Osmanthus
I praise the plum blossom for its perseverance in spite of the cold; I praise the lotus for its whiteness; I praise the azalea for its nobleness and elegance; but I praise the osmanthus for its chastity and glory.
The trunk of the laurel tree is tall and straight, about ten meters high, the bark is very rough, either gray-brown or russet. The branches of the tree spread outward and are so lush that it looks like a giant fan.
The leaves of the laurel are oval, and its fine veins are very clear, as if the human veins for the laurel tree to transport nutrients. Its color green green, green as emerald that kind of light, let a person see the heart of love. Look, the two leaves are like a pair of small couples like pairs of growth together. The edge of the growth of a small needle-like thorns, a hand touch will also tie to the hand.
The flower is even more beautiful, he has golden and white petals, three or four pieces of one, open, such as a shy little girl hiding in the middle of the leaves. And like a grain of rice fell into the leaves. From a distance, gold, yellow, green osmanthus tree decorated colorful. People say that "the fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of ten miles", as long as you are tired, smell it, you will be refreshed.
The laurel tree blossoms in the fall and bears fruit in the winter. That fruit is green-blue-green-blue, not only is very beautiful, but also can be extracted from the oil, direct consumption of flavor fragrant, delicious. With osmanthus flowers to make tea, can dissipate cold, play a role in medicine. If you use osmanthus flowers to brew wine, make cakes, candy, it is the world's unique food ah!
Osmanthus is how chaste and honorable! It is no wonder that poets praise osmanthus flowers in this way, "osmanthus falls in the moon, the fragrance of the sky outside the clouds.
I love osmanthus
I love osmanthus, I planted two pots of osmanthus at home, and every time the flowers bloomed, I could smell the fragrance of the light flowers.
That night, the moon was hanging in the sky, putting a dark glow, I sat in front of the window, the two pots of osmanthus flowers bloomed outside the window, I appreciate the color of the moon, smelled the faint fragrance of the flowers, really enjoy.
I like osmanthus, I appreciate its low profile, its flowers are small, hidden between the large leaves and branches, the flowers are pale yellow, very light color. I think osmanthus is very simple, will not be like the bright rose, big flowers, bright red color, bright color, flowers are bigger than the leaves, the elegant temperament of the rose, I don't appreciate much, the rose has small thorns on the branches, it's really like a beautiful trap - it's beautiful and attracts people to pick, and then their hands end up being pricked by the thorns on the rose.
The cinnamon is silent, at a certain time, silently exudes fragrance. If I had a garden, I would plant rows of osmanthus beside the path, and when I walk on the path at night, the rows of osmanthus bloom at the same time, emitting a charming fragrance.
The color of the moon and the scent of osmanthus can be really match. The moon on the ground is osmanthus, and the osmanthus in the sky is the moon.
The fragrance of osmanthus
"The fragrance of osmanthus in August, the aroma floats for ten miles". Now in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, you can see osmanthus trees everywhere, although their flowers are not so dense, as if the scattered stars at night, but I love the fragrance of osmanthus flowers at this time.
When osmanthus first bloomed, the aroma is very fragrant, but when you are close to it, you often feel that the aroma is too strong, and even pungent. At this time of year, its aroma gradually faded, leaving only a few strands, only when you sniff carefully, you can catch it in the grass, wood hidden in the trace of mystery. At this time you can also and it close contact, it will not send out that strong flavor, instead of the charming soul of the fragrance, people can not help but intoxicated.
Recall carefully, two years ago, there is also such a beautiful piece of osmanthus tree, but I never seem to focus on it that fragrance of the different, and even do not feel the sweetness of the flowers.
That year, I just went to the first year of junior high school, because the heart has not yet left from the joy of elementary school, only to feel that the homework can be piled up into a small mountain, the teacher will eat people like. Because I am a selective school, so the home from the school is very far, my father every day with me at six o'clock in the morning, no matter how busy in the afternoon is also on time at six o'clock in front of the school waiting, but I was as if nothing to see, only know the study of the trouble and worry.
On the way home, my father would always ask me some school things, or tell him to find those interesting things, but I only think about their own things, did not care what my father said. As time went by, there was only silence on the way home. I only remember one day when my dad said to me, "The osmanthus flowers are dying!" I just turned my head and found that the roadside has a large number of small yellow flowers, emitting a faint fragrance, the original osmanthus early open, just I did not pay attention to it.
Numbness and sadness accompanied me for a year and a half, finally, Dad no longer adhere to his ideas, to help me change schools. By chance, I feel that my father has aged a lot, there are red lines in the eyes, I just recalled that my mother said, my father is the most like to sleep, the morning are eight, nine o'clock before getting up, I seem to be a heavy blow: it is I did not see the beautiful laurel on the road, it is I myself who caused the road to the silence of the road ...... I try hard to catch those memories. I forced myself to get out of the original world and create a new world, but my mind was blank.
When I once again pay attention to the fragrance of this osmanthus, I was in the ninth grade, my father was by my side, I smiled and said to my father, "osmanthus really fragrant ah!" That once the road osmanthus is still beautiful, I'm afraid I don't have much chance to appreciate, and even no longer have the opportunity to go with Dad to appreciate. The school and teachers that I hated so much have also become more nostalgic. The past, I can not go back, but I want to cherish now around all the people who love me, and I should love people and things!
Is it true that distance produces beauty?
The fragrance of laurel
Summer to autumn, cool weather, yellow butterflies flying, quietly blooming laurel in the fall.
The laurel tree stands in front of the school dormitory building, it is flourishing, green leaves in the middle of a lovely little laurel flowers like a shy girl, in the lush branches and leaves in the hidden, sometimes hiding, sometimes showing half of the face, as if in a hide-and-seek with us! Although it is so small, so inconspicuous, but its strong fragrance can always make me stay in the door of the dormitory building for a while. The scent is very fragrant and fragrant, and there is a hint of coolness in the fragrance, which makes us all like it, and adds a touch of goodness in the boring and tedious study life.
The osmanthus at the entrance of the dormitory building, let me every time I go in and out of the dormitory building mood is extraordinarily comfortable, but also reminds me of my aunt's osmanthus cake, that familiar flavor is back, that sweet, mushy, soft, fragrant . Glutinous rice and the aroma of osmanthus, immediately attacked my heart, long lingering ......
I sometimes look at a small osmanthus, quietly smelling its strong fragrance, sometimes I will run around the osmanthus, a wind blew over, the osmanthus branches gently shaking as if nodding hello to me, and then I will pick up a few osmanthus falling on the ground, and then I will be able to see the osmanthus, and then I will be able to see the osmanthus. When I pick up a few osmanthus flowers on the ground, put it in my hand to observe it carefully, the osmanthus flowers have six or seven petals, very nice, blow a breath, osmanthus flowers in the blue sky, bring the fragrance to the faraway places. Mom said the osmanthus bloomed, representing the arrival of autumn, to add more clothes, be careful of catching a cold.
Osmanthus, my favorite flower in the fall, he reminds me of my closest relatives, let me feel the warmth in the campus, thank you for bringing me that moment of good times.
The Games in the fragrance of laurel
The colorful flags fluttered by the flower beds of the school, and brightly colored banners hung on the walls. In the thick fragrance of osmanthus flowers, we finally ushered in the long-awaited sports meeting.
With the order of Principal Kong, the fifth sports meeting of our school opened! At once the whole playground overflowed with an incomparable excitement, excitement. Each class formed a neat square formation, energetic toward the podium. Of course, our class 504 is even better. As we walked past the podium, Mr. Han introduced with passion, "Coming towards us is the vigorous Class 4, who shouted 'Love my Class 4, show my style'." We shouted loud slogans and walked majestically, winning the praise of the whole school.
The race began, the athletes chased me, the whole field was hot. Look! The sand pile side of the long jump competition is very exciting, and the playground side of the 60-meter run is also exceptionally intense.
But the most attractive to me is the high jump competition on the small playground. Athletes are in hot pursuit, one jumped over, another jumped over immediately after. In the end, only two players are left to fight it out. The competition had reached a white-hot level. At this time, the jumping bar was raised again, the audience's heart was almost in their throats. No. 3 dashed forward and jumped hard, but he accidentally touched the pole and fell down heavily, and the pole also fell down with him. In the end his opponent won without a fight.
After the exciting pole vaulting competition, we went to see the 800-meter race. It was really overwhelming. When the referee sounded the gun, the runners like an arrow off the string, "whoosh" dashed out. Liang Yongjun from our class was in the fifth position at the beginning. I couldn't help but feel anxious. So I went to the track and followed him, cheering him on. As I ran, I shouted, "Go Liang!" I don't know if it was my boosting that did the trick, but Liang Yongjun caught up and overtook one runner after another, miraculously winning the championship. Finally, he sat down exhausted on the finish line. I rushed over to help him and gave him a thumbs up. The whole class was so excited that they ran to congratulate him and praised him for winning the honor for the class. In the sweet fragrance of osmanthus flowers, our faces were all covered with sweet smiles.
The Rain of Osmanthus
"Osmanthus is the second patented flower in China, there are more than 600 kinds of flowers, which are mainly divided into golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, danggui and four seasons osmanthus. Osmanthus has a beautiful symbolism, such as laurel ......" With the explanation of the teacher of the Botanical Garden, our small reporters of NiuTongShe opened the journey of osmanthus.
After learning the knowledge and culture of osmanthus, we went to collect fragrant osmanthus flowers everywhere. The osmanthus tree in the botanical garden is really tall and big, it is said to have been fifty or sixty years old, but I looked for a long time and did not find any trace of osmanthus, only see the lush leaves. My teacher said it was because the weather had suddenly turned hot in the past few days, which was too bad. I looked around and walked to the river, only to see a layer of orange osmanthus spread on the surface of the river, as if a big blanket, beautiful.
I continued to look, and finally found a tree with osmanthus blossoms happily open, crowded, as if a group of lovely children. However, the tree is a little high, our children can not touch, this time Xiao Mo brother came, he jumped, his right hand holding the trunk down a pull, osmanthus will rustling fall, as if a perfumed elf in the wind happy dance. Fortunately, I put an umbrella on the ground in advance, just to catch this "osmanthus rain". I carefully grabbed the osmanthus flowers into the bag, and then y smelled, really fragrant!
Osmanthus is the city flower of Hangzhou, and the whole city is beginning to be filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, so let's enjoy it!
After reading about the rain of laurel
Falling flowers are merciless, but there is love on earth!
Early morning sunlight, with skeletonized leaf shadows from the window slanting on the illustration of the last page of "Osmanthus Rain" - full of osmanthus flowers still can not hide the joy on their faces. But this is the main character Wan Ling spent up to ten years of hard work in exchange.
Because of her life, everyone is far away from her, despise her, the annual "shake the osmanthus", she only dared to wash her feet, still hiding in the grass behind the lonely look at the crowded osmanthus tree. Looking at her lonely back, I thought of another person ......
She is a medium-sized, gentle, but too introverted, and does not dare to get in touch with people. The first time I saw her was when she was a little girl, and she was a little girl, and she was a little girl. Afterwards, somehow, the class gradually spread some bad rumors about her. The rumors continued to spread, and the friends who were willing to play with her gradually disappeared. Every activity, always see her alone looking at the bustling crowd, eyes full of yearning, but then again, perhaps it is used to, she can be alone in silence until the end of the class. In the school can only see her silence as always.
But Wan Ling never give up finally ushered in the first spring of his life. She alone saved a fire, saved the faith of the whole village - the laurel tree, changed the whole village's view of her. But she beside us, in silence watching the time slipping away under her feet two or three years later, looking up is still an untouched desert.
The cleanliness freaks in the class were even more sensitive to her. A recess, someone inadvertently brushed her desk, the person turned around and realized that it was her desk, shocked and exclaimed loudly, the noisy class instantly focused their attention on her. She was a little overwhelmed by the number of burning eyes she faced at once, but she looked back at the man and hung her head with a smile, no one knew if it was bitter or helpless. The man still refused to stop, turned around and went to get a rag on the hands desperately rubbing. She went back early in the evening after school. But the duty officer was "obsessed" with her chair, and let her put it any way she wanted. She had to remember to put her chair away before she left. At noon she waited until the last one had closed the doors and windows. But what she did would not be particularly noticed or recognized, but in turn became the butt of jokes.
But her efforts to be recognized by others would not be completely ignored. Gradually, people would come to her defense, and she would not be treated as badly as she had been in the past. She will always be a member of the class, and the only way to make her desert spring is for everyone to water her carefully. Everyone needs to be cared for, and by being more caring and tolerant of those around you, you will be able to immerse yourself in a world full of love and joy. Why not make each other happy by praising others rather than taunting them about their shortcomings? If you lend a helping hand to those around you, you don't have to fear that you won't be able to get up. Under the same roof, we need to support each other to grow. We can also put a perfect end to her ending.
The tree of laurel bloomed and thankful, only the love of the world will never wither.
The Laurel Tree Outside the Window
One day, I pushed open the window of my room, and a fragrance that came to my nose instantly made my heart happy. Looking around, oh, it turns out, is the window of the laurel bloomed.
There is a tall osmanthus tree outside my window. Tall trunk, eyeballing more than 4 meters high, and more than one year to thrive. The dark brown bark, covered with horizontal lines, very rough. The leaves are bright green, green, smooth, with a ring of "small teeth" around the edge. One cluster is piled on top of another, leaving no gap. The turquoise color, shining brightly in my eyes, the breeze blowing, as if each leaf has a small elf in the dance, very beautiful.
Autumn came, the tree is full of bunches of tiny buds. The size of the buds is about the same as a small grain of rice, and the color is similar, just thinner. Touch, soft, and slippery, smell a little light grassy flavor, which is not yet open appearance. Open flowers, yellow-white, four petals in the center, is a grain of millet like yellowish stamens, from the stamens emit a refreshing aroma. Osmanthus aroma, unlike some flowers rich pungent, but a light fragrance, far away, into your nose, close, with the nose to find it carefully, and not so strong incense, make people feel refreshed. There is a hint of coolness in the aroma, as if to remind people that autumn is here.
From the small osmanthus, I realized a truth: the appearance can be very ordinary, but must open the most fragrant aroma!
My buddies and I, often sniffing the aroma under the tree, play and play together. Sometimes we would pick up the little flowers that fell to the ground and put them on our heads, pretending they were a cute little hairpin. Sometimes, will grab a handful of small flowers, to the small partners under a small osmanthus rain ...... small osmanthus flowers in my childhood left fragrant memories.
Osmanthus
I like the most easy to grow good-smelling flowers, so grandpa raised the most osmanthus to my appetite. Grandpa saw that I liked it and gave me a few diaphanous purple osmanthus seeds.
It was fall when the seeds were sown, and I was looking forward to them breaking through the ground with great joy. But after half a month there was no sign of movement, and I gradually forgot about it.
After a few weeks I saw a few delicate seedlings, the tip of the tip is still on the top of the seed shell, like wearing an undersized hat. When the buds first broke through the soil, tender as if the wind is going to break, scared me to water the flowers do not dare to let the water pour down, but carefully sprayed with a spray can little by little. After a few days, the little buds a little long hard, the color from red to green, has grown to two fingers high, grow really fast ah!
As soon as the cinnamon grows up, it will be a one-off, quickly pull up, tender turquoise is also quickly transitioned to brown, the main trunk is as thick as a pinky finger, like a young man!
Spring is here, the laurel finally basked in the warmth of the sun! It received a letter from spring and grew more and more frantically. But after a few days, I realized that its leaves were growing smaller and smaller, but densely packed. Grandpa said it was not enough nutrients, went out to buy a few packets of flower fertilizer, cut off some of the extra branches and leaves, and the leaves grew back out to finally be normal size.
Two years later, it finally blossomed! The flower is hidden between the leaves, slender golden, flowers are only a grain of rice, but densely packed, one next to one. The most attractive, or the aroma. From afar, there is a gust of fragrance. At that moment, I felt that all the effort was worth it.
Hangzhou Guiqi - Gui Hua Le
When the summer girl's skirt, which is a little bit fresh, floats past our eyes, the autumn girl's long skirt, which is a little bit fresh, floats past our eyes. The slender body of the fall girl with her long flowing skirt then came to earth with a magic wand in her hand. People say that the messenger of spring is the cheerful birds and the green flowers and trees; summer mail is the hot sun and the standing lotus; winter followers are the white snowflakes and the dark fragrance of the plum blossoms. Then, the fans of autumn are the colorful chrysanthemums and the fragrant osmanthus. Now, it is already the golden autumn season, the fragrance of osmanthus, take a deep breath, the light fragrance will come to the nose, let a person refreshing. So, in this season, I walked downstairs to look for osmanthus.
As soon as I went downstairs, the faint fragrance of cinnamon came to my nose, wow! So fragrant! My feet were not under the control of my brain, and I followed my intuition to find the source of the scent. Over there! So, my feet ran, looking for that pungent scent. I found the trees, saw the lush green trees, and the tiny clusters of yellow flowers that dotted the trees. "Whoa! Over here! Brother, come see!" I eagerly greeted my brother and pulled him over to the tree. Wow! So many flowers! A cluster of tightly embraced together, as if a few frightened little dolls, tightly embraced together, no intention to separate. That a small flower, as if with five Play-Doh petals glued together, small, clustered together, a small piece of yellow, hanging on the branch, exuding fragrance. I pulled down the branch that was dotted with yellow flowers, and my nose went up to smell it, and the scent seemed to enter my whole body from my nose, and I felt refreshed at once.
Suddenly, I remembered the text "osmanthus rain", I want to experience the author of the kind of "shaking flower music", then asked my brother to stand under the branch, he picked up one of the osmanthus tree, and shook it up, the cool autumn rain, accompanied by the osmanthus scent, and fell down. My brother's face was covered with osmanthus flowers and raindrops. Looking at my brother's joyful appearance, my heart also leaped, hoping that my brother would come to help me shake the osmanthus flowers, so that I could enjoy the feeling. My wish came true right away. I stood under the tree, my brother desperately shook the laurel tree, a piece of petals fell down, gently caressing my face, fell on my face and body, raindrops accompanied by the fragrance of the flowers fell down together. The pungent fragrance seemed to envelop me, and my whole being was immersed in the scent of the flowers. Hands together, trying hard to hold each falling flower, the tiny yellow flowers fell one by one in the palm of my hand, so small, but so charming. I put my nose up and took a deep breath, wow! So fragrant!
Holding a hand full of osmanthus flowers, I walked towards home with excitement. Back home, I put the handful of fragrant osmanthus flowers on the table, pick off the twigs and leaves, put the clear flowers into the boiling hot water, those osmanthus flowers one by one, tumbling, swimming in the boiling water, enjoying this free hot springs. I want to make cinnamon sugar water! My dad made it for me once before in the fall, and it was sweet, delicious, and fragrant! This time, I can finally try to make it myself for once! I knew it was time to fish out the osmanthus blossoms when they turned from their beautiful pale yellow color to that sickly wilted brown. And wait and wait, they finally changed color. After fishing out the osmanthus, I put a few spoons of sugar into it, stirring and stirring, and when the sugar finally melted, I eagerly slipped a mouthful of it, it doesn't matter if you don't drink it, once you drink it, it scalded me to death! I had to be patient, waiting for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes ...... seems to have passed a century, I carefully sip cinnamon sugar water, wow! The fragrance of osmanthus seems to be I drank down, sweet, fragrant, this is really the best water I have ever drunk!
As Li Qingzhao said: "Dark and light yellow body soft. The only thing that remains is the scent. The first thing you need is a light red color, and it's the first of its kind." Osmanthus, not as beautiful as peach blossoms, not as beautiful as peonies, not as magnificent as cherry blossoms, not as elegant as the lotus, but it does not compete with them, but chose to pay quietly, to provide people with its refreshing fragrance.
I like osmanthus
Every year in the fall, there is always a refreshing fragrance around, that comes from a yellowish, small figure. They do not have the nobility and elegance of the peony, nor the enchanting splendor of the rose, but they do not forget to contribute to us until death, adding a touch of poetry to the world. They are osmanthus.
A rain in the fall, bean-sized raindrops in groups swept away many of the weaker beings, roaming petals with the rain, rotating in the rain, dissipated the figure. After the rain, everything looks less vibrant. There is a laurel tree, yesterday there are a yellowish flowers like pearls to decorate her appearance, today is alone - all her "treasures" have been looted. Look, the poor flowers, now scattered in the mud quietly lying, as if the fallen angels, surrounded by a dead air.
You know, for flowers, withering is equivalent to death. So, since this osmanthus has withered, who is emitting a faint fragrance? It is still osmanthus. People died, can still contribute to society? No. Can a flower still emit fragrance after it has withered? Yes, osmanthus is the best example. In front of death, it did not choose to sit and wait for death, but with the remaining power, for the world to do the last power, this is the spirit of osmanthus, the spirit of dedication, the great spirit.
"Falling into the mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance as the old." I like osmanthus, like its fresh aroma, but also like the spirit of selfless dedication.