There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. 1 Spring is in the heart and in the branches. Flowers in spring can always bring people back to a gentle world.
The smile of flowers is clear in the eyes of spring, lush vegetation, the rhythm of everything's recovery, and the warm spring day bathes people's hearts.
That clarity and clarity make the soul full and fragrant when walking.
The best thing in spring is to calm your mind, sit in the sunshine by the window, have a cup of tea, meditate and listen to the sound of flowers.
Life is like flowers blooming and falling, there is no need to catch up. Occasionally let your heart calm down, avoid the world of mortals, watch the flowers bloom and wait for the flowers to fall, and the inner scenery is clear, which is the most beautiful place in your heart.
Green grass and apricot flowers are fragrant. In spring, you don't need to look for it, you don't need to wait, just follow the direction of the sun and you will come back with fragrance.
Choose a spring day, put aside the hustle and bustle of the world, go to that strange place to blow the wind and smell the flowers. Birds are ringing in my ears, and my eyes are full of new green, so that the shallow spring can drive away my troubles and plant a quiet and poetic feeling among the green mountains and green waters of life.
Spring water is born, spring forest is in full bloom, the mountains in spring are full of love, the water is smiling, and it is beautiful to look at the mountains and rivers without talking.
If you look at a flower affectionately, you can read love; Looking at every grass and tree, you will have a simple heart; Looking at nature, you will have more leisure; Looking at spring, you can have more warmth.
If the heart is bright and warm, plant flowers, trees and sunshine in time, just to meet beauty.
Everyone has half an acre of flower fields in his heart. When the wind blows, he will have a meter of sunshine in his heart. With a bright mood, bring a touch of green to his mood and let his heart stretch under the blue sky and white clouds.
Gently twist the verses of the years, and you will hide them in your heart indifferently and live up to them. The warmth and goodwill in those lives will make the pace of progress more and more open.
How many waits do the flowers of the years have to go through before they can enjoy a gorgeous bloom? From the initial stunning to colorful, through prosperity and loneliness.
Just like life, from youth to old age, how exquisite you have to be to be content with the status quo, suffer humiliation and come and go safely.
A flower makes a world, and a smile makes a relationship. Once upon a time, we lowered our eyebrows for a flower, stopped for a cloud, and meditated for a flower.
Who will meet, write childhood memories, who will wait, coincide with flowers, and many times, we understand the affair, but we can't get out of the vicissitudes.
Under the eaves of time, if you are a flower watcher, you will not be anxious or dull, only smell the flowers, not talk about sadness and joy, and the days in Micari will be very long.
In one's life, I have seen several beautiful scenery, and it is enough to pass through a flower.
If life is a walking flower, the process of flowering is the process of awakening, from germination to bud, to prosperity, life is full of flowers, just a few days.
Time waits for no one, flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes and spring comes. How can people not cherish it!
Pick a bunch of flowers and put them deep in your heart, no matter how many flowers bloom, just to smile. As long as there is a scene in my heart, where is the incense? Time will always be kind to everyone who loves it.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Composition 2 is a little warm, and others can't give it. In the process of extravagant hope, it is better to give it to yourself, so there is no thought.
There is a scene in my heart, and flowers are full of paths.
In my opinion, April is the most romantic scenery in spring. A hundred flowers blossom, and the whole world is the purest and most certain flower fragrance. Full of the mood of blooming in one season, but also happy with the indifferent complex of falling flowers. "Autumn flowers have fallen, but spring has come." At a certain stage of life, people have tasted all kinds of flavors of life. When the beauty in their hearts has been precipitated by years, there will be a kind of indifferent mood. In the ideal country, there is a scene, and flowers will be full of paths.
April, in such a romantic season, was born, spread, grew up, and changed its face from arrival to departure. In fact, a person is also multifaceted. In front of parents, it is a bitter face; In front of friends, it is a crazy look; In front of lovers, they pretend to be perfect; When I am alone, I show my weakness; In a strange crowd, return to the standard quiet appearance.
April with people, not only like these, but also invisible, intangible, unexpected, and many unexpected looks. If these external appearances are hard to distinguish, I agree. Because, my heart has been shrouded in April rain for too long, as if separated by a fence, and I can't get into the colorful flowers in April.
The scenery in April is clearly in front of us, but we can't see, touch or think of it. This is clearly "being in Cao Cao and being in Han". The equation of life is sometimes like enough paper. Perhaps, the realistic and comfortable life really makes me lazy. I haven't touched my heart throb for a long time. My fingers seem stiff on the keyboard and my thinking seems to be a little dull. I can't break down the multiplicity of things and people for a while, and my vocabulary and language have become so pale.
You can't leave a blank code word, let alone a better article.
Without scenery in my heart, it is difficult to unify thoughts and actions. Even if the flowers are full of paths, I am afraid of rushing by. You can't hide your shortcomings. If you hide them, they will always be shortcomings. Don't exaggerate your advantages. If you exaggerate, it's not your strong point.
A hard stone can give life; A pinch of soil can be vivid; A pool of stagnant water can make waves rise at first. A painting must be left blank to be a good painting; Print a book and leave a blank around the world for easy reading. When building a house, leave some land for sunshine, air and gardens to improve the quality of life. Life is just a one-way street. Don't let our fate be full of regrets. Generally, sculptors always have big noses and small eyes when they start to shape characters. Because the big nose can be smaller and the small eyes can be bigger, this is the secret of carving. The frame of this text has been formed for a long time, so it can't be filled in. On the one hand, it is influenced by the outside world, on the other hand, it wants to change the overly rigid style of writing. The important thing is that you are afraid to follow the picture and mislead the readers.
When you see the scenery everywhere in April, you will understand the meaning of flowers everywhere; When you hate the change of a season without complaining, you will understand the greatest respect. In life, there are always things and people you don't like, and there are always people and things you don't like. A person's maturity is not because of how many years you have lived, how many roads you have traveled and how many failures you have experienced, but because you have learned to give up, learn to tolerate and learn to be indisputable.
The sun, moon, stars, flowers, grass, trees, clouds, rain and thunder are all silent. When you don't need to prove your existence value, "existence" has the truest meaning and presents the most beautiful state.
Some warmth can't be given by others. In the process of extravagant hope, it is better to give it to yourself, so there is no thought.
April is drawing near. Walking in the sunshine in April, watching and listening to the flowers bloom, you will find that April, with its most beautiful posture, proves the firmness in the bones, good wind and rain, loneliness and persistence. The flowering period pays off, and it blooms in the season. Trees are presented in colorful colors, emitting fragrant breath and elegant and beautiful appearance in silence. It's beautiful without too many words.
The important thing is that we are moving towards May.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Essay 3 Dream-seeking Journey, I set sail in obsession.
The lighthouse in the foggy sea gives off charming light. I sat at one end of the boat and paddled hard, and my heavy luggage was thrown at the other end. Looking at the light, I don't know if it is the hope of dreams or the glitz of a mirage. The distance is shrouded in darkness, full of unknowns and confusion.
What gives me strength? Is it an impulse to keep quiet or a storm of firm belief?
Paddles stir up ripples, ripples spread in circles, and the curved radian is like a smile in the future. My inner sensitivity and fragility hit me, but I was black and blue but safe. I firmly believe that dreams will give me the strength to look up. The cold wind awakened my soul, and my fatigue and drowsiness were blown into the brilliance and disappeared.
Looking at the endless sea, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the dazzling stars. The night sky is dotted with several stars, touching the whole night sky and filling my vision. I threw down my oars and climbed to the bow to see their outlines, only to get a sigh in the vast sea.
Will the dream of not eating fireworks be as bright as starlight? Will the lighthouse where dreams are stored be as vague as mist? I don't know. I want to find it alone, but I'm afraid the answer is cruel.
Sitting there like a puppet with a broken line. Looking back, the road was calm, without a trace of waves, with a trace of acidity in my heart and a layer of water mist in my confused eyes. My ears echoed with the lofty words and ambitions I made before I left, and the idea of giving up was silent in an instant. After all, the remaining warm paddle handle is a memory and dream that I can't give up.
And then go on, well, for the original dream. Maybe the answer is not important, I just want to draw a perfect ending for my trip.
The gloomy dust in the air opened a way for me to lead to the haunted lighthouse. The dark clouds in my heart are relieved, and I continue to paddle, but my destination is no longer a lighthouse, but a distant place.
The world is full of flowers and birds, but the road to dreams is difficult and bumpy. Sometimes I look forward to the future, and sometimes I am disappointed. Sweating in order to explore the results, in fact, the results are only used to witness the milestone of sweat, just a platform and a stop.
Now that I understand the process, is there any harm in the result?
After all, there is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Sketch 4 is walking on the road of growth, and flowers are everywhere, decorating my road of growth. Just like the people around me, they infected my life with their own flowers. On my city road, flowers are everywhere. At an early age, the road has just begun. The first flower around me is carnation, my mother. The only bundle of carnations in my life has cared for me with her tenderness since I was a child. Different from my father, the softness and warmth of maternal love bring me relaxation and comfort.
Every caress, every kiss and even every caring look of my mother immersed me in a deep maternal love. Although my father taught me the strength and courage to benefit from my life, a carnation-like gentle mother is the best way to soothe my heart when my heart is hurt and fragile. When I grew up, I began to study. My classmates and I are like little laurels.
That's right, we are unremarkable. But we are together, one, two ... we are together! We all have different personalities and different advantages and disadvantages, but together we are a complete group. We strive to release our brilliance and fragrance, and our collective is dazzling. Maybe we are ordinary, but we have contributed our strength to the collective. Our efforts are meticulous to every lyric in the chorus competition, every drop of sweat in the sports competition and every pen in the exam. These successes are their own, and they are also the glory and glory of the whole group. The aroma is fragrant and dazzling, and our growth path is also dazzling because of friendship and collectivity, and then we grow up and step into society. All kinds of people and things in the society are quietly blooming around me.
Maybe my growth and their communication are just a passing sight. And they are like epiphyllum, but they just flash in my life unintentionally. Maybe I accidentally bumped into a flower, which became an accidental touch, happiness, sadness or beauty when I was growing up. Or the tears left when the station broke up, or the casual intimacy, or the sadness of losing relatives and friends, or the same view on something. It is because of these unintentional and coincidences that my growth has become rich and colorful. Walking on the road of growth, looking back, carnations bring me warmth; Taste, the brilliance brought by Jingui; Looking around, there is an epiphyllum that brings me the joys and sorrows of meeting by chance. Experience, cherish and be full of flowers!
The scenery in my heart, flowers everywhere. Essay 5 Then, we grew up, entered the spring, and stepped into the stressful junior high school gate. At this time, we often start to get tired of learning, tired of the same routine, and start to miss the past. Someone once said: "I suddenly stood on the tropic of cancer, at a loss, and forgot where I should go." Yes, some growth is depressing, but growth is also necessary. Why not savor it on the way to growth? Growth is like a cup of coffee. Taste buds are full of bitterness at the moment of entrance. If you throw away that cup of coffee because of it, you never know what it will taste like in your life in the next second.
I believe that on the road of growth, there will always be scenery that blooms for you inadvertently. I believe that after going through the ups and downs, there will definitely be victory applause for you. I believe that the road to growth is always full of flowers.
On the road to growth, flowers are everywhere.
Spring has come.
Green spring is everywhere. Just after winter, the dead vines on the ground have not disappeared, and countless new buds can't wait to sprout on the new branches. Because it is still early spring, the leaves have not grown up, and the dense young leaves are crowded together. At first glance, they are all green. I jumped and ran on the stone road in the community, and a familiar smell attracted me. I narrowed my eyes and followed the fragrance. I found a jasmine flower with green leaves. The sun shone on the floating dust in the air and finally on the jasmine flower in bud. I leaned down and the tip of my nose touched the top of the bud, so that the familiar floral fragrance filled the whole sense of smell. Memories go back in time.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Sketch 6 Spring blossoms, it is the time to be at home in the world. When the spring breeze is ten miles, it is the first moment. The journey of lush years is the time to love the sky.
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The long fragrance of flowers floats lightly on the faint water, and the faint fragrance floats around. In an instant, you will be in the fields and the wheat shed, drinking wine and talking about Sang Ma.
Even if we had a drink in the bustling crowd, although the communication was noisy, there was no noise in our hearts and we were very tired at work. Between the world, I am afraid there will be no more bliss here; In my lifetime, I will sing wholeheartedly. Resignation and retirement are excellent measures. Avoid worldly fame and fortune, and avoid the world of mortals. The laity on June 1st, the laity on Dongpo, and the immortal in Maolu are not addicted to mountains and rivers to invite tourists. Although time is endless, our hearts are gathered in one place. Across the Millennium, Qian Shan is full of water, and its traces are looming. Mei's wife, He Zi, is strong-willed and plucks chrysanthemums from the east fence, and I will walk to the water to stop my path, then sit and watch the clouds soar, knocking at the door all night with crutches. Find a place to reach the end of Nanshan and feel the joy of the country.
Lost petals, silence in the title, fragrance overflowing the capital. Draw a few petals on the horseshoe, and the fragrance of flowers speaks for itself. Draw a few butterflies as if you were in a sea of flowers. Under a few moves, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and it is amazing to see the state of Chang' an flowers one day. At dusk, the branches are full of branches, and the fragrance soars in Chang 'an. There is a real national peony, and the skin is like a peach blossom in March. The gentleman in the flower is proud and graceful, and my fair lady travels in three seas and six places. Mei Lan, Zhu Ju and Yan Qun have elegant styles. Elegant posture, just like being an official; Go straight outside, just like doing things well; Treating official names and fortune is just like not worshiping. The beauty of flowers is now in paintings, people and things.
A few flower leaves, green manure, red and thin, you should know, cherry plantains are red and green. Leaves are lined with flowers, and flowers are endowed with leaves. Flowers and leaves are spring. In summer, the beautiful flowers of the stars burn my dreams like flames. In the lush years, dreams don't wander, loneliness has long since left home, and the distance is at your feet. I swam across the red cliff of perilla, recited my heart and painted an apricot tree. Every poem is a flower, which fades but is fragrant. Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, it will not shift, but the charm will remain in my heart. Dono. 1, meet an old friend in a foreign country, and worry about the bright moon, a drop in the ocean. They accompanied me through the flower season until sunset.
The fragrance of flowers does not flush the nose, but diffuses faintly around the nose. Fragrant and elegant, just like a flower on the temples. It's like a busy world, like getting drunk in your heart. Because of your company, I am gorgeous in cool thin. From then on, life is long, no longer lonely, no longer wandering. The fragrance of flowers will accompany me for life.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Prose 7 has written countless times about other people's stories and my own feelings, and I have never thought about whether I can create feelings; I have described the scene of saying "I love you" to my mother countless times, but I stopped several times and couldn't speak.
When I was a baby, I opened my clear eyes. There was only one sky in the whole world, and that was home. Motherly love is warmth. In the warmth of maternal love, I learned to roll and crawl on the ground and reach my destination. At that time, growth was a stumbling pleasure.
Later, I learned to stumble and became deeply dependent on my mother. I always hold my mother's finger tightly with my little palm, one foot deep and one foot shallow. When I am tired, I rest in my mother's arms and fall asleep in her brilliant fairy tales. At that time, I grew up with the happiness of Meng Tong.
As the gears of time turn a little, I gradually no longer rely on my mother, no longer cling to my mother's arm, and unconsciously stay away from my mother little by little. At this time, the road to growth seems to be missing something. Later, it was discovered that what was originally lacking was the "floral fragrance" on the road to growth-the intimacy and warmth between mother and daughter.
March 8 is International Women's Day, a festival for women all over the world and, of course, for mothers. When I think of my mother's selfless care for me, I want to give my mother a big surprise on Women's Day. Early in the morning, everything is as orderly as every weekend. I get up, wash, eat and attend classes as usual. I seem to see a trace of disappointment in my mother's eyes, and I secretly say: Mom, I will definitely give you a big surprise when I come home at noon.
I was absent-minded in class all morning, thinking about what my mother wrote on her bouquet. Yes, I ordered a bunch of flowers for my mother on my way to school, which almost spent the pocket money I had accumulated for a long time. Finally, I wrote on the card: "Mom, you turned your doorstep into the most touching scenery, you sang lullabies into the most touching songs, you made home cooking into the most touching delicacies, and you gave me the truest and purest love in my life. Mom, on this festival, I just want to tell you-you are the most touching scenery and the most beautiful ballad in my life. I wish you a happy holiday and happiness every day! "
Finally, after school, I can't wait to go home with a carefully prepared gift. When I got home, I slowed down, lifted my legs and rested lightly, ready to surprise my mother. Hearing the sound of cooking in the kitchen, I quietly walked over and saw my mother skillfully manipulating the rice shovel with one hand and busy with our lunch with the other. Looking at my mother's tired appearance, my nose turned sour and I hugged my mother from behind, which scared her. "Happy holidays, Mom!" I gave my mother a present, and she was surprised. My mother was surprised and happy. She smiled at the bunch of carnations and scolded, "You scared me to death. Don't spend money anymore. " Then he picked up the bouquet, put it under his nose and took a deep breath. "It smells good!" Mom said enviously. At this time, the thick fragrance of flowers and meals lingered around my mother and I, and we felt unprecedented happiness.
There is a scene in my heart and flowers everywhere. Tonight, I invite you to date the word, will you? I'm relieved if you smile!
If the words are touched by ink, you are a wonderful pen in the painter's ink painting, silent but moving! It is lucky to have a heart-to-heart conversation with you in this way of writing!
Encounter, your silence, I will also read your quiet mood! We are all passers-by in the season, and once we meet, it is already a love affair, no matter how shallow the fate is! Of thousands of people, you know there is only one me in this world. How lucky I am!
You have been here, I listened to your concern and rejoiced! Words are a bridge. You and I may just pass by on the bridge, but when we pass by and smile indifferently, I will get a warm breath and I will send you a warm spring mood!
One word, one world, one word, one feeling! Words are a perceptual world, just like a woman who loves words, and likes to dress up the lace of words with dreamy feathers! Fingertips twist lightly, but you can't twist Zen words. The short words knocked down by the letter pen are just small happiness tidbits, not lengthy. Even if life is simple, it will bloom like a flower at the right temperature!
Don't be ambiguous, you are brother and sister I have never met! A message from you filled my loneliness. It's good that you are still here!
If one day, I'm tired of wandering thoughts and don't cook at leisure, I'll remember to give each other a greeting after a busy life! Someone once tried to write down the page of writing paper in your eyes between your sight and your heart with some simple words! It's not a love story, but also an affair!
Look at the flowers in the fog, you are the most beautiful one! You are not the only fragrance in your pen, but the unrequited love in the world of mortals!
Wash away the lead, polish the words with my plain face, and embroider the heart of a water lily. The faint flowers bloom, and the purple petals are tender in the past. Does the fragrant fragrance fragrance your memory?
Always a woman who likes nostalgia, even if there is no trace of staying space, she is reluctant to delete familiar names. The picture of memory once blossomed one tree at a time! Are those familiar friends still quietly making an appointment with Wen somewhere? Are you okay? Read it!
One night, I salvaged the poems deposited in my youth. The poet said that the skirt of youth flies, and the years after youth, those worries that are no longer publicized, are also soft in words!
If feelings become simple, words will become light! Embroider a simple emotion in the broken words and put it in a cup of memories, such as a cup of green tea, to light up your face and fragrance your life!
Simple, faint purple rhyme. I was moved by other people's words and then stayed away from those thin words! Fingertips pass through a bunch of flowers, and before the flowers fall, there are poems between the lines. The wind blows into your eyes, and light makeup is always appropriate! Standing at the intersection where we met, it was raining all the way, and the fragrance was full!
The scenery in your heart, the flowers everywhere. On the road of growing up, have you ever cried, laughed, hurt or hurt, then you can be said to be complete. Every one of us will encounter difficulties. At this time, there must be one person who will lend a helping hand. Do you remember?
She is my teacher, a wholehearted teacher. ], selfless dedication.
Without you, I will still have a smooth journey. This metaphor went smoothly without any obstacles. ]?
Without you, will I continue to be confused in this endless sea of learning?
Looking back on six years of study and life, there is always a teacher who takes us forward. When I failed in my study, you taught me to be strong; When you study, you are complacent because of your success. 】, you let me learn to be practical; I was at a loss when I was reading. I don't know where to put my hands and feet. Describe the action in a hurry or unable to cope. When I was anxious, you taught me to calm down.
Thank you for growing up with you all the way!
The gears of time kept turning. In a blink of an eye, I came to a new environment and sat on a small table with bright windows. Describe the room as clean and bright. ] In the classroom, I clearly smell the taste of books, surrounded by countless strangers, strange you. With curiosity, we are hungry [note: the description is very urgent, as if we want to eat when we are hungry and drink when we are thirsty. Wandering in the ocean of knowledge. At that time, growth was the joy of learning, and I was also looking for a teacher who gave me index guidance in my study. This teacher is like a good teacher. Although sometimes she is strict with you, she is right.