Heart flowers, treasure them forever
When the broken dreams break the perfection, the withered flowers send away the sorrow, and bring the last flower to retain the memory.
——Inscription
In my memory, there is a piece of sky blue paper with your blessings on it. It is the testimony of our mutual friendship, which represents a kind of innocence and a This kind of joy, from sunrise to sunset, from flowers blooming to withering, we look for the tranquility in the unique season, the fragrance in the clusters of flowers, and the turbulence in the rolling waves. That friendship has never stopped. Even if it is mixed with sadness, we are not alone because the flower of friendship is always blooming. No matter when, it is a blessing to have you around!
However, when I found happiness and was no longer lonely, the moment I was far away, the star no longer twinkled, the sun no longer dazzled, everything became cold and deep. , at that moment, the tears of parting kept flowing, and I hid in the corner and cried silently. Looking at the happiness that went away, I began to slowly recall the past:
Looking back To the melody of spring, we feel together the softly singing breeze and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers; looking back at the charm of summer, we feel together the sky being heated by the hot sun, but the air is full of intoxicating breath; looking back at Autumn fairy tales, we will always engrave the golden touch in our hearts; looking back at the crystal clearness of winter, we gently pat the snow-white window paper together, as if we are singing rhythmically; looking back...
There are too many things that cannot be done The indelible memory will always be treasured in my heart, and I will always remember the innocent happiness I once had.
We have been sad for each other's separation. Even if the flower withers and won't bloom again next year, I just want to use the last flower to retain the memory of that year. I just want to wish you silently: "May you be stronger, may you be more confident!"
That separation broke the dream of perfection, and when the flowers withered, they took away all the sorrow, only There is one heart flower left that is growing and blooming. I want to preserve the past years forever, so that this flower can exist. May the tree of friendship be evergreen, and may you receive the blessings from that heart flower. ! That heart will be in full bloom forever... Composition, titled "Flower Scent of Mother's Love", 600 words.
Let me give you some famous quotes first: Mother! You are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, except you, who is my green shade under the unobstructed sky? ----Bing Xin The only unpolluted love in the world - that is mother's love. There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, that is mother's call (Dante) Maxims describing maternal love 1 Gonchar's famous saying: Mother's Love will never run out.
This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
2 Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its root.
I think this sentence shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like roots are to flowers.
3 All the glory and pride in the world come from my mother.
(Golky) 4 Maternal love is a huge flame.
(Romain Rolland) 5 There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the mother's call.
(Dante) 6 A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can it not be sweet for a child to sleep in them? (Hugo) 7 The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother".
(Kahlil Gibran) 8 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world.
(Mill) 9 When you are successful, everyone is a friend.
But only mother - she is the partner in failure.
(Zheng Zhenduo) 10 Mother's love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart.
(Duncan) 11 How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same.
Every mother has an extremely pure heart.
(Whitman) 12 All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother.
(Gorky) 13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison.
(Japan) 14 Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place (UK) 15 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mill) 16 Everything else in the world is fake, empty, only Having a mother is real, eternal, and immortal.
(India) 17 The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship.
(France) 18 How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love (Duncan) 19 In the mouth and heart of the child, mother is God.
(UK) 20 Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness (France) 21 Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France) 22 Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert.
(UK) Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all long-distance travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years cannot help but call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, and the boat is in the moonlit sea.
"There is a stern atmosphere in the light, this is what my mother gave me like.
When my eyes are confused and innocent, my mother’s care is the most memorable thing.
The burden of knowledge is so heavy, and in the middle of the night, it is the shadow of my mother who accompanies me in studying.
Mother's love is deep red, a deep red sea.
Although it is overwhelming by chance, it is love that is too deep.
When it is calm, it is always gentle. When you touch the sea water, you will deeply feel a hot liquid, which is warm all the time.
With maternal love, mankind can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and health; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from stubbornness to wisdom; With maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
"The trickling maternal love is like the drizzle of rain that nourishes our lives. When we walk into the school, pick up the pen and write down When it comes to the note of love, maternal love is the most real love.
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers at the end of the world. It is a clear spring that nourishes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadow of children's laughter and tears Then blended into the lingering maternal love.
Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light; maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and ornaments, leaving fresh and natural; maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, Sing softly; maternal love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.
Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth.
When you think of your mother, your low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when you think of your mother, your wasted years will turn into your passion; when you think of your mother, a wandering wanderer will start to wish to return home; when you think of your mother, you will start to wish to go home. Without my mother, my wandering and helpless soul has found a home.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. The years fade away so many of our memories, but they never change our longing for our mother.
The orioles return to the swallows, spring passes and autumn comes, the face is getting older and the hair is as white as snow.
Children grow up day by day, but mothers age day by day.
When the children see their white-haired mother in the high hall, they will fall into their mother’s arms and burst into tears! Maternal love is also an eternal theme in literature and music.
When literati use maternal love as their theme, the articles they write will be nourishing and informative; musicians use maternal love as their theme, and the tunes they play will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever talks about the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded. "Three Chunhui".
Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sorrow, but his mother's smile always haunted him in his dreams.
When he learned that his mother would be coming, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, shook off the layers of wind and frost on his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and brought the baby with his wife. , went to meet my mother outside Liyang City.
The grass is luxuriant, the flowers are fragrant, the white clouds are rolling, the blue fields are clear, and the endless longing for my son is everywhere.
Mother and son depended on each other, with tears in their eyes. Holding her mother's warm hands, looking at her mother's old face, she couldn't help but cry with sadness, filled with emotion, and wrote poems... Composition "Fu Le" for the first grade of junior high school "Flower Scent" 600 words or more
The past does not mean forgetting, it just becomes a memory forever, and with the whirlpool of time, it settles at the bottom of the lake.
When someone touches it gently, it will return to the lake with the whirlpool, and become more crystal clear and beautiful after being baptized by the lake water.
I met her in a season when the fragrance of osmanthus filled the air. We met under the osmanthus tree and became friends.
She is two levels above me. She is obviously bigger than me, but not as tall as me. Her slender waist can make her fall down with a push.
Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her heavy bangs playfully covered her eyes from time to time. Through the gaps, you could see the faint glimmer of water in her eyes.
She has always taken care of me like a big sister. She taught me to ride a bicycle and wash vegetables. Smell the flowers under the trees.
Although she was not good at studying, she still racked her brains to explain difficult problems to me.
This is how we live day after day.
Until one day, we were doing homework together as usual, and she suddenly asked me: I looked at her and smiled naughtily: She didn’t say anything, and continued to immerse herself in her homework, really thinking that there was something in her homework. What a treasure.
One morning a few days later, my grandma handed me a conch and said: "Your friend came here this morning. She said she was going to study in Shenzhen and might not come back in the future. Let me Leave this to you.
"I was stunned and took the conch mechanically. I suddenly remembered the question she asked me before, "Hey, what will you do if I leave one day? ? "" If you leave, I will forget you.
"I rushed to the room and wiped out the two words 'forever' we wrote on the wall. It wasn't until everything was blurry that I stopped my hands.
I put the conch to my ear and listened to the low hum of the sea. I seemed to smell the bitter smell of the sea breeze, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus.
In the next few days, months, and years, I went to school, went home, ate, read, did homework, and slept as usual.
Only occasionally when I pass by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the street and smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, I still think of her.
All the past that I thought I had forgotten turned into a stream, running straight into my eyes, leaving a hot path on my face. The wind remembers the fragrance of flowers. A 600-word composition. How to write?
Expand all The wind remembers the fragrance of flowers. On the roadside, unknown wild flowers exude a faint fragrance and linger in the air.
As soon as the wind passed by, I remembered the refreshing fragrance of flowers.
Just downstairs, there lived an old man who had a very good relationship with my father, so I got to know him very well.
He is kind-hearted and cheerful all day long, but his legs and feet are inconvenient and he staggers when he walks.
I remember that he would deliver vegetables to our house every now and then, saying that they were brought from his hometown and were fresher than those in the market.
And it must be difficult for him to go upstairs every time, because every time he opens the door, his face is always red, and with those "horizontal grooves", it looks like a steamed shrimp, and he can also He took a few deep breaths and seemed quite tired.
But he was still cheerful, and his cheeks that tended to be black did not look good.
The flowers are nameless and disappear silently. The wind passes by gently and the flowers gently fill the sky. However, the unique fragrance is remembered by the wind and spreads to the distant fields with the wind... It makes me What I remember deeply is that summer.
I accidentally told him that it was a little dark when I went to school in the morning and it was scary to walk in the alley. It would be nice if there was a light.
But he seemed to remember this.
A few days later, he moved a ladder from nowhere and carried it to the edge of the alley wall with great effort. He was sweating profusely and his lips were white, and he staggered step by step.
I advised him to forget it, but he said happily: "It's okay, it's nothing to worry about!" He climbed up the stairs carefully, while I supported him below. Big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
He was holding a small lamp and holding something like a wire above the edge of the wall.
I don’t know how long it lasted before he slowed down. His face seemed pale, his breath seemed unsteady, and his legs seemed stiff. However, he happily said that he was not tired, but it was clearly not the case! When I walked under this lamp again, it had been several years, and the lamp still lit up the darkness. And he, I heard, moved back to his hometown a few years ago, and later seemed to have passed away.
It suddenly dawned on me that maybe he was gone, embedded in the night sky, next to the bright moon, and accompanying the stars. No matter what, he had already been written into the memoirs of my life.
... The wind remembers the fragrance of flowers 600-word essay
It’s the season when sweet-scented osmanthus blooms again.
At this time of year, the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus always floats in our community.
Osmanthus, it is a small flower. There are many small yellow flowers hidden in a tree with green leaves.
Each of their four petals is a small flower, just like cute little dolls.
They use the green leaves to set off their beauty, making people feel how cute and beautiful the yellow dots in the middle of the leaves are.
There are forty or fifty such sweet-scented osmanthus trees in our community. They have a light smell. When the wind blows, the fragrance comes to your face, making people feel very comfortable just by smelling it.
There are three sweet-scented osmanthus trees at the door of our unit. I often squeeze a small flower with my hands, smell it with my nose, and feel happy all of a sudden.
Not to mention the fragrance of osmanthus, no one who likes the fragrance of osmanthus will be intoxicated by the fragrance of the flower.
It was dark at night. When I came back from a walk in the small square, I saw a few trees in front of my house. There were many yellow glowing dots in the middle. What were these? Yes, it is osmanthus. These little yellow dots attract endless attention at night, because I think the appearance of osmanthus at night is so beautiful.
Every night when I return home, I will slowly stop and stare at the little yellow dot.
They turned into big yellow dots in my eyes. The evening breeze blew gently, and these yellow dots swayed in my eyes, as if they were saying to me: "Kid, go back, I will do it in the morning." More beautiful! "Osmanthus fragrans also has many functions. Osmanthus fragrans can be used to make soup, make tea, and can also be soaked in wine and taken internally. It can dissolve phlegm and blood stasis, and can also cure headaches and fever! It also works on food.
Osmanthus sugar can be made by adding osmanthus flowers to white sugar, and osmanthus cake can be made by adding osmanthus sugar when frying rice cakes.
In addition, osmanthus can also be made into osmanthus cakes, which taste refreshing and delicious.
Although there are many flowers that I like to look at, osmanthus is my favorite flower.
Although the sweet-scented osmanthus is so small, it is the most beautiful in my heart! You Have Your Own Fragrance Essay 600 words
When the breeze blows by the river, it blows the green water plants; when the gentle breeze blows by the garden, it blows the red flowers; when the gentle breeze blows by my cheek, it blows the red flowers. It penetrated into my heart and became a ray of fragrance. It opened the dusty window and the breeze of meaning poured into my heart.
In the past, I always found reading to be a boring thing.
Not only is it a waste of time, but it is also difficult to remember.
If you are not careful, your eyes will become hazy.
There has never been a trace of the fragrance of books in my heart.
Looking at the clouds in the sky and the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, as I grow older, I gradually feel the charm of literature.
On TV, I admire the writers' eloquent and charming speeches; in Chinese class, the teacher's very literary descriptions make me envious; when chatting, my friends' eloquent talks make me admire them. Makes me ashamed.
In the herb garden of literature, grass grows everywhere and orioles fly. In my heart, flowers full of scholarly fragrance are still in bud.
I walked into the mosquito-scented ink and savored the fragrance.
Lamented at Li Bai's heroic spirit of "there will be times when the wind and waves break, he hangs his sails straight across the sea"; admired Du Fu's heroic spirit of "will stand on the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance"; lamented that Li Qingzhao "is only afraid of Shuangxi Bao" A boat can not carry the sorrowful thoughts of "Cultivation".
The fragrance overflowed, and I heard Paul's singing without fear in the face of difficulties, read the sadness of Sister Lin's mournful burial of flowers, and understood Zhuge Liang's loyalty: "I will devote myself to death and die"... They sang The most beautiful music in the world nourishes me, moves me, and affects me.
Now, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and the fragrance of books is lingering in my heart.
Words are like a garden of flowers, where I can enjoy the blue sky and white clouds; by twitching my nose, I can enjoy the fragrance of knowledge.
Literature is like a landscape painting, where I feel like I am in the mountains and flowing water. , listening to the singing of birds, and savoring the trickling solo
Reading literature makes me feel like drinking fragrant tea, the tea is still fragrant
Wandering in the ink. The literary palace of incense and conversations with celebrities from all over the world have made me more knowledgeable, more noble in taste, and more mature in thinking.
I hope that the fragrance of ink can accompany me as I grow forever. The fragrance of flowers along the way 650 words
The fragrance of flowers all the way If life is just a flower season that cannot be repeated, then the beating heart is a spring flower that never fades
In early spring, February is warm. When it is still cold, the goose yellow is faint, and the new green is blooming, indicating the vitality of life, which is youth like the rising sun; in the spring of March, during the spring rain of apricot blossoms, the peach red willows are green, the gentle wind blows and the rain is flying, and the power of nature is fluttering. It is the middle age like fire; in late spring and April, when the beauty is gradually fading, the distant mountains and secluded paths, the willows and flowers are bright, shining with the persistence of the evening. This is the twilight of Wanqing.
Since the geometry of reincarnation is evergreen. , then the journey of life will be accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.
Two flowers with one petal are in the world. , a small poem lends a life of vitality
But I feel that people are as light as flowers, and I have forgotten all the favors and humiliations; "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." In the world, small. Poems like fire grow out, passion comes into the chest, and seven points turn into moonlight; "The curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers." In the world, small poems are like flowers but not flowers. The perishable yellow flowers are lost in the hands, and they can be seen through After the vicissitudes of life, a lonely lamp was lit in the dark, and I stumbled through it.
How can the word "suddenly" be called "sadness" in the world? The small poem captures the whiteness and outline of winter with strange emotions and wonders, and focuses on the magnificence and romance with the eyes of the soul... Beautiful flowers are withering in the world, and I smell the fragrance of flowers all the way.
The three orioles are worried and the butterflies are tired, and the lonely fragrance has lost weight several times.
In what kind of melancholy will the white begonia held by Qiuyin spend the dusk? What kind of melancholy will the daisies beside the sparse fence embellish? Drunk lying on the bluestone, the red fragrance is scattered, who has the fragrance of peony covered up how many thoughts are there? The fleeting redness, a little bit sad, how can the rose say "a pure land covers the wind"? Singing softly, the east wind gradually picked up, causing the cuckoos to cry blood all over the ground, but she left behind an aria that has not changed for thousands of years! The youth is gone, but the nobility of the peony still quietly interprets a period of helplessness.
Beautiful flowers shine on the water, weak willows support the wind, and orchids in the empty valley are buried in the fragrant hills at the end of the sky... This is not praising the love of flowers, but sighing at the soul of flowers! The fragrant soul disappears, the empty boudoir is only a shadow, the beauty is old and the wanderer weeps in the autumn wind.
If the west wind is bleak and can no longer lift half of the fragrant mist, how can it find the fragrance of flowers along the way? I can only let the melancholy creep up all over the spring, and peek at the person in the dream of the spring lady.
Si sat in front of the window, bathing in half a meter of sunlight coming in at a 45-degree angle.
The ancient ivy climbs up the lonely wall, and the new greenery gradually appears sleepy and lazy.
The poplar on the left already has a scarecrow, and the rose in the right corner is also shyly waiting to be released.
The old camera in my hand is no longer as impressive as it once was, but the little man in the photo is still smiling like a flower.
The little girl, holding a blue pocket watch, hung it on a poplar.
The wind outside the window blew away half a meter of sunlight. The person behind him only patted it lightly and looked back, winning the third life of heaven and enjoying the fragrance all the way.
... A 600-word essay with the title "Looking at Flowers", urgent!
In April, the fragrance of flowers is flying all over the sky, exciting people's hearts.
The goose-yellow and green forsythia flowers, the white and purple magnolias, the lovely peach blossoms, and even the small wild flowers on the roadside made the willow trees hang their heads in shame.
At this time, a refreshing wind blew through the small garden, and a petal fell on my head with the fragrance of flowers.
I picked it off and took a look: "Yo!" The petals are so small that even the nail cap of my little finger is bigger than it.
It's pink, and when you put it to your nose, it still has a faint aroma.
Another gust of wind blew away the small fan-shaped thing.
Looking in the direction where the wind blows, there is a patch of pink and green, oh, it is the little one’s home.
Flowers bloom on trees early and late. You can never find two identical flowers on the same tree: some are shy and waiting to bloom, with tender green leaves that are fresh and cute; some have just bloomed, The small pink ball opened a small mouth, revealing the stamens. The light fragrance should be its "gurgling" laughter; the flowers that are really blooming are like a slim girl, blooming their own "dance skirt" , showing me her beauty.
There is a small red dot at the top of the stamen. This should be nectar! Look, there is a drop of shining dew in the middle of the stamen, which looks like the girl's bright eyes! At this time, a white and black butterfly flapped its wings and kissed the beautiful flower; and the flower happily accepted the butterfly's love.
At this moment, I want to keep these beautiful butterflies, lovely flowers and quiet fragrance forever! But things went against my wishes. I can only pray to God that I can still enjoy this beautiful cherry blossom next spring. Remember a wisp of floral poetry or a 600-word essay
When the weather is cold, as soon as you enter the house, you will always smell a light fragrance. Following the fragrance, you will find a pot of narcissus.
It exudes soft light under the faint light, and the light seems to be mixed with a faint fragrance, hiding my grandfather's love for me.
Expand all Grandpa is already in his seventies, but he is always restless and loves to play with flowers.
Because I like narcissus, so at the beginning of every new year, my grandpa starts to bloom.
He first took out the young narcissus plants in the big wooden basin and carefully applied soap on them. Not a single narcissus was left behind. Grandpa applied the soap very carefully and let it sit for a while before carefully applying soap to every part of the flower. Rinse clean with soap.
He washed very carefully, even the small cracks in the leaves were not missed.
Grandpa carefully repeated this work every year, as if making a beautiful work of art, without exception.
I would often ask disapprovingly when I saw him: "Grandpa, this washing method is too slow. Just soak it in water.
" At this time, Grandpa always smiled and said I said: "This washing method will produce more flowers, and they will be more fragrant than those soaked in water.
" This is not just to make the flowers more fragrant, but also contains his understanding of the flowers. Life expectancy and love! In the blink of an eye, I was already in the second grade of junior high school. My studies were getting heavier and I spent less and less time with my grandfather. However, the pot of daffodils that my grandfather carefully cultivated for me every year was always placed in the corner of the desk.
In the first month of that year, I was writing furiously at the table. The fragrance of narcissus filled my heart and spleen, and the small white flowers in full bloom came into my eyes. The softest place in my heart was suddenly touched. I hurriedly dialed the number, and my grandfather's voice soon came from the other end of the phone.
There was more surprise and age in the voice.
Grandpa kept asking me whether the flowers smell fragrant, how my studies have been lately, and whether I am tired from studying. He talked a lot.
Next to my ears are my grandfather’s cordial greetings, in front of my eyes are the goose-yellow stamens of narcissus, and between my noses is the faint fragrance, which makes my nose sore... Maybe you will say, the sun, moon and stars , everything changes from time to time, let alone in this ever-changing world.
But I feel that some people and some feelings will never change, like the fragrance of flowers and the deep family affection.
...
Tribute to the Tree Feeling the pressure on my body increasing, I quickened my pace every day.
Walking hurriedly between campus and home, my eyes are always staring straight at the road ahead. I can only occasionally see a few people who are in the same hurry as me.
If it hadn’t been for the rain, I would have been in such a hurry that I would never have noticed it.
The thin and dense rain made the sky hazy, and the dark clouds never dispersed. The gloomy sky was a bit like my mood at this time.
I was walking on the way home mechanically, and suddenly my umbrella tripped over something. I raised my head for a rare moment, and it turned out to be a clump of branches.
But after taking a look at the tree, I couldn't move for a long time because I couldn't help but look at it carefully. It was really a rare and weak camphor tree.
Although the trees planted on the roadside are not particularly strong, this one is too thin. Even the thickest trunk is only enough for me to measure with one palm, but its youthful appearance has The mottled bark has gone through vicissitudes of life, and the branches are thinner but have many branches.
I think maybe it is these countless twigs that have squeezed out the essence of the mother body.
Looking up, I was stunned. There were dense green leaves growing on such a weak body. After being washed by the rain, they were standing proudly, green and beautiful. I stroked a piece of pure emerald, and it grew very strong.
I can hardly imagine that such beautiful and tough leaves grow from such a thin tree. How much nutrients it has to absorb, how much wind and rain it has gone through, and how much effort it has expended! It turns out that even the weakest of trees can produce incredibly beautiful, strong leaves.
I was moved by the tree, and the gloominess in my heart made me ashamed.
The little tree was pitifully thin, but it was unwilling to be so, so it tried its best to absorb nutrients and grow, showing its other beautiful side.
Perhaps the trunk is destined to be strong, so the beauty of the leaves is achieved, because both branches and leaves are the pride of the tree.
Just like life, there will always be shortcomings of one kind or another. Please don’t be sad. We still have a lot to make up for.
If you are not from a high family, cultivating your character will sublimate your thoughts and make your soul noble; if you are not outstanding in appearance, you will always treat others and do things sincerely, which will make your soul beautiful; if your parents are not powerful, they should respect each other as guests, take care of each other, and enjoy the happiness of a family relationship. .
Just like a tree, with its small branches, it strives to grow lush and rich leaves. It is also a kind of shocking beauty! I have long been far away from the tree, but my thoughts have not taken back even after drifting far away. Instead, I am beside the tree, paying tribute to it!
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