No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following is a collection of essays on flowers that I have compiled. You are welcome to share them. Composition 1 on the topic of flowers
Read it a thousand times without getting tired of it. Meticulous words are no match for its luxuriant branches: Tang poems and Song lyrics are no match for a tree with blooming flowers; poems and operas are no match for its rhymeless murmuring among the leaves. I dreamed of returning to my old home in my hometown, with flowers blooming and falling, and the four seasons changing, but its figure remained firm.
First meeting·immature
In the early spring of the year when I was a child, the drizzle continued, quietly weaving the dream of spring. My hometown is like a newborn baby, full of vitality. My father brought back a pear sapling. The small pear tree was short and thin, with only a few residual leaves hanging on the branches, which looked very monotonous. I don’t know the origin of the pear tree, but I am very happy. It is the beautiful expectation of my childhood life.
I carefully helped the sapling into a small pit, then closed my eyes and said happily, "little pear tree, my father said you are as old as me. From now on, we will grow up together!" The rain is like a dream and like mist, witnessing a beautiful oath. I took a handful of fine mud and sprinkled it gently into the pit. In my memory, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, there will be a little girl whispering beside a small pear tree. In my expectation, the pear tree also sprouted buds and grew up day by day, but never bloomed
Goodbye·Wind and Rain
As I grow up, I am leaving I went to school far away from home, and the study tasks were very stressful. The pear tree that never bloomed was gradually forgotten by me. I still remember that summer, when I failed the quizzes one after another, I felt depressed and went back to my hometown in anger. Those days were always stormy, and the sky was as dark as a thick ink that could not be melted away, making it hard for me to breathe. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the whole village was changed beyond recognition.
That night, I accidentally heard my father’s voice in the house. He said in a low tone: Hey, the pear tree in the yard should be cut down, it won't grow anymore. I was shocked and quickly looked out the window. The pear tree was dancing wildly in the wind and rain, with leaves flying all over the sky and branches broken. But! The pear tree is still struggling. In the wind and rain, its trunk has been bent very much, but it has never been broken. It is so resilient!
My thoughts went back to that early spring. I thought of the oath I made that year and the horrible test paper. But now, it is fighting alone, but I choose to escape! I rushed into the house and shouted to my father loudly: It will grow up and bloom! It will bear fruit! Don't cut it! I'll work with it! I cried desperately. The tears were bitter, but they took away my weakness.
The father nodded. It was still windy and rainy outside, but my heart was no longer confused.
Later·Flowers
Now that I am in junior high school, the pear trees in my hometown have gradually recovered their greenness
and are now strong The pear tree is gone. This spring, I returned to my hometown again, and the pear tree miraculously bloomed. I stood in front of the pear tree. The pear blossoms were spread out in clusters, layer by layer, like brocade clouds all over the sky. Under the warm spring light, they were like snow and jade, white and white, overflowing with color and sparkling. The fragrance comes, attracting bees and butterflies, like a fairyland.
I clung to the tree and gently stroked the vicissitudes of bark with my hands. The scars on the tree were like bright characters, engraved by the years! I stroked it quietly, as if reading an intriguing story, bitter and beautiful. Yan Yu murmured, the spring breeze blew slightly, and I seemed to be back in the early spring again, but the pear trees bloomed, and I became stronger.
Read it a thousand times without getting tired of it. Yes, I understand, even if
your fate is bumpy and your life is unsatisfactory, don’t back down. As long as you have the fragrance of flowers in your heart, you can continue to interpret the story of growth, bloom a tree of flowers, and harvest sweet fruits. Composition 2 on the topic of flowers
July, the scorching summer, makes me miss the humid rainy season in March and April, and think of the trees full of flowers that cannot be called famous, and the graceful trees on both sides of the road. But there are also colorful fallen flowers, scattered all over the ground, beautiful for a whole season.
Beautiful things can always bring about inexplicable sadness and emotion in my heart, which cannot be explained or explained. Now that I think about it, I think it’s just because I worry about gains and losses. What’s sad is that I don’t know when I’ll lose it, but what’s touching is what I have now. Sometimes I always sigh a little, people are always so complicated, they don't cherish the present, but feel sad about the later.
In the scorching summer, this bustling city is blooming with flowers. There are always endless flowers blooming in the park, on the side of the road, in front of the buildings, some are delicate, some fresh, some bright, some dim, and But I am always in a hurry, and I don't have time to cast a surprised glance at their beauty. Many beautiful things become the past inadvertently. When one day I think of them, I feel that they have already lost their shadow.
My workplace is adjacent to a famous park in this city. I occasionally step into this park when I arrive at the company in the morning. When I enter, I always feel that I am out of place.
Most of the people coming in and out were middle-aged and elderly people. Occasionally, there were some children holding the hands of grandparents and swaying as they walked along the path. There was only me, a young man, a young woman carrying a small bag on her back. However, this feeling of being out of place does not hinder my interest in visiting the park.
I don’t know how big this park is yet. It seems that I have been here several times. Each time I come in through a different door and go out through a different door. I only remember that there is an undefeated person at each door. Flowers, flowers whose names I cannot call out, are colorful and have different petals, but they cannot be deeply liked by me. The reason why I don't like them is not that they are good-looking or not, but that they are just a kind of decoration, placed here to please tourists. One day they will become decadent and there will be no place for them. In contrast, the wild flowers and grass growing quietly in the corners of big trees and near the lake attract my attention more, and the shooting tools in my hand often press the shutter for them. Perhaps one day, these wild flowers and grasses will be ruthlessly eradicated by gardeners, but they will eventually grow freely, not to please others, but only for themselves.
There is a path in the park that I like very much. There are two rows of trees planted on both sides of the path, a kind of flowering tree. Each flower has five petals, is lavender in color, and looks like a redbud flower. When the wind blows, the petals slowly fall. When walking under the rain of flowers, I always imagine a couple holding hands in front of me, and the corners of my mouth will unconsciously rise.
As for flowers, I like those phoenix flowers and kapok that grow on trees... They are high up in the sky, and their beauty does not flatter the world, and will not droop because they want to be praised. Looking at their beauty, one can only raise one's head. Only when they are defeated will people be able to take a closer look at the decadent beauty, leaving the final beauty in the hearts of the world.
The summer wind is always mixed with restless emotions, as if it is contagious, and every passerby who passes by has a frown on his face. Walking on the sidewalk, looking at the flowers on the guardrail, their white petals are covered with dust, losing their original flawlessness and admiring gaze. Under the scorching sun, they silently decorated the streets of this city, but no one stopped for them. Suddenly, I wanted to gently break off an unknown white flower and pin it to my clothes during the season when summer flowers are in full bloom. Go up, facing the different eyes, and embark on the endless journey with joy. Composition 3 on the topic of flowers
Brother, your blue chrysanthemums will never wither
A lonely eagle hovers over the beautiful grassland, its eyes are like lightning, and it lowers its head. Walking on the vast Mongolian grassland, it discovered a group of white fat sheep, but it was indifferent because there was a sharp archer next to the sheep. He was a Mongolian boy... Soma. Soma started learning archery at the age of five. Now that he has perfected his archery skills, the aloof eagle trembled, flapped its wings and flew away. The sun gradually sets over the mountains, and the afterglow dyes the grassland golden and red. In the distance, a young man is riding a white horse and driving a flock of sheep, gradually disappearing in the dusk sunset, forming a vivid picture. When Soma came to the yurt, he drove the sheep into the fence, jumped off the horse, and walked in. "Brother, brother, why are you coming back now?" Soma's sister Mei Duo took her brother's hand, with tears in her eyes. Soma was also very sad. Their parents went to the back of the mountain together and said they wanted to hunt wolves, but they never came back. Now, he and his sister depend on each other for life. She is his only relative, and he is also her only support. Soma held his sister in his arms and said to her: "Mei Duo, tomorrow I will take you to play by the river in the back mountain. There are many red deer there." His sister became happy after hearing this. In fact, she didn't want to go there to play, she just wanted to be with her brother. Early the next morning, a bright morning star had just hung in the sky, and Mei Duo couldn't sleep anymore. She woke up her brother Soma with joy, and she and her brother rode on their tall white horse and set off. Along the way, they enjoyed the sunrise, the dew at dawn, and listened to the sweet singing of birds and the sound of running water. They walked a long way, but they did not feel tired at all. "We're here," Soma said. He lifted his sister off the horse and jumped off himself. Mei Duo's eyes lit up: "The riverside in spring is so beautiful!" She started running by the river. The riverside was full of orchids, which decorated the place like a fairyland. Suddenly, two gunshots were fired, and two red deer jumped out of the forest and ran very fast, startling Mei Duo. She hurriedly hid next to her brother Soma. After a while, two more hunters jumped out of the forest. , they held long guns and shouted loudly: "Over there! Don't let them escape!" They chased in the direction of the red deer. Soma was very angry. He decided to do something for the animals he loved. He asked his sister to wait for him by the river. He got on his horse and stopped in front of the two hunters: "Stop, why do you hurt these innocent people?" "Go away!" A hunter yelled at Soma, "Don't mind your own business, or I'll be rude to you." As he said this, he grabbed Soma's clothes and pulled him off the horse. Rolling into a ball with the hunter, the hunter was no match for Soma. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other hunter hurriedly pointed the cold gun at Soma. With a bang, blood gushed out from Soma's chest. "Brother...brother!" Mei Duo cried, and the two hunters ran away. Mei Duo ran to Soma and took his brother's hand.
The sun set... Many years later, Mei Duo walked to her brother's grave, took out her brother's flute, stroked it, and picked a blue chrysanthemum that her brother often picked for her: "Blue chrysanthemum! What are you expecting?" What are you wearing? May your petals never wither, blue chrysanthemum." Composition on Flowers 4
Some people like the gorgeous peonies, some like the dignified clivia, and some Some people like the pleasant-smelling jasmine, and some people like the graceful and graceful rose—I, however, like the autumn chrysanthemum that stands proudly in the wind and frost.
The courage to fight against the wind and frost is Qiu Ju’s true nature, which can also be said to be its character and habits. In the late autumn season, wind and frost rush towards Qiu Ju. Qiu Ju does not hesitate to meet the challenge of wind and frost. Wind and frost can do nothing to Qiu Ju, but it does not give up. The wind and frost are getting worse, and it wants Qiu Ju to surrender, but Qiu Ju does not give up. Fear, face it bravely, what can Fengshuang do to it!
Autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, like little angels in late autumn, bringing warmth to people's souls. That kind of spirit that blooms despite the frost is even more valuable. It does not bloom in March, but in late autumn when all the flowers have withered. Different varieties of chrysanthemums are blooming in competition, which is so beautiful. Single flowers, parallel stems, full blooms, dense as stars, so colorful. Some are dancing like dragons and phoenixes; some are slim and graceful; some are small and exquisite; some are complex and huge; some are as quiet as moonlight; some are as gentle as feathers. Red, white, yellow - soothing.
The colorful chrysanthemums are in various shapes, some are like fountains, blooming with golden and silver threads; some are like hydrangea flowers, surrounded by groups; some are like sea anemones, with curved petals. The eye-catching cliff chrysanthemums are in full bloom, standing upright on the high flower stand, like a peacock spreading its wings, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and like a girl dragging her skirt, standing gracefully. Looking closer, the reds are fiery red and the yellows are golden. The layers of flowers are gathered together, like small balls of wool, and the stamens are like small mushrooms. The white flowers have another interest: the single-layer petals are sparsely scattered, like an enlarged crystal snowflake, while the green stamens are not densely packed, like many silkworm eggs, crowded together. Red, white and yellow flowers hang down from the flowerpot, long and wide, just like a colorful waterfall, so majestic! And the "Fuji Snow Peak" is a snow-white desk chrysanthemum with thick and numerous petals. The curved petals in the middle are slightly rolled inward, and the outermost petals are slightly stretched out, making the whole flower a Round, from a distance, it looks like an imposing snow-capped mountain. The few green leaves sticking out from the strong branches are like a piece of grassland at the foot of the mountain.
Autumn chrysanthemum grows in late autumn. No matter how bad the weather is, it is still lush and full of vitality; its perseverance spirit seems to be fighting the cold; it embellishes nature in obscurity, However, he asked for nothing. Grandpa said to me: "Chrysanthemum is a famous flower. It is not only beautiful, but also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. Use it to make tea, which is fresh and refreshing."
I have seen the beautiful roses and admired the beautiful peonies. However, I like the soft yet strong autumn chrysanthemums the most. I stared at Qiu Ju for a long time, as if I saw thousands of ordinary workers selflessly dedicating themselves to the motherland; I seemed to see the border guard post, the PLA uncle's clenched steel gun and vigilant eyes; and I seemed to see the drilling of a well. Next to the machine, there are busy figures of oil workers and a little bit of mud - aren't they all as ordinary as Qiu Ju? Yes, but they all have a diligent and brave spirit and the confidence to revitalize China. Just like Qiu Ju, she does not choose any conditions, is not afraid of hardships and obstacles, and devotes her whole life to the prosperity of the motherland in an ordinary position. I love chrysanthemums, and I love people with Qiu Ju’s qualities even more, who are struggling and working for the future of our motherland.