2. Description of Violet There is a description of violet in a famous article: Vanity Violet [Li] A violet grows in a quiet garden.
She has beautiful little eyes and delicate petals. She lives among female companions, content with her petite figure and swinging happily in the dense grass.
One morning, she looked up with a crown made of dew and looked around. She found a graceful rose, so graceful, reminiscent of a jade candlestick with a bright red flame. Violet opened her sky-blue mouth and sighed, "How humble I am in the fragrant grass, and I can hardly be seen in other flowers."
Nature makes me so small and pathetic. I am getting closer and closer to the ground, unable to touch the blue sky and turn my face to the sun like a rose. "
Rose trembled with laughter when she heard the violet beside her, and then said, "You are such a stupid flower! You don't know your own happiness at all. Nature has given you beauty, fragrance and exquisiteness that other flowers rarely give. Abandon wrong ideas and empty fantasies and be satisfied with your destiny. You know, meekness will make you strong, and whoever asks too much will lose everything. "
Violet replied, "Oh, Rose, you come to comfort me, because you have everything I can only imagine." You are so beautiful that you use clever words to whitewash my smallness, but what do those happy comforts mean to the unfortunate people? The strong who preach to the weak are always cruel! "nature was surprised to hear the dialogue between rose and violet, so she asked loudly," oh, daughter, what's wrong with you, my violet? "I know you have always been humble and patient, you are gentle and docile, you are poor and noble.
Are you conquered by empty wishes and meaningless pride? Violet answered her in a pleading voice: "Oh, my mother, you are omnipotent and compassionate! I am full of warmth and hope to ask you to grant my request and turn me into a rose, even if it is only for one day! " Nature said, "You don't know what you are asking for. You don't understand, there are unpredictable disasters hidden behind the glamorous appearance.
When I lengthen your torso, change your appearance and turn you into a rose, you will regret it. However, by then, regret will be of no help. "
Violet replied, "Oh, turn me into a rose!" " Become a tall rose and hold your head high proudly! No matter what happens in the future, I will bear it myself! "So, nature said," Oh, stupid and disobedient violet, I will give you your wish! However, if misfortune and disaster suddenly befall you, it's your own fault! "Nature reached out her invisible finger and touched the root of the violet-in a flash, the violet became a blooming rose, standing above all the fragrance. In the afternoon, the sky suddenly clouded, rolled up a whirlwind, thunder rumbled, and countless armies composed of strong winds and heavy rains suddenly attacked the garden; Their attack broke branches, twisted stems and uprooted proud flowers.
There is nothing in the garden except those flowers and plants that grow close to the ground or hide in cracks in rocks. That quiet garden suffered more disasters than other gardens.
When the wind stopped, all the flowers died, and they were scattered like dust in the garden. After the storm, only the violets hiding by the hedge were safe and sound. A violet looked up and saw the changes of flowers and trees. She greeted her companion with a happy smile: "Look, what the storm has turned those conceited flowers into!" " "Another violet said," we grow very close to the ground.
We escaped the storm. "The third plant shouted," We were so fragile, but the tornado didn't beat us! " At this moment, the purple queen looked around and suddenly saw a rose that was a violet yesterday.
The storm pulled her up from the soil, and the strong wind swept away her petals and left her on the wet grass. She was lying on the ground, like a person who was shot by an enemy arrow.
The purple queen straightened up, unfolded the small leaves, greeted her female companions and said, "Look, look, my daughters! Look at this violet. In order to show off her beauty, she wants to be a rose, even for an hour. Let this scene be a lesson for you. "
The dying rose sighed, gathered her last strength and replied in a weak voice, "Listen to me, you stupid and humble flowers, listen, storms and tornadoes have frightened you!" " Yesterday, like you, I hid in the green grass and was content with my fate. This satisfaction gave me shelter in the storm of life.
The meaning of my whole existence is contained in this sense of security. I never ask for a little more peace and enjoyment than this humble existence. Oh, I could have grown up close to the ground like you, waiting for winter to cover me with snow, and then I could have accepted the peace of death and nothingness with you.
However, I can only do this. If I don't know the secret of life, this is an unknown violet race. Once upon a time, I could suppress all my wishes and not think about those unique flowers.
But I listened to the silence of the night, and I heard the higher world say to our world,' The purpose of life is to pursue something higher and farther than life.' At this time, my heart can't help but resist myself.
My heart longs to rise to a higher place than myself. Finally, I betrayed myself, and I pursued what I didn't have until my anger turned into strength and my yearning turned into the will to create.
At that time, I asked nature-you know, nature is just a reflection of some of our secret fantasies-and I asked her to turn me into a rose. She did it.
Just as she often uses her admiring and encouraging fingers to change her designs and sketches! Rose was silent for a moment, then proudly and condescendingly added, "I made roses for an hour, and I spent this hour like a queen." I look with rose eyes.
3. Observe the composition of life violets. Violet for observing life
Early in the morning, I woke up and smelled a faint fragrance. I'm going to see violets soon. They really blossomed.
Violets have blossomed a lot, and some petals have all spread out, revealing purple stamens; Some are in bud; Some only show a small bone flower. Some violet branches are bent, like a modest scholar; Some leaves are like melon seeds; Some leaves have just sprouted and are as sharp as a nib; Some leaves get together, like straw hats.
There are so many flowers, one is bigger than the other, and the other is more fragrant, which makes people crazy.
Looking at the quiet and beautiful violet, I thought, I wish I were a violet! I can play with the sun, sleep with the moon, be nourished by rain and dew, make people happy because of my fragrance, let birds sing my beauty, and let me add fragrance to the motherland.
4. tenacious violet composition Violets are not only beautiful in appearance, but also tenacious in vitality.
When I first saw the violet, I was deeply attracted by its appearance. Suddenly, I was shocked and couldn't help saying, "Wow, it's beautiful!" " "It-violet is a kind of herb, with sharp and long leaves, shiny surface and purplish red color. The leaves look more beautiful in the sunlight. They huddled together, laughing, playing and talking ... among the leaves, they held purple flowers, deep and shallow, like a shy little girl hiding inside; Like a flower girl in purple.
I gently and carefully "picked up" the flowers with my hands and smelled them. What is that smell! The faint fragrance of flowers makes me feel very happy! Today, when I was standing and staring, Violet pieced together a purple picture, which made people seem to have entered a dream, which eliminated my troubles and fatigue and made me extremely relaxed and relaxed. I am immersed in the brilliance of violet flowers, and only the joy of life is in my heart.
There is a faint fragrance here. Suddenly, I remembered my original violet. It used to grow luxuriantly. Under my careful care, the violets spread out intermittently. Bright violets actually grew on my downstairs window and looked up at the bottom of the building. "Wow, it's spectacular! How beautiful! " After a few days, I went to someone else's house to play. When I got home, I suddenly remembered: Oh, no, I haven't watered violets for so many days. Will you die? So, I asked with suspicion and came to Violet's side. When I looked intently, Violet was not dead, but alive.
I thought to myself, how tenacious the vitality of violets is, and it is a miracle that they bloom so densely for so many days! When people and flowers encounter misfortune, we should be full of energy and work hard in order to succeed. We should cherish life like violets. In the face of harsh environment, we should summon up courage, fight against death and stand up again.
5. About 550 words about the poem composition about violets, violets leave a fragrance on their ankles, which is forgiveness.
Violets are still noble in winter. At this point, she is neck and neck with wintersweet. The delicate flowers are standing in the snow, accompanying Chimonanthus praecox alone, enjoying the cold and pleasant winter and singing the winter March! When the child saw her, he couldn't help admiring: "There are such beautiful flowers in winter!" "
In the warmth of spring, the heat of summer, the coolness of autumn and the coldness of winter, you haven't changed at all. You are the most beautiful all year round. I really envy you!
Violet petals are very big, five-pointed star-shaped, and stamens are very long, as if to involve people. Pale blue petals and pale yellow stamens are crazy. Roses will envy her elegant temperament, Clivia will envy her unique qualities. She, elegant, beautiful and fragrant, always shows the most dazzling side when the crowd is full of flowers. Among the flowers with violets, roses, wild roses and lily of the valley can't compare with her! No matter when she is beautiful, energetic and asleep, she is equally eye-catching and the first flower to be discovered.
6. Is Violet's article Wisteria Falls? I can't help but stop.
I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lavender hanging in the air like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. Just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.
The spring here has faded, and there are no flower watchers and butterflies around the bees. Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively!
"I have blossomed!" They are laughing.
"I have blossomed!" They shouted.
Every ear of flowers blooms above and waits for release below. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a full sail, under which is a pointed bottom and a bulging cabin; Like a smile that can't help laughing, it is about to bloom. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.
But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. Flowing, taking away the anxiety and sadness that have been pressing on my heart these years. This is a secret about life and death and brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only spiritual peace and joy of life.
In addition to the brilliance here, there is also a faint fragrance. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if trying something. Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted. At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption. I once thought regretfully: I will never see the vines here again.
After so many years, the vines have blossomed again, and they are so full and dense. Purple waterfalls cover the thick branches of the disc, flowing and flowing to people's hearts.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is a flower among thousands of flowers, and it is also a flower, which constitutes a gorgeous flowing waterfall among thousands of flowers.
In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.
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7. Who has a beautiful article about violets? According to Greek mythology, Venus, the goddess in charge of love and beauty, was reluctant to go because of her lover's long journey, and crystal tears fell on the soil. The next spring, she sprouted and produced beautiful and fragrant flowers. This is violet.
When we apply flower language in social life, we should pay attention to several aspects:
First, the flower language between countries and nations should not be arbitrarily mixed. You must ask for a ban before entering the country, so as not to be rude or make people laugh. For example, in many European countries, it is forbidden to use chrysanthemums when sending flowers, and chrysanthemums are considered as cemeteries. Japanese interior decoration, avoid using chrysanthemums, think chrysanthemums are not quaint. Germans don't send tulips, they think they are heartless flowers.
Second, the color of flowers should not be sloppy. Europeans take flowers as gifts and generally avoid using white flowers; The French avoid yellow flowers and think that yellow flowers symbolize disloyalty; Brazilians will avoid yellow roses because they symbolize the separation of relatives and friends. In our country, all white flowers or all yellow flowers are only used for sad and painful occasions, not for festive occasions.
Third, pay attention to the selection of varieties according to specific objects. For example, send pines and cypresses bonsai to the elderly. I wish him a long life, which is true; It is not appropriate for you to send pine and cypress bonsai to the old man who is ill in hospital, because the patient is struggling on the line of life and death, and it is appropriate to make him feel happy and full of energy with flowers, so as to wish him an early recovery; I wish you a long life after your recovery. When the old man was ill, he was unhappy when he saw the pine and cypress and thought of the mausoleum. When Japanese people visit patients, the flowers rooted in Yanji (such as potted flowers and cyclamen) are pronounced in Japanese. The former sleeps together and the latter dies together. Also avoid sending camellia, because when camellia withers, the whole flower head falls to the ground, which is also considered unlucky. Most Europeans avoid fragrant flowers when visiting patients. The size of flowers also varies from person to person. Middle-aged people should avoid using small flowers, and young people should avoid using large flowers.
Fourth, for the flower of love, we should know the flower language with different meanings. There are many choices to express the flower of love in our country. You can choose at will. The three sisters of Chinese rose all represent the love between men and women, unlike many restrictions abroad. Camellia, peach blossom, peach blossom, begonia and narcissus can be used in general love occasions. Peony said goodbye to his lover, Haitang said his relatives, honeysuckle and pomegranate got married, and Furong was a sad yearning for the couple to say goodbye forever. It is said that young men and women in Europe and America send a rose as a courtship, a magnolia as a consent and a carnation as a refusal.
Violet flower language: eternal beauty.
In the shade of the forest, Violet came late, as if waiting for her little sister. So strawberry took a few steps to catch up, and the two sisters met in the Woods. This is a pair of sisters in spring. A lavender violet has five petals, and a white strawberry has a golden heart. -Russian Prishvin "Meet"
The legend of violet:
According to Greek mythology, Venus, the goddess in charge of love and beauty, was reluctant to go because of her lover's long journey, and crystal tears fell on the soil. The next spring, she grew branches and produced beautiful and fragrant flowers, which were violets.
Violet originated in southern Europe and is very popular in Europe and America. Its flowers are faint and fragrant, and Europeans use it as perfume, which is very popular with ladies. In medieval southern Germany, it was also a custom to hang the first bunch of newly picked violets on the mast every year to celebrate the return of spring to the world.
The first violet in my life:
Mr. Zhou Shoujuan, a famous modern writer in China, loved violets all his life, formed an indissoluble bond with violets and told a romantic love story. When Zhou Shoujuan graduated from middle school and stayed as a teacher, she met a woman named Zhou by chance. She is lively and beautiful and likes her very much. Have frequent contacts with her, and talk about marriage. However, Zhou's family is rich, while Zhou Shoujuan's family is poor. Yin Ping's parents were firmly opposed and betrothed her to someone else. Yin Ping is a weak woman, so she has no choice but to submit to humiliation. She has an English name Violet. Because Zhou Shoujuan was obsessed with her, she gave her affection to Violet. Violet flowers are placed on her desk, and purple ink is used to write articles and letters. She also built the "Violet Temple" in Suzhou and founded a publication called Violet.
Morphological characteristics of violets;
Violet, scientific name Matthiola incana, also known as grass violet, grass Gui Xiang and melon pair, belongs to the genus Violet in Cruciferae. Biennial or perennial herbs, plant height is 20-60cm, the whole plant is densely covered with white fine hairs, the single leaves are alternately obovate, gray-green, and the racemes are terminal or axillary. Flowers are red, purple, white, rose red, 2 cm in diameter, 4 petals, fragrant, and cultivated varieties are often double petals. The natural flowering period is from March to May, and the fruit ripening period is from April to June. Silique is cylindrical, dehiscent at maturity, and its seeds have membranous winglets, with a life span of 4 years.
I like violets, appreciate their special colors and praise their tenacious life.
Violet leaves are very unique. Ye Er, other plants, are almost all green, but it is purple and dark, as if someone had infected it on purpose. Violet leaves are long and narrow, like bamboo leaves, thin and tender.
Violet flowers are red, just like a ruby embedded in a delicate purple boat. Its shape is very small, with three soft petals and a few yellow stamens in the middle, like wearing a small yellow hat. Like a golden butterfly spreading its wings. From a distance, it looks like a group of children playing games together. Really funny!
Violets have tenacious vitality. Once, I forgot to water it for several days. When I went to the balcony to see it again, I found my beloved violet withered, and the purple petals instantly turned khaki, like a wounded soldier falling to the ground. But what I didn't expect was that when I came to see it again a few days later, I was surprised to find that my beloved violet had come back from the dead. The khaki leaves have withered and turned into soil fertilizer in spring, and violets have grown new purple leaves. I was deeply attracted by its spirit.
Ah! Violet, my beloved violet, you have shown me your tenacious spirit, and I will learn from you and be a strong person in life.
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9. How to write a short article about violets? Violet flower language: eternal beauty; Simplicity and virtue.
Violet (blue)-vigilance, loyalty, I will always be loyal.
Violet (white)-Let's seize the chance of happiness.
The legend of violet:
According to Greek mythology, Venus, the goddess in charge of love and beauty, was reluctant to go because of her lover's long journey, and crystal tears fell on the soil. The next spring, she grew branches and produced beautiful and fragrant flowers, which were violets.
Violet originated in southern Europe and is very popular in Europe and America. Its flowers are faint and fragrant, and Europeans use it as perfume, which is very popular with ladies. In medieval southern Germany, it was also a custom to hang the first bunch of newly picked violets on the mast every year to celebrate the return of spring to the world.
Deep in the forest, there is eternal peace. Those tall larches are flourishing, always pulling the wings of birds. Over time, the birds were discouraged from this forest, and only the dark green wind blew through the forest. Year after year, the seasons pass by with the same dance steps, and the soft needle-like fallen leaves pile up layer by layer, giving off some stale smells mixed with the unique fragrance of pine trees.
I don't know who I am. I vaguely remember a graceful girl in white smiling and chasing games with her lover in the forest. Her gorgeous face is as bright as the sunshine leaking from the branches, emitting golden warmth. I ran with her, laughed with her and looked at her beloved through her blue eyes. I don't know who I am, but I can feel her joy and sadness, and feel her heart beating calmly or rapidly. In her love for him, my heart is like a pond rising in midsummer. Even a thin wind and a bright moonlight will ripple happiness.
He came to say goodbye that day, and her hard stay couldn't change his mind. "I want to fulfill my oath, go to the palace on the top of the mountain in the distance and find the brightest star for you. I will decorate you with a corolla inlaid with stars, so that your brilliance will light up every night. "
He left. I felt her despair, and I felt myself turning into water, rolling down from her eyes and falling into a thick bed made of pine needles. Looking up, the world is bigger than before, the pine tree is taller than before, and with her blue eyes, the whole sky is painted with sadness.
After that, she was the only lonely figure in the forest. Her lazy footsteps and dreams generally overflowed the happiness of the past, waiting for the arrival of the future. I looked up at her and saw that my lost lips locked my laughter.
I really want to tell her that I have been with her. I really want to tell her that she is always on his mind. I really want to tell her that I heard the pounding of hooves in the future rushing here, and it was her and his happiness sitting in the saddle.
I tried to look up at her and try to comfort her. I feel that my body grows taller and taller, and those soft pine needles are under my feet. Finally, I pulled out the purple bud, small, in the humid forest, in the lonely spring.
She bent down and looked at me in surprise. It seems that the lips that have been closed for centuries have opened a beautiful smile, which is a little sad and a little pale. "You this purple flower is to comfort me? Your color and fragrance should sway in the palace. How can you stay in such a remote forest? " I looked at her five petals of flowers, and the quiet forest was filled with fresh breath in an instant.
Accompany her day by day, watch her delicate little feet step on the pine needles, and listen to her telling me about the sour waiting and sweet memories. I have one ear to her and the other ear to the future, listening to the sound of hooves and the crisp stars in my pocket. "He won't think of you in this forest, with such beautiful and fragrant flowers. I will wait for him to see the woodland covered by you and surprise him with such a soft, bright and beautiful carpet. "
Smile gently and his return is just around the corner. I see that happiness has sprouted, and I am ready to jointing and bear fruit in the last rain of spring; I saw him and her. I loved each other and carefully put each other in a lifetime dream, ready to entangle my fingers and walk to the end of time.
Here he comes. She was excited by the familiar sound of hooves, her blue eyes were full of misty dreams, and her snow-like skirt danced with eager steps. Finally, when he put the little crowns on her forehead, the brightness and sunshine flowed in the dark forest, and something as clear as water slipped from her eyes. My heart was finally shattered by ecstasy at this moment, and the tiny petals turned into a rain, dyeing the woodland a bright purple.
I am just a purple flower, born in tears of sadness and embraced by happiness; Life is looking forward, happiness is falling.