of books. . .
He was drunk and she walked into his dream crying. The woman got angry and rushed into the study. Her beauty and waiting heart died in the friction of women. Dreaming that she said goodbye to him with tears in her eyes, he woke up and rushed into the study. On one side is a tearful wife, and on the other side is broken red all over the floor. He married a wife. Still so affectionate, "fool, it's not worth it for that fallen flower." His wife laughed and was coaxed away.
He went to pick up the fallen flowers, but he didn't know that they were broken and could never be picked up again. He wrapped the fallen flowers in a handkerchief and buried them under the osmanthus tree in front of the door. That night, osmanthus fell to the ground.
After a lifetime of reincarnation, the Buddha pitied her bitter acacia and persistent affection and gave her my name. Her past life.
It was the season of falling flowers, and it rained all night. When I wake up, my tears are soaked in my spring shirt, and the flowers are all over the court, adding new worries. Here he comes. Just like an affectionate eye god in a previous life, he gently held her hand and stroked the piano. He said that she was the love of his life and gave up everything. They met and stayed together for life and built a small building by the stream. His affection made her want everything. She began to believe in eternity again, playing the piano for her forever, naively thinking that love is everything, and she wants nothing but to be with him. Love is in the cycle of time, and the monotonous life makes him calm down slowly. He loved her, but he began to be unhappy. This is a real heart fighting against love. He is still listening to her play the piano, but his heart is not here, and he begins to miss his world, where he has his glory and his pride as a man, and there is only her. . .
Gradually, he stopped listening to her play the piano and sat alone by the stream. Her piano music is more sad and sad. Then he doesn't know that his heart is not here. . .
Her heart began to break, and he didn't know it yet.
That spring morning, there were no fragrant teas and piano music, only flowers and a piece of red paper that fell to the ground. He ran to the stream like crazy, and a beautiful flower like her suddenly appeared in a clear stream, just like the fragrance under the flower tree in previous lives. . .
The Buddha asked her what kind of change she wanted in the afterlife. She requires plain appearance and delicate heart, and she wants to be thousands of miles away from him. Not to give up anything, but to give yourself and him one more reason to love and not to love. . .
The challenge of middle age
The soft sunshine gently walked into the classroom,
Spread it evenly on the book.
Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
The breath of autumn permeates the whole world leisurely.
Outside the window,
Showing off colorful flowers all summer and autumn,
Reluctantly left behind,
Smoke used to be like petals,
Quietly fall in my heart.
5. Write an 800-word article with fallen flowers as the content. People praise the blooming flowers, but few people love and praise the fallen flowers. Some people always complain about the sadness of falling flowers and don't understand amorous feelings. However, I deeply like fallen petal, and I also want to praise him.
When it comes to fallen flowers, everyone will have such a picture in their mind,' it rained all day, and the fallen flowers were scattered all over the floor', and' it was turned into mud and ground into dust' is her portrayal. What is the beauty of such flowers? But do you remember that she was once a "big lady who was loved by thousands of people?" Do you remember that you once praised her? "Ye Fei is full of frost and tears."
Do you know why flowers wither? You may not hesitate to say, "The flower is too delicate to stand the wind and rain, so it falls down." In fact, flowers are also very strong. They fell in love with the next generation. Gong Zizhen once said: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Falling flowers sacrificed themselves, and when they were "old", they fell down with the help of the wind and became "spring mud", making the final contribution to future generations and mankind.
Actually, the fallen flowers are beautiful. Beauty refers not only to charming appearance, but also to inner beauty. And often the inner beauty is more memorable. If there were no fallen flowers, how could the flowers on the tree bloom so brilliantly? Falling flowers have exchanged their external beauty for the beauty and inner beauty of the next generation. And this is even more amazing.
In fact, we should be like a fallen flower, don't miss the prosperity of that branch, don't boast about our achievements, "fall down" when others need it without regret, make contributions to others and society, and be a truly beautiful person, not vain, not afraid of self-sacrifice, and generous.
Falling flowers are actually beautiful!
6. The fallen flowers in memory 800 The sky that stopped raining was grayer and older, and many fallen flowers floated head-on. The sound of wind and rain last night is like our memory of fallen flowers.
Mom, are the memories of the past still in your heart?
"Only sorrow from the sky, whip refers to the end of the world. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers. " When I was a child, you led me to swim proudly in the ocean of poetry. I opened my round eyes and asked, "Mom, what is falling red?" You said with a smile, "'falling red' means that the falling petals float to the ground and become spring mud, making the next flower grow faster." I seem to smell the smell of spring mud. I saw your smiling face in this lingering fragrance.
Those flowery past events danced with the wind and turned into a piece of spring mud in my heart.
Flying petals slowly fall, I picked up a leaf, can not help but recall the past. When I was a child, you took me to the backyard garden, where there were green grass, colorful flowers, sunshine and trees. This is your favorite place to take me. I walked with my feet stretched out in the grass, and occasionally I met a few finches. They all flew to the treetops and chattered. Pick a flower, smell its fragrance, come to your side and give it to you. At this time, the wind is blowing and countless petals are floating in the air. You smiled and I danced happily. You picked up some dog tail grass and woven it into a villain. I put a flower on the villain, and you smiled and said, "You are just like this villain, growing up healthily in the fragrance of flowers." Countless petals fell into my hands, and I waved them gently, letting them rotate in the wind, like the memory of falling flowers.
"Scattered into mud and rolled into dust, only the fragrance remains." The chaotic petals have gradually turned into spring mud in the fleeting time, but there is still a fragrance lingering in my heart for a long time.
Time flies and I grow up slowly. Those long memories eventually turned into spring mud dust, but my heart was more mature and happy. I walked gently along the path, sowing the seeds of hope one after another, hoping that the fragrant spring mud would destroy them and promote their rapid growth.
Flowers bloom, fog is heavy, and life is long. You share these memories with me. On the road of life, those memories of you and me are like falling flowers, floating on the earth, making the hope in our hearts sprout and grow!
7. Fallen Flower Self-report Composition: Fallen Flower Self-report is more than 450 words.
In the morning, on the way to the classroom, the breeze blew and the flowers came face to face with the cool wind. Suddenly, the white flower hiding from the morning glory fell heavily from the air to the top of the head, and it suddenly got a fright. I quickly stopped and looked up curiously. The white flowers full of trees come into view, giving people full visual enjoyment, as if every flower is competing to open its most beautiful posture. No matter how many beautiful flowers there are in the world, they just want to seriously complete the only bloom in this life under the bright sunshine! How can we humans compensate for this? In school, we should strive to make achievements, in the workplace and on the battlefield. In fact, each of us is a unique flower, and 80% of life A is spent in competition. Every process is full of competition, just to prove to others that I can do it It seems that in this society where people die for wealth and birds die for food, striving for beauty is our eternal mission! Since the world requires us to have a heart that dares to challenge and compete, then compete and show it! Let each of us become a flower full of pride and complete a precious bloom vigorously in this life! Since we can only develop our value in the storm, let the storm come more violently! Let's use the confidence of "and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" and the courage of "hitting the water for three thousand miles" to achieve brilliant and grateful achievements in this life.
8. Composition Imitation "The Beauty of Falling Flowers" April is the time when spring warms bloom. Peach blossoms in the community are blooming on a grassy lawn, pink flowers are set off on slender branches, and six petals keep swaying in the breeze, just like a lovely child's face, smiling at passers-by! Unfortunately, a burst of cold air hit, and the flowers just blooming on the branches jumped into the embrace of the earth. They fell into the colorful flowers, reminding me of a famous sentence in Gong Zizhen's Poems in the Sea: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Looking at the fallen flowers on the lawn, I can't help wondering, why do you think he fell in love with this great poet from Zizhen? Do all literati have different hobbies from ours?
I ran to my mother's room with this question and asked her, "mom, why does this great scholar like falling flowers?" It's really weird. What's so beautiful about ruined flowers? " After hearing this, my mother couldn't help laughing and patiently said to me, "Hey, good boy, you really don't understand that attacking He Zizhen isn't about praising the beauty of the fallen petal, but that the fallen petal has the valuable quality of sacrificing itself for others." Out of curiosity, I observed the fallen flowers on the grass downstairs for several days. I found that the first fallen flower was fresh and tender at first, but it soon turned yellow, reduced in size, and finally merged with the land. I think the rotten fallen flowers must have become nutrients, fertilizing the trees, making them thrive and bear huge fruits.
There are many such examples in life. I can grow up healthily without my mother's teaching. My mother's teaching is the same as falling flower's performance. With my mother's continuous efforts, I will make continuous progress.
I want to learn from the fallen petal and learn its spirit of giving up for others.
9. The Revelation of Falling Flowers 400 words Nature is a wonderful world with many amazing mysteries.
In sunny and cool summer, I come to visit East Lake Park. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw a pair of butterflies dancing in the air, just like the legendary butterfly lovers.
I immediately became interested and ran along their flight route. When they came to a bunch of flowers, they stopped and stayed motionless on the petals.
I finally couldn't help it. I reached out to catch a butterfly, but I didn't move as fast as them. I missed the air and surprised a large group of butterflies among the flowers. Huh? Why didn't I find it in the first place? It turned out that they hid themselves with their camouflage colors.
I'm more and more interested in finding other butterflies carefully. In a short time, I found several butterflies, the most interesting of which was a dark green butterfly, which really looked like a leaf. I had a hard time finding it.
As early as World War II, Vanovic Shi, a butterfly research expert, invented camouflage clothing on the basis of butterfly camouflage clothing, which combined the protection, deformation and imitation of butterflies and put hundreds of important military facilities in butterfly-like camouflage. This is the magical butterfly-like "camouflage suit". If I can invent a kind of clothes made according to the reflective principle of butterfly phosphorus powder, it will change color with the illumination of light, and people will have a colorful dress, how cool it would be! The mysteries of nature are endless, waiting for us to discover and explore.