Time is an arrow that goes swiftly, and before you know it, the week is over again, and we have a new view of people and things, and it's time to do a good weekly journal seriously. What kind of weekly journal is a good weekly journal? Here is my carefully organized weekly journal of cinnamon scent, I hope it will be helpful to you.
Osmanthus Scent Weekly Journal 1This season, even the air smells of osmanthus.
I am more and more can feel the beauty of this city. In the north of the maple leaves are rotting, this southern city is full of osmanthus fragrance. I still clearly remember that day, suddenly thought it was time for the fragrance of osmanthus, so I went to the workshop in front of the osmanthus tree in front of a serious look, there is no trace. But only two days later, suddenly smelled this strong smell. Is it a genie? Why did it walk in so quietly, is it trying to give us a burst of surprise?
Perhaps it does not have a graceful body and delicate colors, but for me, that cluster of stars on the branches, that is, the gift from heaven, which is the natural fragrance. People say good flowers also need green leaves to support, flowers because of the green leaves and become more beautiful. And it is, even willing to retreat within the green leaves, quietly bloom, hard to turn themselves into a companion. Perhaps, I just like it to hide themselves, not openly temperament it.
The day before yesterday, traveling to the outskirts of the countryside, a two-story building, the aroma once again attacked. "Quickly, quickly come and help me." An old woman yelled out of her mouth. The old man tied apron, standing on a bench, while constantly picking osmanthus flowers while shouting, the ground put a dustpan, dustpan has been loaded with a few just picked flowers.
She also stood on the small bench, like her grandmother, pinched the flowers with her hands, saved enough, and then threw it into the dustbin. "Grandmother, am I not very capable."
"Of course, my dear!"
Over there, the sun came through the cracks in the house, and the sunlight poured over them. For a while, I was in a bit of a trance, this should be an image from decades ago, when I was also this age, my grandmother took me, picking the night-scented flowers in front of the house. It should have been evening, but it was still very hot. Grandma took a vegetable basket and came to the flower rack. A few nightshade vines climbed all over the trellis, which was so high for me that I couldn't reach it. Grandma stepped on the bench, head high and pick the flowers on the shelf, I followed in the basket below, grandma picked a handful of flowers, I took over to the basket, in the evening, these flowers became a delicious soup on our table.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a position of power, and I've never seen one.
The girl, many years later, if you remember what happened today, should also be infinite flavor, incomparable happiness, right?
Look, the fragrance of the flowers, and drifted over!
The fragrance of the laurel weekly journal 2
August of the lunar calendar, is the season of laurel blooming, the burst of refreshing aroma, refreshing, can not help but want to come closer to some, and then closer to some, smelling enough, before reluctantly leave.
There are three kinds of laurel trees, the most common golden laurel, silver laurel is my favorite flower. Golden laurel love to show off, the golden light is dazzling, so that people forget its small; silver laurel is very shy, will be hidden in the leaves, so that the original small body more tender. They each have their own character and fragrance: golden osmanthus is lively and unrestrained, rich fragrance to introduce people's attention; silver osmanthus is elegant and virtuous, elegant fragrance is particularly pleasing to the eye. They are like a pair of siblings with very different personalities, performing their respective aroma techniques to help people soothe their emotions and bring pleasure.
Most people do not pay much attention to the appearance of osmanthus, only like their aroma, but I like, not only like their aroma, but also like their appearance. It, small and delicate, the edge of the flower is a little slightly curled, very delicate and lovely. I especially like fresh osmanthus flowers. Because fresh osmanthus isn't as listless as the ones that are missing. It has a glow, bright and golden. The aroma of fresh osmanthus is also particularly charming, and when you take a sniff, you can't help but be intoxicated. When you look closely at a fresh osmanthus flower, the outside is exquisite with golden petals and the inside is rounded with orange stamens. And, through these, you can actually find that the color of the osmanthus, not in addition to green only yellow, it is colorful oh!
Osmanthus flowers often stay together in groups of three and five. So, you can see more than ten osmanthus flowers on it when you fold down a branch at random when it is in full bloom. These osmanthus flowers, you smell, you love it.
I love osmanthus, love its small and exquisite, love its exquisite, love its fragrance!
Osmanthus Weekly Memoir 3In the mid-autumn season, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, which makes my heart happy. Sitting alone on the balcony, smelling the refreshing fragrance of the flowers, the slanting sun reflected on my face, I seemed to fall into the sea of flowers, and as if into a colorful dream.
In the past, in my hometown, I used to cool off under the osmanthus tree in the fall night, an autumn wind blew, the fine osmanthus flowers fluttered, they stayed on my head and hands, telling me their joys and sorrows. The osmanthus flowers on the ground are also not willing to be lonely, as my wild `heart rocking up, want to be immortalized and go. Whenever this happens, my mother will always sit down beside me, sometimes without saying a word, sometimes talking about a lot. From the childhood fun, to the unforgettable things in the student years, and the future of the road. Now that I am working in Liuzhou, I inadvertently smelled the fragrance again in the unit. Osmanthus trees one after another, seems to be a lot, but the timid little flowers are very little, perhaps they are also very contradictory, both want to blossom and afraid of no one to appreciate, both want to other country fragrance and afraid of falling lost incense. Longcheng in September is too warm, some osmanthus wilted, but they are rarely willing to fall to the ground, still stubbornly stand in the branches, even if the occasional wind to appease them, but also do not lose their will. I stood under the tree for a long time, until my friend woke me up with a tap, "What are you looking at?" I said, "Look at a stubborn flower, a stubborn tree, a stubborn person."
Night tour of Longcheng, listening to my friend proudly introduced to me the local customs and localities, as well as a hundred miles of water promenade, I swallowed it whole, heard and saw the most is one after another colorful style of the bridge, a full view of the Liujiang River at night. In these twenty-two bridges, the oldest and most famous, undoubtedly in the war period to build the Liujiang River Railway Bridge, it has weathered the storm, is still one of the important transportation hub in the south. To this day, I still see the love of Liuzhou people for it, and the contribution it has made to the prosperity of Liuzhou. It is like both the backbone of the Dragon City and the crutch of Liu Zongyuan, which gave the giant a new fulcrum to travel through the past and present and live up to the sage's work.
Now that I am one of its guardians, I feel the honor and responsibility on my shoulders. People are destined to be wanderers in life, but it is not sad, do not care about the feet, only care about the front. The railroad is a warm home, its broad-mindedness can shelter the wanderers tender heart, so that the wandering people feel that warmth from the railroad.
"The wind rises and the clouds fly, and the iron dragon to guard the four directions." There is so a dragon city, this city has a "steel dragon vein", guarding this "dragon vein", is the tireless railroad people.
The weekly journal of laurel 4
Looking back, I have long gone through the cardamom years, stepped into the poetic flower season. The small osmanthus tree has also grown into a floor high, branches and leaves, flowers and fragrance.
Ten years of years, more than three thousand days and nights from the fingertips quietly slipped away. Now, the surprise of the geese in the eyes has long since ceased to exist. Pin recalled that fading childhood, there are joyful play, there are rich crying, more sweet and sour episode ...... This is ultimately a naive little girl's splendid childhood.
When I was a child, I worked with my father in the school has been living in the teachers' dormitory in the middle school. In those years, I was accompanied through my childhood by three young sisters of the same age and a few older brothers in elementary school. At that time, the construction of the school was not so good, and many facilities were not complete. To be honest, there was really nothing to play in the school, our favorite place was the big playground at the back of the school, where there was a sandpit for long jump, we would water and play in the mud here, or catching insects and digging for earthworms under the pine tree behind the flag-raising platform in the school playground. But in the fall, the most favorite is a laurel tree near the student dormitory.
Whenever the high season of autumn, the school is always filled with a light fragrance of osmanthus, a little bit of seepage into the heart, with a hint of sweet breath.
I met with several small friends under the osmanthus tree. That is a short osmanthus tree, although not as tall as the breadfruit tree, not as thick as the sycamore tree, looks a little weak, but it branches and leaves, perennial lush, is our beloved little friend, every time to the fall, bearing a flower like the size of a grain of rice osmanthus flowers, golden, lovely, as the turquoise new leaves dotted with clusters of golden, a string, a cluster, the wind blew. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, as a pair of transparent hands stroking those turquoise keys, crisp and pleasant.
We love to climb the laurel tree, climb the not so thick branches, those branches crisscrossed, just as to the little we compiled a small comfortable wooden chair. When the breeze comes, a single osmanthus flowers floating down, spread on us, such as the golden elves dancing, entwined together, slowly fell on our shoulders. The faint fragrance of osmanthus drenched in our joy, carrying our aspirations for life, drifting into the distance.
A holiday in the spring of that year, the legs and feet of the father did not know where to get a few plants with a few of our little sisters almost as high as the osmanthus saplings. So, the dads of several little sisters enthusiastically dug up pits and planted rows of osmanthus trees in the open space in front of the dormitory.
Since then, we have been watering the trees from time to time, and we have been looking at the saplings every day, praying that they will grow taller and blossom sooner or later.
In the fall of this year, a few of us went to kindergarten. Soon, several of our families bought houses in the city. We moved out of the school dormitory and left the row of laurel trees.
Time flies. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and our childhood, which could be satisfied with a lollipop, is gone. A few big brothers have been successful in the exams, and got into their ideal universities. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
In order to make it easier for me to go to school, our family went back to the school where my dad worked.
The school was completely different. Inside the window, the red list is open, and there are many happy reports. Every time I wander on the campus path, I can not help but generalize: the change is really big ah! Walking under the tree next to the flowers, I can not help but marvel: the campus is really beautiful ah!
Autumn, is here again. Golden osmanthus flowers are blooming again, every corner of the school is filled with a light osmanthus fragrance. I stood under the osmanthus tree, think in the future of life on the road as osmanthus tree to return to Mother Earth, return to the beautiful fall, I will work harder, ready for everything, to meet the next decade.
I believe that my efforts will be as evergreen and fragrant as the osmanthus tree!
Osmanthus Weekly Memoir 5
In the blink of an eye, time flies, Grandpa has been gone for 7 years, today is the anniversary of the death of Grandpa, can not help but feel a little sad. When I was young, I didn't know how to part with life and death, and now when I think back, I can't help but cry. I still remember that my grandfather loved to plant flowers, and his favorite was an osmanthus tree. In the blooming season, yellowish starry flowers hidden between the leaves, the fragrance overflowing, translucent flowers as if carved jade pecking, really exquisite, to the blooming season, Grandpa took me to pick osmanthus, in the osmanthus tree under the tall crown, stepping with the wind scattered osmanthus flowers chased after, bathed in the fragrance of the flowers, the sun shines diagonally on the body, full of joy and laughter.
I remember, as a child, I went to my grandpa's house as soon as I had a break. I sat on my grandfather's shoulders, looking at the fields, his kind face always hangs a smile, I pointed out the path through the fields, and sat on the land still warm, barefoot in the fields; I remember, I grabbed a handful of brightly colored candies from the hands of my grandfather, and struggled to eat; I remember riding on the back of my grandfather, building the castles of childhood; I remember, my grandfather rode his bicycle to take me for a ride, and blew cool winds, at sunset, I was very happy, and I was very happy. I also remember that when Grandpa was lying in the hospital room, there were many more white hairs on his head, and he comforted me with a weak voice, and he laughed, and his smile, as always, reassured me a lot, the white couch, the white walls, the white curtains, everything was white, but because of Grandpa's smile, it was no longer solemn; I also remember that on the day of Grandpa's death, I hid in the corner of the room, being covered in white. I remember the day my grandfather died, I hid myself away and watched, wrapped up in a white sheet of grandfather lying peacefully. I thought that my grandfather had gone to a very distant place, but later I realized that he was in heaven.
Grandpa died, but the osmanthus tree has been living well, the difference is that it blooms more beautiful flowers, the fragrance is also more intense. I know it is working harder for Grandpa, and I believe Grandpa will live a happier life in heaven because he can smell the familiar scent of the earth. I calmly looked at the light blue sky, and I saw Grandpa's kind face, always smiling at me ......
cinnamon scent weekly journal 6The dark night, the quiet alley, from time to time there is a refreshing fragrance, in the gradual spread of ......< /p>
On Saturday night, I came to the park not far from home for a walk because I was in a bad mood.
Bright lights hanging high on the banyan tree, emitting dazzling light, selflessly illuminating for people. Spirited ladies, have already chosen a good place, set up a team, with the rhythm of the music jumped up the square dance. There are also a lot of old people, playing cards on the stone table, onlookers talking and laughing, not happy.
It is a pity that all this has nothing to do with me.
I can't stand this kind of hustle and bustle in my irritable mood. I just want to find a quiet place, alone to take a break. Well, not far from the park, I found an alleyway that very much met my requirements.
This alley, which is behind many stores, is where all the air conditioning units are installed. It feels fine now, but in the summer, it will become a big oven. Just by looking at it, I can see how remote it is. But it's just the right "feature" to make me feel a little bit relieved. But it doesn't make me feel any better.
Walking, walking slowly, walking quietly. I seem to be walking on a path of sadness, and the more I walk, the more tired my heart gets. On this path, I can't accurately describe my current mood. Sadness, enveloped me.
A fortuitous breeze blew quietly, accompanied by a fragrance that was if not close to the heart, drifted into my nose and my heart......
I was suddenly startled, my forward steps stopped, I stayed in place. "What is it? What is it? So familiar?" I looked with the source of the aroma, it was cinnamon! I then woke up to the fact that there were cinnamon trees here! I looked around again, and there wasn't just one! I ran the alley from end to end, and then from end to end, just a few dozen meters long, but there are two dozen osmanthus trees here!
Yes, so many laurel trees and I didn't even notice.
I just carefully scrutinized the osmanthus tree in front of me: four small petals, close together, like a small smiley face, looking at me; the middle of the light stamens, and the petals are closely linked to me; one next to one, a cluster of clusters, and then a cluster of clusters, come together with me. "Red flowers must be set off by green leaves." The delicate and lovely osmanthus flowers, scattered on the tender green leaves, have an indescribable match. The seemingly weak but tough stems hold up the flowers and leaves and shoulder its responsibilities. The tenacious root is y inserted into the soil, and it uses everything it has to give generously to the nutrients and water, and survive strongly.
The wind is blowing quietly again, a fragrance from the osmanthus, slowly flowed into my eyes ......
I looked at these osmanthus puzzled: this ugly alley almost no one comes, then why they still want to take root here, germinate, blossom it? This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry.
I was thinking, suddenly realized - "forever with a good woman, the fragrance of the world", this is not precisely the language of osmanthus flowers? Yes, it is! The osmanthus flower symbolizes "sublime", "beautiful" and "auspicious". Its bloom, not just to let others appreciate, but so that they can give to others. This is their **** the same desire!
It is because of this wish that the laurel lives in this world.
After figuring this out, my mood has long been calm. Because I understand my own path from the laurel: a person's life, the important thing does not lie in the other people's giving, but in their own pay and dedication; so that their lives can be full of happiness, so that their existence is full of value.
Like the ink-like sky, the wind accompanied by the alley, the leisurely fragrance of flowers, like an eternal painting, y fixed in my memory. In this wonderful painting, I want to sing a hymn for this fragrance of osmanthus in the ugly alley ......