In daily study, work or life, everyone often sees compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, the theme is scattered or even No theme. So how is a general composition written? Below is a composition I compiled for you on a spring morning, I was at the flower market...composition, everyone is welcome to share it.
That morning, I wandered around the flower market. As the Spring Festival approaches, flowers and bonsai are always so popular. The small flower market is a bit crowded with people coming and going; the noise of people, the "ding" of bicycles, the "beeping" of motorcycles, and the cries of lost children The sounds... merged into a messy symphony.
I walked leisurely. Although it was very noisy here, it did not affect my happy mood. All kinds of flowers are dazzling and dazzling; the orange trees in the pots are full of oranges, and the oranges are very round and plump. I smile; there are many bonsais that I can’t name. They are all in different poses. Each pot will give people a different association and make people like it... The bright sunshine shines on these flowers, plants and trees, and also shines into my heart. I smell a "springy" smell.
This beautiful scenery prevented me from paying attention to my feet. When I was still intoxicated in the "spring scenery", a stone tripped me and I fell to the ground, with mud on my hands and clothes. ; A coin in my trouser pocket slipped out with the vibration, spinning in front of me several times before falling down. Only then did I remember that I brought the money to buy flowers.
Before going out, my father gave me some money and asked me to go to the flower market to pick out my favorite flower. I quickly picked up the coins on the ground, patted my clothes quickly, and ran to a flower stall. .
There are many varieties of flowers in this flower stall, but no matter which one looks very beautiful. "I can only buy one flower. Our vase is too small. I can only put one flower in it..." Dad's words echoed in my ears, which made me very embarrassed.
The owner of the flower stall was a gentle middle-aged woman. She walked up to me and asked very politely: "Can I help you in any way?"
" Oh, I want to buy flowers, but only one..." I said.
"Okay. What flowers do you want?" she asked again.
"How about chrysanthemums? Many people buy chrysanthemums during the Chinese New Year." She smiled and led me to a pile of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums are very beautiful, yellow, white, light green, purple... No wonder Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty liked this flower. However, the smell of chrysanthemum is not very pleasant, a bit bitter, and can make people feel a slight sense of melancholy. I shook my head at her.
"What about lilies?" She led me to a bunch of lilies again. The white flowers bloomed with beautiful smiles, which were charming; but this kind of flower was too "innocent" and I didn't like it. So he shook his head again.
"How are the roses?" she asked, pointing to the rose next to the lily. The red rose looks very gorgeous. I know it symbolizes passionate love. How could this kind of flower be suitable for me?
She continued to show me other flowers. Sunflowers are too bold, carnations are too lyrical, and tulips are too weak... I looked at almost all the flowers in the stall, but I still couldn't find anything I liked.
"I probably don't have the flowers you want here." She said helplessly, her expression looked a little disappointed, but she still kept her smile, like a flower.
"Alas...!" I let out a long sigh. I suddenly saw a small white flower behind her, bit by bit, as if I had never seen it before. "What's that?" I asked.
"Oh, this is a gypsophila. It is used to set off other flowers." She picked up a rose and held it and a cluster of gypsophila in her hand to show me the roses. Against the backdrop of the stars, it looks even more charming and beautiful.
"Ah! It's so beautiful! It's called Gypsophila, right? I want it."
I picked a Gypsophila with nine little flowers. This is A wish for my family, may we be happy for a long time.
I walked out of the flower stall happily. Looking at the starry sky in my hand, under the sun, the small flowers are shining with charming light, like white snow, like stars, like poetry and song. It is a kind of "matching flower". If other flowers are princesses, then it is just a little maid. It is very ordinary and does not like to show off, but it silently contributes to embellish the world more romantically. . I think it must have a pure and delicate heart with selfless love. That tiny flower tells us to be willing to give.
I decided to become a person with "starry qualities"!
The sun has risen above our heads and is warm.
I walked on the way home with a sprig of baby's breath...