I am a star in the world, a red petal in the wind and a bunch of bright leaves. ...
The wind is blowing, and I am fragile and fragmented.
The wind blew, and I stayed on the green branches, with green stars and little new green. Slightly shy, monochrome toner.
The wind is blowing and I am floating on the water. Clear water is like a mirror, and the microwave ripples. The petals are fragrant and falling.
The wind is blowing, I am silent in the jungle, swaying trees, sparkling light and shadow. Residual color accumulates, and the fragrance disappears silently.
……
Where will I be forgotten? Maybe, I'm leaving.
I think, maybe, I shouldn't be so quiet, I should be more energetic.
Maybe, next year. In spring, I will stand in the center of the stage and smile sweetly; In summer, I will sing a song of life, brave; In autumn, I will drop the first red petal and sing; In winter, I will play solemn and stirring songs and groans. ...
I'm leaving. I want to announce that I have been to the earth and the world. I want to thank the wind for its company. I want to tell Ye Er that you are the flowers of Yonghe.
The second article
Song of flowers
On a snowy day
A person in the white world, miss you.
Like crazy, like snuggling up to you
That's my longing and longing, falling into snowflakes.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
It was you who touched my soul quietly.
You broke my loneliness for many years.
The unfinished fate of previous lives, let us continue this life.
Thank you, my waiting is so beautiful.
Missed the wind, missed the rain, just waiting for you.
Miss flowers and leaves, just because I have you in my heart.
Waiting, in such a cold winter
Alone in this pure world
Let wandering thoughts find you.
Are you worth waiting for?
If you will come as promised in winter
I will stand in the snowy day and wait for you.
2. Write a composition imitating Song of Flowers. I am a falling rosy cloud. 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.
3. Imitate Song of Flowers and write a composition of Song of Flowers.
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 used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; 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.
4. The parody in the fourth paragraph of Song of Flowers. The parody in the fourth paragraph of Song of Flowers.
I am a flying petal,
Sister Chang 'e threw me from the sky,
So, nature asked me to decorate the moonlight.
I am a cloud in the sky,
Falling from the white beard of heaven,
So, little ants stole me,
See the whole world with your flying sky.
I cried
People are having a good time,
I fell,
The animals held their heads high,
Take it back,
Touch a ball.
The earth and the sky are a pair,
I am their ornament.
This is dangerous. Let me lift it.
That man is in trouble. I'll help.
I fell from the clouds.
Through the mountains.
Once you meet your partner,
I'll say hello to it.
I am the sigh of the gods,
These are the tears of white clouds
Is the pride of the earth.
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 growled, people were afraid, and people were at a loss. Dandelion and the earth are lovers, and I am a carrier pigeon that conveys love between them: this one is extremely hot in his heart, and I will handle it; I went to comfort the sad man. My roar is a harbinger of a storm. The stillness of the tree symbolizes my departure. The fate of the earthly world is the same: I was born in all things and left silently. I flew over the grassland, and the endless grass in Qian Qian bowed to me. Once I see injustice, I immediately shout, punish those restless people and perpetrators, and let them apologize to me. In silence, I touched my broken heart with gentle hands. Comfort 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. Song of white clouds, I am the daughter of the ocean and the earth, and Mother Earth married me to the blue sky. The glittering and translucent water drops are my dowry from the father of the sea. In the morning, I turned into a veil-like mist and sent shining dew to Mother Earth. At night, I turned naughty into cool dew and wiped the dust off my skin for my mother who had worked hard all day. In warm spring, I am my mother's air freshener. On a hot summer day, I helped my father send a summer shower to my mother and all her children. When the air is crisp in autumn, it is my saddest time. I snuggle with the blue sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is the best interpretation of our love. In winter, I am a beautiful catkin, floating down from the air like a drunk, and rushing to the warm embrace of my parents with deep affection. I hope that after winter, I can become more pure and flawless beauty in spring again. Life is different. There are four seasons, but things are changeable. Spring rain, autumn frost, summer rain and winter snow are all my gorgeous dances and beautiful songs. This is my life, and I am willing to sing again and again for everything I love.
6. I am a star in the world, a red petal in the wind and a bunch of colorful leaves.
The wind is blowing, and I am fragile and fragmented.
The wind blew, and I stayed on the green branches, with green stars and little new green. Slightly shy, monochrome toner.
The wind is blowing and I am floating on the water. Clear water is like a mirror, and the microwave ripples. The petals are fragrant and falling.
The wind is blowing, I am silent in the jungle, swaying trees, sparkling light and shadow. Residual color accumulates, and the fragrance disappears silently.
……
Where will I be forgotten? Maybe, I'm leaving.
I think, maybe, I shouldn't be so quiet, I should be more energetic.
Maybe, next year. In spring, I will stand in the center of the stage and smile sweetly; In summer, I will sing a song of life, brave; In autumn, I will drop the first red petal and sing; In winter, I will play solemn and stirring songs and groans. ...
I'm leaving. I want to announce that I have been to the earth and the world. I want to thank the wind for its company. I want to tell Ye Er that you are the flowers of Yonghe.
7. The composition "Song of Flowers" describes what is winter, what is spring, what is summer and what is autumn. Author: Ji Bolun, I speak from nature. Nature said it, took it back, hid it in her heart, and then said it again ... I am a star, falling from the green sky.
I am the daughter of all elements: winter gave birth to me; Spring makes me blossom; Summer makes me grow; Autumn makes me sleepy. I am a gift for friends and relatives to communicate; I am the crown of the wedding; I am the last sacrifice of the living to the dead.
In the morning, I will greet the light with the morning wind; In the evening, I saw the birds off together. I swayed on the Yuan Ye to make the scenery in Yuan Ye more charming; I breathe in the breeze to make it more fragrant.
When I take a nap, thousands of sparkling eyes look at me in the night sky; When I woke up, the huge one-eyed person in the daytime stared at me. I drink the nectar made by the morning glow; Listening to the chirping and singing of birds; I dance and the grass applauds me.
I always look up at the sky and am fascinated by the light; I never feel sorry for myself, nor am I narcissistic. These philosophies have not been fully understood by human beings.