The fourth paragraph of Song of Flowers imitates this sentence.

I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes. I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e. I fought against the hard rock with my weak body, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm smiled coldly. I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes. When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories. No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds. When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away. I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.

Imitate the song of flowers 2

Song of water

I don't know when and where you were born, and I don't know how you threw yourself into the embrace of the earth. Maybe you are the messenger sent by the creator to give alms to all beings. Ever since you settled on the earth, you have been deeply attached to it, and you have never thought of leaving it for hundreds of millions of years. In the purgatory of the earth, you suddenly solidify, suddenly dissolve, suddenly vaporize, and then die, but you will never feel resentment. You used to live under the blue sky, hiding in the depths of mountains and living in caves. For the general welfare, you fall from the sky, flow out from the mountains, gush out from the ground, and then run around and go everywhere. You are in a hurry, travel-stained, and you have traveled all over the fields and eight famines. An ascetic who doesn't think about home! You have experienced more than 7749 dangers along the way. How much filth did you get on the way to Wan Li? Only by sand filtration evaporation in windy days can impurities be removed and purity be restored. When spring is warm, you are like a hair, like a needle, like a silver thread, dripping and nourishing everything; When summer is hot, you are like an arrow, like a downpour, like a waterfall, rushing over and cleaning everything up; When the autumn is crisp, you are condensed into frost and dew, crystal clear, and unconsciously leaves are colorful, and geese fly south; In cold weather, you are flying all over the sky with cold, and suddenly the earth is covered with white with cold. This is how you work all the year round, sticking to your post, being conscientious, working hard, unpaid and tireless. You are a diligent nanny and loyal servant of the earth. You have nothing to gain, but you are generous. How many birds, animals, insects and fish have you raised, how many flowers and trees have you cultivated, and how many farmland orchards have you irrigated? In order to help the creatures on the earth, you gave almost all your flesh and blood, so that you tried your best to die. You are everywhere, and you can always change freely with things: in the valley, you are a waterfall, a hanging spring, a stream and a deep pool; In the plain, you are a river, a lake, a swamp and a pond; In the polar regions, you are a towering iceberg and a winding glacier; In the human body, you are blood, sweat, saliva and tears …

Your colors are unpredictable: clear, turbid, blue, green, khaki, snow white, algae red, gray black … At night, under the moonlight and lights, you shine with silver and gold; Going to Jiuzhaigou is actually colorful; In the sky, you can become a rainbow and a halo. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple who practices dancing with color? Your timbre is varied, gurgling, gurgling, trickling, drumming, gurgling and splashing. You have all kinds of melodies. Just now you were singing softly and slowly, and Yingying was whispering. Now, it's complicated and urgent, and the bottle is about to explode. Your posture is also ever-changing, from sparkling tenderness to rolling; From ripple, dense, to ripple, surging, and then to surging, vastness, Wang Yang …

Sometimes you are divided into parts, sometimes you are divided into parts, sometimes you are feminine, and sometimes you are masculine. When you are quiet, you are gentle and quiet, as clear as a mirror. Under the gravity of the moon, you will have tides. When the tide ebbs, you sleep peacefully: finely cut snoring floats on the water like falling flowers, like silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, like lovers whispering. The tide is rising. When you open your eyes, yawn, stretch and wake up, you will gradually get excited and fidget. If storms and earthquakes irritate you, your chest will fluctuate and you will become angry and unruly. You will growl, you will growl. Surging waves, such as rumbling drums and rolling thunder, are invincible. You are wrapped in sand and piled up on the plain; Planing the river bed and scouring pebbles; Slap the coast and erode the island reef; Dissolved caves, precipitated stalagmites, stone pillars, stalactites ... You can penetrate with soft and dripping stones, and you are undoubtedly the top sculptor of natural landforms. Water! I was infected by your great character, impressed by your superb skills and shocked by your great strength. I will eulogize you heartily, although this song has endless words and scores!

Imitate the song of flowers 3

Song of the wind

I am a piece of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. God spread me to the world, so the four seasons took me to make new clothes for nature. I was a stream of thoughts from Athena, so people took me away and added vitality to the world.

I am happy and make people feel comfortable; I roared, people were afraid, and people were at a loss.

Dandelion and the earth are lovers, and I am a homing pigeon that conveys love between them: this one is extremely hot in his heart, and I will handle it; I'm going to comfort that upset man.

My roar is a precursor to the coming storm; The stillness of the tree symbolizes my departure.

I flew over the grassland, and thousands of boundless grasses bowed to me. Once I saw the injustice, I immediately roared, punished those restless people and perpetrators, and made them apologize to me.

In silence, I touched my wounded hearts with gentle hands and comforted them.

I am the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of all things and the masterpiece of nature. This is so similar to love: it is the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of everything and the masterpiece of nature.

four

I am a plum blossom in the cold wind. God transplanted me from heaven to earth, so I dressed up the world as a package of snow and cold wind, and everything was immersed in my sleep. Only I was full of energy, like a little red star and a torch, enjoying a good time. In winter, sometimes the snow dances in the air, and sometimes the wind sings in the branches. Sister Snowflake danced for me with light steps, and Brother Beifeng sang for me with a rich voice. I am a real warrior, struggling in a tough environment and blooming in the ice and snow. I hate those cowards and will only join in the fun when spring is blooming, while I, with my strength, perseverance and dreams, will create and create. I quietly retired when I was in full bloom, and my fighting spirit was high in the ice and snow. Go away, icing on the cake; Because giving charcoal in the snow is my wish and my honor. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, leaving a fragrance. This is me, plum blossom in full bloom in the cold wind; This is my plum blossom, which blooms proudly alone in pain and tempering.