Epiphyllum is in bloom! On the green leaves of kelp, a delicate bud is trembling slightly. The white jade bud gradually cracked; Snow-white petals peeped out from the middle of the receptacle, one, two and three. . . Beautiful epiphyllum, miraculously blooming at an alarming rate, quietly exudes fragrance.
There is a lily in my yard, and the window of my room faces the lily.
Lily's roots are edible like garlic petals. It is said that it has high nutritional value and can be used as medicine. Lily's stem is very long, with many bright green leaves, which are spirally distributed. There are many bell-shaped lilies hanging at the top of the stem. When the lily reaches a certain time, the flower bone will naturally burst open and grow seven stamens, one of which is pistil and the other six are stamens. Our family.
Lily has a strong vitality and is not afraid of the sun and rain. No matter how dry the weather is, it is still elegant. Lily breeds very fast. As long as the seed falls into the soil, another lily will soon grow. I like this role.
Ah! Lily is not only beautiful, but also strong and versatile. I like it.
3 "The color of the mountain gradually becomes gentle, and the shape of the mountain becomes soft, reaching out like jelly. The water here is slow and haunts every foot of the mountain. On both sides of the gently rippling stream, wild flowers above the horse's head are full, red, yellow, blue, white and purple, colorful, gorgeous as continuous brocade, gorgeous as rosy clouds on the horizon, gorgeous as rainbow on the horizon. "
After a spring rain, the beautiful winter jasmine blooms more beautifully. From a distance, flowers are like small speakers. Look carefully, each flower consists of six petals with a thin stamen in the middle. Its color is bright yellow. A gust of wind blew and there was a faint fragrance.
Jasmine, although not as beautiful as roses, not as noble as peony, not as gorgeous as cuckoo.
It is in bud.
It smells pleasant.
It is light, vulgar and moving.
Delicious and refreshing.
On the delicate branches, jasmine showed a shy little face from the layered green leaves, and the snow-white petals trembled slightly in the breeze, making the air filled with a faint fragrance.
The red flowers of Chinese rose are in full bloom on the branches. The color is so thick and pure, without any noise, just like a burning flame.
A gust of wind blew and the dragonfly shook a few times. It's so charming, just like a girl in a flowered skirt dancing.
The lotus leaf in the pond looks like a colorful sail on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful.
Autumn wind comes, dew becomes frost, leaves fall off and flowers shrink. Only chrysanthemums stand in the wind, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom, colorful and changeable.
7\ Words: A hundred flowers blossom, the grass grows and warblers fly, the flowers are full of vitality, the flowers are fragrant, the flowers are graceful, the flowers are withered, the flowers are in full bloom, the red berries reflect snow, the flowers are dense, they are in bud, colorful, verdant, full of exotic flowers and cattail green.
Sentence: Lotus leaves all over the room look like colorful sails on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful.
Clusters of lilacs, purple is so luxurious, white is so flawless, they are surrounded by each other, like a flower cradle under the breeze.
In the Chinese rose pond, the flowers are blooming brightly, just like colorful clouds falling into the world.
8\ Pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and delicate begonia flowers are in full bloom.
The sky is full of small white flowers dotted with pale green branches and leaves.
Dianthus sticks its head out from the chaotic weeds. Their pink smiling faces are really beautiful!
Morning glory raised its big purple trumpet, as if playing a nice morning song.
In the field, a flaming Chinese milk vetch is like a blazing flame.
The blooming lotus stands on the green stem, looking at the distance like a slim girl.
Some chrysanthemums are fully open, revealing goose yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums are half open, like a shy little girl, especially the budding flower bones, which are particularly beautiful against the green leaves.
Thousands of smiling flowers seem to whisper in a crisp voice: spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Clusters of bright flowers gathered under the leaves, like countless butterflies, spread their wings slightly and stopped in the air, motionless.
The breeze blew, and a shower of flowers fell, just like Shan Ye covered with a colorful brocade quilt.
Looking at a large area of colorful cherry blossoms, I really doubt that the Nine-Day Fairy scattered shredded colored satin on the ground.
Winter jasmine, its color is not as beautiful as roses, its aroma is not as rich as peony, but it is not afraid of the cold and takes the lead in reporting the coming of spring to people with its life.
The blooming epiphyllum is bright and full, dazzling, so elegant and charming; Trembling, dizzy, fragrant, like a white fairy.
Look at the two sky-blue petals of this little flower. Two thin stamens stand high, and the yellowish head quivers slightly, much like a dancing butterfly.
In the flowerpot, there is a lush tulip. The blooming flowers are black, and the slightly scattered petals are like black velvet, emitting bursts of fragrance and refreshing.
The red flowers of Chinese rose are in full bloom on the branches, and the color is so thick and pure, without any noise, just like a burning flame.
A gust of wind blew and the dragonfly shook a few times. It's so charming, just like a girl in a flowered skirt dancing.
The lotus leaf in the pond looks like a colorful sail on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful.
Autumn wind comes, dew becomes frost, leaves fall off and flowers shrink. Only chrysanthemums stand in the wind, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom, colorful and changeable. Speaking of reading, I deeply sigh: I am too bitter and tired, I don't know when it will end, and I rarely find pleasure in it. In fact, reading is a symphony of bitterness and joy. There is joy in bitterness, and there is bitterness in joy. Let's talk about bitterness first Last time, as soon as we finished learning Stealing, I felt deeply: the author felt the surprise of meeting the book, the joy and fear of stealing, and the joy of reading in rainy days. We really should learn from the author and cherish every opportunity to study hard. Reading is miserable. However, if you think about it, it's nothing strange. The ancients had allusions of "hanging the beam from the head" and "biting the bone with a cone", and there was also a famous saying that "learning the sea is endless and sailing hard"; But now there are such sayings as "ten years of cold window" and "ten years of side wall". It seems that reading is difficult. So be prepared to suffer. Secondly, say fun! Although reading is a very bitter thing, it is also very interesting. For example, after studying that group of texts, I came across the importance of reading and many writing methods. When books become a part of our lives, our souls will be enriched. Bitterness and pleasure go hand in hand, and there must be joy when there is bitterness, and there must be bitterness when there is joy. Happiness comes from hardship. In short, reading is difficult, but we enjoy it. As long as we are brave in reading, good at reading and have fun from it, I think all the students here will achieve a lot of success in reading!
On the moonlit night, the breeze caressed the earth, everything fell asleep comfortably, and everything was calm. The moon shed her soft light and gently sprinkled it on my windowsill. I looked at the stars, shining with her tired eyes. A long day passed, and I decided to find the last happiness of the day at this last moment.
I picked up a book of 300 Tang poems and turned it to ... "The moon is now full of the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time." "When will there be a bright moon?" Ask for wine from heaven. " Just when I was still intoxicated with this wonderful artistic conception, an old man dressed in long-sleeved Tsing Yi walked out of it with wine in his hand. Is the poet too white? "Exactly!" He replied. I saw him floating in the air, quite like a fairy. I paused and asked, "Why are the poets' moons all bright, and now it is difficult for the moons to have a place in this high-rise city?"? "Her light seems to be stirred by dust and noise, and it is difficult to see the bright moon!" Taibai smiled: "I'm glad someone yearns for the bright moon in the secular torrent." In fact, isn't the bright moon already rooted in your heart? "He smiled smartly, drank a glass of wine happily and floated away gently.
I froze if I realized something.
Another book opened before my eyes. In the book, Paul and I? Kochakin discussed the value of ideals together. We believe that as long as there are lofty ideals, life will not be mediocre with nothing, and the brilliant aura will shine in life forever.
Unconsciously, time also crawled slowly with the footsteps of the moon for a long time. My heart is bright in the dim light. Reading is like countless hearts colliding again and again, and generate sparks knowledge and thought; When reading, it seems that there is a clear spring washing the dust in my heart; Reading seems to be dancing with countless "elves", and we dance together to create a gorgeous sky.
How happy I am to study!
For the continuation of this happiness, even if it is "brightly lit at night", there is no regret. We often spend day after day and year after year in countless books. However, have you ever found happiness in it? Do you feel happy when an ancient poem directly expresses your thoughts? Do you feel happy when a paragraph is the same as the belief you pursue? Do you feel happy when an article depicts a dream palace in front of your eyes? At least, I dare to say proudly, "I have felt it!" " "Because the flower of happiness has quietly bloomed in this process.
If reading is a happy river, then I would like to be a boat and float to an unknown distance. ...