In the summer after the rain, the sunshine is particularly dazzling, and the impetuous feeling comes quietly, bringing a little uneasy memories, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, breaking my quiet life and stirring up ripples; Looking around like a lost child. Vaguely, wisps of elegant fragrance floated with the wind, and I felt refreshed. Looking around, it turned out to be gardenia. The green flower branches are covered with clusters of flower bones, and the elegant petals are opened in twos and threes, as white as snow, clearly embedded around the pale yellow stamens, soft, quiet and warm!
The moment when flowers bloom carries beauty, just like that pure white friendship, which is deeply remembered in my heart, engraved in my heart and forever frozen! White flowers bloom in youth, refreshing, full of memories, full of fragrance and sweet taste, which is the only reason I like it!
I remember my companion. In the morning, I picked a bunch of fresh and white gardenias from the yard and put them in my desk. Although the flowers are elegant, I think they are rich. He said, "Here you are. You are my friend. " The fragrance of flowers wafted over again, and the sense of smell spread to the five zang-organs and settled in my heart, which warmed my heart.
Gradually like gardenia, like the fragrant friendship, like the rich sweetness in memory. I think the faint fragrance of flowers and pure friendship will not disappear with the passage of time. On the contrary, it is worthy of my deep treasure in my heart, which makes me unforgettable and moved by happiness. I look forward to this friendship forever!
Years have changed, age has increased, and the memories deposited in my memory have made me more understanding, more tolerance and less doubt about gratitude and love in my life; More introverted, less impetuous; Think more and be less superficial.
Gardenia, as white as snow, blooms quietly, revealing its unique temperament and charm. As cool as Xia Feng, as long as white clouds, as lingering as butterflies dancing, full of charm and refreshing. Gardenia after the rain, the raindrops flowing on the petals, crystal clear, set off the delicate petals, charming and moving, infiltrated into the heart, fascinating, but the heart is gentle and elegant, extraordinary and refined.
It is a natural law that flowers bloom and fall, but I still can't help but feel sad when I see a piece of withered flowers. Petals gradually dry up and turn yellow, slowly wither, as if they will lose something. So, I picked them up one by one and put them in the book. Although it is not as fragrant as when it blooms, the fragrance of flowers has always been in my heart.
After all, I will understand that the passage of time, the change of appearance and the vagueness of memory will not dilute some memories in life. That pure friendship, like a gardenia blooming in my heart, always warms me and touches me!