I believe my friends must have been to the garden and enjoyed the freshness, fragrance and elegance of flowers.
Believe it or not, there is also a garden in my community, where the flowers are more beautiful and enjoy the opening.
There are morning glories in the garden; There are red roses; There are pink roses; There are Phalaenopsis like butterflies; Orchid symbolizing purity ...
Chinese rose, lush, almost as tall as my 4-year-old cousin, is extremely lush every summer. Pink flowers are as big as bowls, competing with each other, emitting wisps of fragrance from time to time. The whole garden was immersed in the thick fragrance of flowers. If you are surprised by the fatigue of a day, go to the garden and smell it. The fragrance of flowers will help you put your fatigue behind you.
This is the season when roses are in full bloom. How many bright red flowers have been added to the dark green branches and leaves from afar? When you look closer, the petals are stacked one by one, and the stamen in the middle is white. In the early morning, the crystal dew is rolling among the leaves, and the sun is shining. At this time, the rose dances like a beautiful girl wearing a pearl necklace in the breeze. It smells fragrant, refreshing and intoxicating, attracting buzzing bees and colorful butterflies.
When winter comes, chrysanthemums are dazzling, some like delicate little girls, some like majestic kings, and some like naughty boys. After the rain, glittering and translucent water drops lay quietly on the petals, like dazzling pearls.
How's it going? Did you stop my introduction, like the miracle of the forest? Isn't it beautiful?
Composition describing flowers (2)
Among countless flowers, my favorite flower is wild chrysanthemum. Although wild chrysanthemum grows on the hillside, it shows its extraordinary in the ordinary, which left a deep impression on me.
I especially like wild chrysanthemums. I remember when I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. One autumn, my grandparents took me to play on the hillside. I saw small yellow flowers blooming all over the hillside. I saw the green leaves set off the yellow flowers, which was very beautiful. When it doesn't bloom, people think it is a weed. Autumn, once blooming, is natural and simple. It has no charming fragrance, not to mention the luxury and wealth of peony, but it has strong vitality. In late autumn and early winter, flowers fade, but they are still open. Grandma told me that wild chrysanthemums have many uses. That day, I went to pick flowers on the hillside, accidentally fell, scraped my foot and cried. Grandma hurried to pick some wild chrysanthemums and squeezed juice to wipe on my feet. I feel cool, and the wound will heal in a few days. Grandma said: "Chrysanthemum indicum has the function of hemostasis and disinfection. Before liberation, the poor couldn't afford the medicine to cure the injury, so they used dried wild chrysanthemum to boil water and put it on the wound, which really worked. " Grandma said: "Wild chrysanthemum also has the function of clearing away heat and toxic materials and treating colds." I didn't expect wild chrysanthemums to have so many uses! ?
When I grow up, I will go home to school soon. I always think about wild chrysanthemums in my heart, and I picked many at once and took them home. My mother taught me to wash wild chrysanthemums and make tea. I made a cup and tasted it. I just feel that the fragrance goes straight to my heart, and it really tastes good.
Wild chrysanthemums are born, raised without seeking, but silently contribute to people. I like its ordinary, its simplicity and its tenacity. I don't think people also need a kind of wild chrysanthemum spirit?
This is my favorite wild chrysanthemum. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can also be a wild chrysanthemum, showing my extraordinary to the world in the ordinary.
Composition describing flowers (3)
In the spring breeze of April, the charming woman came to me quietly. She is a smiling flower, swaying gently in the breeze.
In the middle of the night, the flowers in the moonlight are so beautiful that people can't help but think of a poem: "Going out, I want to turn the cuckoo into a smiling flower." This poem came to my mind, and the smiling flower seemed to keep swinging her beautiful skirt in my mind. Sometimes she shines in the bright moonlight, like a little star, and sometimes she does not move, like a graceful girl, smiling and nodding at night; Sometimes she sings in a low voice in the wind, "rustling, rustling", which brings me not only beautiful songs, but also intoxicating flowers. When I close my eyes gently, I seem to have come to the ocean of smiling flowers. The smiling flower fairy waved and smiled at me, and her light wings kept flapping, which attracted a series of "Spring Letters".
The next morning, look at the smiling flower again. Its body is covered with silver dew, just like the fairy dew that God gave to the flower of smile. The air is still filled with faint fragrance of flowers. I am intoxicated, and I seem to be intoxicated with myself: the petals with smiling faces are enjoying the sunshine and slowly spreading out. They are holding hands and welcoming a new day with a smile. The intoxicating floral fragrance also awakened the sleeping people, and everything was so harmonious and natural, as if it had entered a dream! In this way, the wind brought smiling flowers, smiling flowers. They stayed outside my window and accompanied me silently. ...
The smiling flowers in spring can fade away, but in my heart-the smiling flowers blooming in the four seasons outside the window will never be erased, because her beauty not only appears in front of my eyes, but also stays in my heart forever.