In the morning, I can't wait to run to the balcony, hey! Yesterday, the blue buds turned red overnight, and the buds were competing to grow, and my heart was full of joy. Ah! That half-purple and half-green bud is in bloom! Their openings are about the size of water bottle caps. There is a pale yellow stamen in the center of the flower, which is very beautiful. Like a beautiful butterfly, the breeze blows and the butterfly dances.
On the fifth day, I found that my iris had changed again. Purple buds grow up unconsciously, with petals as big as knuckles. The other two red buds are getting darker and darker, purple. I watered it and the flowers nodded frequently in the breeze, as if thanking me.
Iris can't run or jump, but in my heart it is cuter than any small animal that can run and jump. "iris! Iris. I really want to take you to school and let my classmates share your youth with me. "
2. Iris composition That summer, cicada sang beautifully and sang a song tactfully.
I write rare songs with a pen tip. I wrote about the vicissitudes and noise of the world. I am immersed in my own fantasy. Those illusory words weave a perfect story.
No cheating, no oppression, nothing that makes me sad. I wander between truth and confusion.
When she appeared, I was facing the bright blue iris outside the window, writing the princess's joy and sadness. She is dressed in blue, blue to sadness.
Walking indifferently, you naturally become a smiling princess in the story. She said, her name is Mo.
She is my neighbor. So, this name, the woman in blue, stayed in my memory.
Her bright eyes and smile are destined to make me give up all my fantasies and loneliness. She said, you can't always be in the happiness you weave.
She said, I am your friend. She said, I will always watch over you.
I believe. Therefore, whether it is sunny or cloudy, we are happy and sad together, and we will always be inseparable friends.
We hummed and ate the ice cream forest next to the blue iris. Hand in hand, we shuttled in the dark, looking for sparkling fireflies.
There are no secrets between us. Her smile is eternal.
Everyone says that our friendship is comparable to a golden mirror. God is a stingy old man. He is jealous of my friendship with Mo.
Therefore, God gave us a curse of happiness. Don't move. She left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to wait for me to come back from my grandmother's house.
I ran like crazy until I stood in front of her door. The door is locked, and it's terribly quiet.
People go to the building. I just stood there for a long time.
It was winter when she came back. She is wearing a warm orange down jacket.
I was afraid to say hello when I passed her house. She didn't seem to see me either, still sighing in her hand.
We passed by, but we were strangers. Miss like weeds, crazy growth, in a barren land, full of colorful wildflowers.
I miss the old days and friendship. Passing by again and again, close at hand, my gradually cooling heart finally returned to a long time ago.
Go back to the day before we first met. When I was me.
I looked at the window and could see the window of the blue iris. I continued to write, writing the article you left a long time ago, using a pen and a picture until the paper was dense. I was in tears.
3. I like iris composition with 300 words. I like Alice. Do you know what I like best? Yes, it is an elegant and beautiful iris.
Iris is named after its petals are shaped like the tail of a kite, and its genus is called "Rainbow". It has long pale green sword-shaped leaves, with pale yellow stems sticking out between the leaves, and there are many soft flowers on the stems.
The flower is very big, and its petals droop slightly, like a dancing girl. If you look at them from a distance, you will think they are just colorful butterflies! Iris has many colors, and each color represents a different meaning: white iris like snow represents innocence; The mysterious blue iris in the sky represents secret praise; The yellow iris, regarded by Israelis as a symbol of "gold", represents eternal friendship, enthusiasm and happiness; The dazzling purple iris symbolizes auspiciousness and is really elegant! What I admire about Iris is not only its beautiful "posture" and gorgeous colors, but also its selfless dedication. Iris has made many contributions to mankind. If widely used in the manufacture of perfume and essential oil, it can also promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, detoxify and promote digestion, or be used for symptoms such as falling, rheumatic pain and sore throat. Iris is also contained in many Chinese herbal medicines.
Iris's dedication is worth learning! I love iris, its beautiful appearance, and its selfless inner.
Write a composition according to the inscription "Ming Iris". I have become the iris that sings on your chest.
The breeze you breathe blows me in the tinkling moonlight.
Use your broad palm.
contingently
Cover me.
two
Can I dream now?
Snow, forest
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers
Can I have a real Christmas tree?
Covered with
Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales
Fireworks and fountains show joy.
Can I run in the street with a smile?
three
Where is my little basket?
Autumn harvest of long grass in my high-yield field
Where is my old kettle?
Thirsty lunch break under my scaffolding
I have never tied a bow, my English practice: I love you, love you.
I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp.
My countless times
Tears that flowed out and swallowed.
also
also
Don't ask me.
Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?
In the past, like a cricket hiding in the corner.
Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.
Friend, the composition on this topic is very difficult to write. I found one, but it was not a poem when I wrote it. I wonder if it's to your taste.
5. How to write a composition of a famous painting? This famous painting Iris is one of my favorite Van Gogh works. I don't know, maybe just attracted by her beauty. Although it is a very common plant, it is so cute. I think the iris he painted must be more beautiful and real than the real one. Theo once said that this painting "was very appreciated by the audience at the independent salon. He attracts you from a distance. " The picture is full of fresh breath and vitality. "When I wrote these words, this iris appeared in front of me. Unfortunately, this painting is printed. At present, I copied it according to the original size. I look at her every day, and it is really unspeakable beauty. You will feel a very happy feeling. When you think back to Van Gogh's misfortune and the fate of these paintings, you will sigh endlessly and sigh at the infinity left by the master. Perhaps Europeans are also very old-fashioned and rigid in consciousness. I think many of Van Gogh's later works are beautiful, and most of them are upward. Those paintings praise nature and yearn for a better life. Why are they not understood? 1988, this painting was sold for $53 million! As Van Gogh's Journey said: "The public is once again faced with this elusive painting. Its value is determined by the bidding war at the auction, and the winner of its profits is actually someone who has nothing to do with the creation of this work. "What can you say when you see this? Happy for Van Gogh? Because he really became a master today; Feel sorry for him? Because he went to heaven in the morning, he will never enjoy the love of the people.
6. Ask for an essay about Iris (original). Iris can sing (Shu Ting)
My sadness is because of your shining.
Lift the faint nimbus.
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one
On your chest
I became a singing iris.
The breeze you breathe blows me.
In the tinkling moonlight
Use your broad palm.
contingently
Cover me.
two
Can I dream now?
It's snowing. Big forest
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers
Can I have a real Christmas tree?
Covered with
Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales
Fireworks and fountains show joy.
Can I run in the street with a smile?
I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp.
My countless times
Tears that flowed out and swallowed.
also
also
Don't ask me.
Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?
In the past, like a cricket hiding in the corner.
Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.
four
Let me have a quiet dream.
Don't leave me.
That short, short street
We've been walking for a long time.
Let me have a peaceful dream.
Leave me alone
Ignore the crows who can't hover.
As long as there are no clouds in your eyes
Let me have an absurd dream.
Don't laugh at me.
I want to walk into your lines every day.
I will come back to you blushing every night.
Let me have a crazy dream.
Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.
When I say: You are mine! You are mine
Honey, don't blame me. ...
I even long for it.
A thousand waves of enthusiasm
Drown you a million times
five
When we meet face to face.
Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.
The world screamed back.
Time is spinning wildly.
Fall like an avalanche.
When we look at each other quietly
The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.
A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.
Attract us deeper.
Silence, Enrichment and Harmony
six
done
Sitting hand in hand in the dark.
Listen to the voices of the old and the young.
Wear it in our hearts
Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door
You don't have to talk to me.
but ...
seven
Wait? What is that? What's that noise?
Wake up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins.
When I'm dizzy
Forever awake sea
What is that? Whose will?
Open the eyes of my body and soul together.
"You must carry the cross every day.
Come with me. "
eight
Umbrella dream
Dandelions fly like flies.
Surrounded by a crater.
nine
My emotional bougainvillea
You would rather live than die.
Back to your stormy hillside.
Don't shake the vase.
Wild swan in my nature, even if you have a gunshot wound.
Through the open winter.
Don't miss the spring scenery with railings
However, my name and my faith
At the same time entered the runway.
A single record representing a country.
I have no right to rest.
The sprint of life
There is no end, only speed.
ten
towards
The sky that will make the highest ruling.
I lift my face.
Feng, you can take me there.
But I still have a heart of my own
Recognize the rights of the unhappy.
eleven
Honey, raise your lamp.
Follow me on the road.
Let me broadcast it with my lines.
The ideal clock is in the hometown of overseas Chinese behind the swamp, and the night is so soft.
Lights and cities cluster in my arms, and the lights arch.
Let my lines continue to trudge with me
The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: you can't go there.
The criss-crossing land of springs provides signposts for flowers.
sixteen
Your position
Under that flag
Ideal makes pain shine.
This is the olive tree I entrusted.
For you.
final conclusion
Come to me with pigeons.
Come to me in the morning.
You will learn from people's love.
Find me.
Find yours
Singing iris
7. Write a composition. Flowers grow with me.
I lived with my grandparents when I was a child. Grandpa is a man who really enjoys life. There are always many flowers at home. The yard in front of grandpa's house is my favorite place, where there are delicate red roses. There are also tall osmanthus trees, and in autumn, the fragrance of osmanthus is coming. There are plenty of camellias. Summer night in the courtyard to enjoy the cool, looking up at all the stars, looking down at all the flowers. Therefore, the fragrance of flowers grew up with me.
Until now, when I go home to visit my grandparents, I can still see many flowers. However, now I can know more about flowers and understand their language and meaning.
Beauty under the Moon
Many people may not be familiar with the name of this flower. But you must know the idiom "a flash in the pan". Have you guessed? "Beauty under the Moon" is an epiphyllum. Why is it a flash in the pan? Because epiphyllum only blooms once. However, it often only opens in the evening or night in late summer. And the flower language of "Beauty under the Moon" is-miss love and pursue it all your life.
"iris"
Do you know the national flower of France? It's iris. Iris belongs to Iridaceae, purple. As we all know, France is a romantic country, and flowers come from romantic cities. Isn't it romantic? Iris's flower language is also very romantic-the happiness of believers. Yes, I'm sure, as long as you firmly believe, as long as you believe, as long as you work hard, then happiness will definitely knock on your door with an iris.
"Rose"
Roses come in many colors. Red roses must be the least strange to everyone. However, in addition, there are white roses, pink roses, yellow roses, black roses and blue enchantresses. Among them, the macro rose is passionate love, the yellow rose represents apology, the black rose is gentle and sincere, and you are the devil, it belongs to me.
"Rose"
Many people mistake roses for roses. In fact, roses are also called Chinese rose, which is a little smaller than the disk of roses.
I like flowers very much, but my role is not to grow flowers. I like to look at flowers, and I also like to express myself in the language of flowers, guide myself and pursue a life like flowers. Remind yourself with flowers and tell me about my growth with flowers. I hope I can enjoy life like my grandfather.
So, I grew up in the fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of flowers will give me infinite reverie.