Spring flowers
The breath of spring spread throughout the city, there is a warmth in the air, and occasionally raise your eyes to see the warmth of the sun, you will be perceived with the bounty of nature, and there is a pair of warm hands, whisking away all the indifference. The flowers in the flower store became more flowers, spring is so warm, flowers are no longer drowsy, gentle and quiet stand. Among the rich flowers, I saw this kind of flower species that is familiar to me - primrose.
"Want to buy?" The owner asked with a simple smile. I picked it up and examined it, my ears passed through her gentle voice, and the smile of the cluster of primroses appeared in front of my eyes ...... that long river flowing with rebellion, stubborn to the sky, we are all the same, swirling in its center. The whirlpool engulfed us mercilessly, and inside our eyes there was only a surging black tide and a silent void. Grumpy and silent to the point of suffocating the relationship, once she arrived at the house and unlocked the door, there were no words, no hush. She watched in silence, never saying much. Despite that irritability, stubbornness without cause, but still can eat a delicious meal on time every day, still go to school before I stuffed a carton of milk for my schoolbag, urging me to eat breakfast. This kind of day also seems to be very calm, just I am still in that silent whirlpool circling, circling, silent ......
Early spring ushered in the first rain, this day I did not bring an umbrella, drenched in the first spring rain, ran home in a hurry. Suddenly came to mind the appearance of home, so that is my other side, forever, always ...... I ran more eagerly, the rain splashed high in the soles of the feet, the air filled with the scent of spring ......
Silence in the home. I sat quietly at the table, reflected in my eyes a bunch of red flowers, colorful flowers, stained with fresh drops of water, there is a small card. On it was its name and the language of the flower: Primrose - the joys and sorrows of youth. The door quietly opened, my mother put away the umbrella, smiled at me, "I want to go to pick up you ......" Er then saw the flowers on the table, said to me "That flower, is it good?" I nodded, "For me?" She smiled, consistently full of hope, "It is the primrose, the boss of the florist told me that its flower language is 'youthful happiness and sadness', you are like delicate and colorful flowers, in my heart, you are brilliant, always will be." I began to be inexplicably moved, it was a long-lost feeling, I began to feel a warm tide spreading over the black sea inside, little by little, slowly and gradually gradually covered, the whole heart, is bright. I gently said a 'thank you' so small that even I could not hear myself.
This sentence of thank you, completely melted all the rock-like indifference.
Outside the window is the sound of dripping rain, inside the house is a wordless silence, but between us, full of warmth, I looked down at this bunch of colorful flowers, my eyes actually have tears. The continuous sound of rain brought together the warm words that echoed in my ears for a long time. And her, tolerant smile.
warm sunshine in the hands of this spring flowers, as I saw that year, as delicate, as full of hope, spring flowers, probably with its flowering period want to tell people that spring has come. It is full of joy and anticipation in its heart, and I am between the flow of its petals, is with the beauty of thanks.
I decided to buy it and give it to her who once got rid of the darkness for me and opened up a bright sunny day for me.
I held a large bunch of spring flowers, as in the year, ran back home.
There will always be my other side, I suddenly want to say thank you, this loud thank you, can not say all my gratitude.
2. I like primrose essay 100I like the four seasons of the year, because in Kunming. Each of the four seasons acts as the word 'lifelike'.
Spring is here, the spring girl quietly came to our side of the earth awakened, after the cold winter grasses raised their heads as if to say: "I overcame the cold, I overcame the difficulties!" Blown off by the cold winds of the branches of the trees, and grew a tender green branches and leaves. Spring flowers bloomed; the stream ding-dong ding-dong flowed, as if laughing. A cool spring wind blew awake the sleeping bamboo blew awake the bamboo shoots, blew awake the small flowers ...... under the sky, a blue thousand miles, on all sides of the flowers and grass, grass is green trees are also green, as if a moving spring painting.
In the blink of an eye, the spring girl is gone, the summer uncle came. Hot summer in the *** hot sun, the earth is almost baked robin in the trees: "robin, robin." The call, as if to say: "hot dead, hot dead." A fragrant smell came along with it, and I followed the scent to a pond full of lotus flowers. Little rain is free to shuttle. Frogs "croaked" on the lotus leaves as if welcoming me. The summer is like a hot landscape painting.
Quietly, the summer uncle left, the autumn aunt came. A piece of golden leaves "rustle, rustle" fell down to pave a golden path. I and a few friends came to the orchard fruit hanging on the branches of the yellow pear, red apple, hanging on the branches, let a person see on the heart of love. As far as the eye can see the wheat field is like a golden sea, a wind blew, the whole wheat field is like the sea waves rolling. Walking anywhere is like embroidering the boundless 'ocean' with 'clouds'. Autumn is like a golden harvest painting.
Auntie Autumn left, Grandpa Winter came, the north wind "hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo" blowing, snowflakes in the dance, to the earth put on a 'silver' heaven and earth a white, children wearing skates in play, snowball fights, pile snowman, everyone! The children put on their skates and play, have snowball fights, pile up snowmen, and everyone is so happy to play. Winter is a white paper.
Year after year, year after year, the endless fun accompanied my growth.
3. The prose poem "Primrose" was written in 1942, in connection with this particular time of writing, say the author borrowed
The prose poem "Primrose" was written in 1942, in connection with this particular time of writing, say the author borrowed
The prose poem "Primrose" was written in 1942. In connection with this particular time of writing, say what kind of feelings the author has sent through the scene of the primrose. A: The author's firm belief in the victory of the war. The original text of "Primrose": Is it a tiny red flower that first peeped out of the desert land, peeped out of the suffocated and blocked land? Is it a small red flower that smiles like a flame? Or, is it a small red flower that first saw the bright daylight in the distance in a dream, first with the joy of fighting and hoping, ignoring the violence of the north wind? A little red flower that smiles like a flame? And I say, for you have appeared on our land, spring awakened from the depths of the land at once, calling for warmth and daylight, came running ...... (Guo Feng / text, from the "small footprints").
4. Sentences describing the primroseA into the park a from the good-looking primrose into the eyes, primrose has four petals, each petal tender yellow tender yellow from afar
Once in the spring there are a lot of flowers, there are primroses, spring flowers, spring flowers ......, primroses as if they know that the spring is going to be coming, quickly go to tell the primroses know, the spring flowers know that. Spring flowers know that spring is coming, open the beautiful flowers, spring flowers are really beautiful ah! Summer is here, I went to the river to play with my partners, not water play, but in the touch fish, can be interesting, if the other party lost never jealous, noisy, we are all excited, and now think of still cool, summer is really fun ah!
It is her moist wake up grass, moist green willow, moist open spring flowers, tell us that spring is here. Willow swinging waist, dance with the wind, spring flowers also drummed up the trumpet, play the music of spring.
It is it moist wake up grass, moist green willow, moist open the spring flowers, tell us that spring is here. Grass drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging limbs, dancing with the wind; spring flowers drummed up a trumpet, "spring is good, tic-tac, tic-tac
flatland sounded a spring thunder, which is the spring girl sent to the earth's information, then spring rain, not only wetting wake up the grass, wetting green willows, but also wetting open the spring flowers, spring has come. Grass drilled out of the ground, looking at the new; willow swinging waist, dancing with the wind; spring flowers drummed up the trumpet, "spring is good, spring is more wonderful
The red spring flowers, snow-white daffodils, golden peonies, dark green chrysanthemums ...... these famous and unknown flowers will not make me The one that moves me is the verdant and upright pine tree that fights against the wind and cold.
The orchard, spring flowers bloomed in a cluster, peach, apricot, cherry blossom competing open.
Youth is a primrose, also known as the annual flower, cherry grass, symbolizing the joy and sorrow of youth.
The spring flower is the messenger of spring, also called the spring flower.
Further ahead, you will see the eye-catching primroses.
At this time the sun rises slowly, the white primroses are dyed red by the sunrise, both like a shy red face, but also as if rubbed with rouge, crystal clear dewdrops rolling on the petals, in the sunrise shine looks particularly precious.
In the spring, a gentle rain moist woke up the grass, moist green willow, moist open spring flowers, tell us that spring is here.
It moistens the earth, wakes up the grass, greening the willow, and opening the spring flowers.
Flowers poked their heads out of the leaf clusters, including snowdrops, saffron, purple ear-shaped primroses and pansies with golden eyes.
I was not disappointed that I did not see the striving flowers, for I saw the primroses coming to us in the chilly spring air to report the glad tidings of spring.
I love the continuous spring rain, it is her moist wake up grass, moist green poplar trees, moist open the primrose, tell mankind spring
Suddenly, a few white plastic bags of garbage into my eyes, they hang along the short wall climbing down the primrose flowers on the flower of Teng, Shak is unsightly, and I do not know what is not hygienic, so unethical, thinking, I do not know stride forward.
The top floor of the house is the most beautiful.
There are many flowers planted on the top floor, there are budding peonies, blooming azaleas, pink cherry blossoms, pink and purple primroses ...... The whole garden is decorated with these flowers colorful, like an angel's bower
You spread yourself to ten thousand hectares of grain fields, in order to protect the soil to cover the earth, you gave winter seedlings to milk, you freeze the pests and give the earth to warm, your love is broad, your love is far-reaching, snow, you are the messenger of spring, is the first spring flowers.
The grass was blown by the breeze bent as if bowing to meet the arrival of the spring girl; willow branches swinging with the wind as if playing with the spring girl; a few small swallows in the poles stood chattering as if singing; flower beds in the most conspicuous primrose, a trumpet as if to give the person to report the good news, "the long-awaited spring is finally here!
The most prominent of the flower garden, the spring flower grows a trumpet as if to give people a good news "the long-awaited spring is finally here!
Look, the colorful hyacinth bloomed, do you know hyacinth flower language? It represents that spring has come! Spring is a season of recovery of all things, this time the flower garden is not only only these kinds of flowers, there are pink and white peach blossoms; red three cherry blossoms; pink primrose; big red, light red, pure white cyclamen; tall and big from abroad to introduce the daffodil; stick peduncle begonias ...... flowers, countless, at this time, the flower garden has become the The flower garden has become a sea of flowers.
5. The bouquet of spring flowers in the mountains 500 wordsFrom afar, I saw the mountains green, beautiful! This side of a dark green, that side of a bright green, a closer look at the tender green, emerald green 。。。。。。 The whole mountain is like a green palette that has not yet been adjusted, thick, light, dark and light mixed with each other, fusion.
As we walked, the corn stalks in the field were taller than me. The slender green leaves protect the corn cobs, some of the corn cobs grow thick and sturdy, blooming corn skin can be seen in the full corn kernels. The edge of the field ditch is covered with a variety of lush weeds. As I walked, a small purple flower caught my eye. I took a closer look and realized that it was a mint flower! It's the flower of mint, it's amazing! This flower is a string of a string, each string is full of many sesame-sized purple flowers, in the green leaves appear particularly beautiful.
Through the cornfield, we began to climb the slope, the road on both sides of the chestnut trees. The thick poles of the tree are so dense that you can't even see the sky when you stand under them. Between the branches and leaves hanging a lot of green prickly balls, my mother told me that this is the Mid-Autumn Festival to eat chestnuts, and then after a few months when the chestnuts are ripe, prickly balls open chestnuts naturally fall off. We will be able to eat the sweet and savory chestnuts. Perhaps our arrival has disturbed the elves in the forest, a few fat little squirrels jumping around in the trees, adding a bit of spirit to the quiet woods.
Continuing on, following the winding path, we soon reached the top of the mountain. Breathing in the fresh air Fuhui at the foot of the mountain Yangzong Sea, the calm surface of the lake is like a copper mirror. The surface of the lake floated a layer of light mist, like a young girl to the mirror make-up Phi's light sand hazy, ethereal. Peach trees are planted on the top of the mountain, and there are still a few underdeveloped fruits hanging on the trees. I remember when the spring came here full of peach blossoms, a peach red, pink like the sun, red like fire. Now those beautiful flowers have changed into sweet fruit.
6. Describe the composition of spring flowersSpring flowers
Spring came, spring flowers bloomed. From a distance, the golden yellow flowers form a beautiful "river of stars", a breeze blowing over, it is like a mischievous star blinking eyes, lovely!
I approached the spring flowers, looked at its small delicate flowers, smelled its light fragrance, comfortable. Its first blossoms one by one is only a banyan leaf general big, golden yellow golden yellow, small flowers on the growth of eleven or twelve petals, it is divided into two layers, the stamen has a short tentacle on the growth of a short. Suddenly, my eyes shifted to a budding flower skeleton, which was pale yellow and yellowish, and looked as if it was full and about to burst. At that moment, I realized that next to it there was a small, unobtrusive, newly emerged flower, which was as big as a small grain of stone, and it was adorable. It was as big as a small stone, and very cute. The little flower was light green, with a little bit of tender yellow. Its branches reach down to the ground like a weeping willow, and people who don't know it would think it's a willow tree. Its old branches are different from the new ones. The old ones are dark green and deep green and have been hanging down for a long time, while the new ones are very tender and not very dark green. Some of the old branches also grew young leaves and branches, quite beautiful.
Ah, spring flowers, although you are not as grand as peonies, not as gorgeous as roses, but you are willing to dedicate their short life to mankind, to convey the message of spring to the earth! Look, some of the spring flowers withered, they are waiting to do the earth mother's fertilizer.
Early spring in February, the flowers are still indulged in a deep sleep, the spring flowers adhere to their share of sincere responsibility like an angel to the earth to open up the youthful vigor, release the freedom and simplicity and conviction. "Yangchun Budeze, all things are bright -" I like to intentionally describe the sentence, Yangchun and sunlight, air, rivers, as human beings are never to take for there is a selfless dedication!
Spring flowers
1) After a spring rain, the beautiful spring flowers bloomed even more beautiful. From a distance, a flower looks like a trumpet. When you look closer, each flower consists of six petals, and there is a thin stamen in the center of the flower. Its color is tender yellow. When a breeze blows, there is a faint fragrance that comes to the nose.
(2) When the spring wind blows, the spring flowers swing their soft branches, like a happy dance in the air.
(3) The spring flower is the messenger of spring, also called the spring flower. It is neither as red as roses nor as pale as marigolds. Its small and delicate appearance is endearing.
(4) spring flowers and thin and long green willow-like leaves hanging down from the stone platform, only nail-sized tender green leaves like firecrackers scattered on both sides of the green strip. Between the two leaves, there were many unopened buds. Not long after, the buds cracked open and goose-yellow petals peeked out from within. Some flowers, however, could not wait to get out of the buds. The five goose-yellow petals looked especially delicate, as if they would break at the slightest touch. The petals surround two or three white stamens, the tip of the stamen is stained with a lot of pollen. When the pollen falls, it seems to be snowing. "Rustle, rustle,......," in the breeze green strips with leaves and flowers swinging with the wind, as if dancing for this beautiful spring.
(5) Its goose-yellow flowers, so beautiful. You see, the flower is not big, only four or five petals, the branches of this flower are long and tired, a flower branch hanging down, hanging branches stretching its beautiful petals, so much that almost cover the flower branch. The flower buds on the branches were budding. How beautifully the green branches and yellow flowers go together! Spring flowers do not have the moon season's colorful, jasmine's attractive aroma, nor the colorful chrysanthemums. But it is not afraid of the cold, the top of the cold wind, the first to report to the people the arrival of spring, to add a golden glow ......
7. Nature spring scenery description essay[Nature spring scenery description essay] the season of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the natural scenery, infinitely beautiful, nature spring scenery description essay. Season of the year is in spring, I love the beauty of spring more. I am in love with spring - love that the chill is still there but not lack of warmth of the early spring wind. It is she gently woke up the earth, so that the sleep of the winter of the earth gladly opened the sleep of the drowsy. Countless life resurrection, the spring breeze is the seed of life. I love you, spring - love that sheepish spring breeze, elementary school sixth grade essay "nature spring scene description essay". It moistens the grass, moistens the willow, moistens the spring flowers, and tells us that spring has come. Grass drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging waist branches, dancing with the wind; spring flowers drum trumpet, "spring OK, drip, drip, drip". I love spring - love spring birds, frogs and all the lovely creatures full of vitality, especially the lovely little swallows, "chirping" called, in the first movement of spring. I am in love with spring, breathing the breath of spring, feel the spring pulse, how pleasant it is! Nature spring scene description essay 300 words.
8. Write an essay on spring flowersSpring is here, spring flowers are blooming. As far as the eye can see, the golden yellow flowers form a beautiful "river of stars", a breeze blowing over, it is like a mischievous star blinking eyes, lovely!
Spring breeze blowing, spring flowers swinging the soft branches, like in the air to dance happily.
The spring flowers have begun to bloom. They are densely packed together and full of yellow color. Some of the flowers from the branches out, revealing the tender yellow stamens. Some flowers have been open for quite some time, attracting bees and butterflies. Some of the buds look like they're about to burst.
So many spring flowers, one has a posture. Look at this one, it's beautiful; look at that one, it's also very beautiful. If I could weave a curtain of colorful little bells, the fragrant smell and elegance would make my house unique.
Suddenly I felt as if I were one of those little bells, dancing in the sunshine and the breeze, wearing a fragrant dress, and not only me, but also a cluster of flowers dancing and singing. Slowly, the wind began to rest, I also stopped dancing, peacefully standing in the flowers surrounded.
Looking at it, I remembered that I was not a spring flower, I was looking at the spring flower which. Spring flowers are the messenger of spring, also called spring flowers. It is neither as red as roses nor as pale as marigolds. Its small and delicate appearance is a favorite.
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"Primrose" by Kuboi Sakae
When I passed by a flower store, I saw a pot of primrose under the eaves, and I couldn't help but take it in my hand to admire it. It was not because it was rare to see a primrose in a city like Tokyo, but because I was nostalgic for the primroses that I used to see in my hometown when I was a child, a long time ago in the mountains. Flower store owner thought I want to buy, out to greet, I had to apologize and say, come back to buy it, and walked away; but the demand back to the primrose, after my mother's voice, the past is like a spring like surging to the heart.
Sometimes my mother carried firewood, sometimes thatched grass on her back, always in the evening on the mountain road, striding home in a hurry. Now I realize: it seems to be always so light footsteps, all in order to think of the home waiting for the baby to eat milk. The mother ran along the mountain road in this way until the day before she collapsed from exhaustion.
Every day when my mother came back from the mountains or from the fields, I always greeted her halfway with my hungry and crying little sister. Just before I reached the Jizo Sen, my mother shouted, "Oh, oh," and rushed over faster. Sometimes my sister cried so much that my mother couldn't wait until we got home, so she leaned her back against the rocky edge of the ground and hastily unbuttoned her chest. She licked wet fingers, rubbed the full ***, like a water pistol, like a nourishment out of milk, mother and child are happy to laugh. Mother's skin is really white, through the year face tanned like wheat, but so delicate texture, soft as if glutinous rice cakes. Maybe it's just ***, I don't believe my mother's whole body is like this. Because the mother's milk, although enough like a water gun to breed out, but her back old inserted a primrose; and the village people called it for the Hockley primrose, is the cure for chapped mouth of the elixir, the mother also love to use it.
Not only my mother, all the poor mountain farmers and fishermen's housewives, every good day, more than half the day of the year in the mountains and the ground. Only occasionally to pull a big net, only to eat a bite of protein, all rely on the body of the housewives as the capital, a hard light is consumed by the flesh. My mother who gave birth to too many children, but also skinny oil dry, a summer, it is often the price of cracks on the hands and feet to. Although the milk is sufficient like a water gun like breeding out, but the cool wind together, you have to protect the heart of the foot, from winter, waxing, until the first month, February, forty-year-old mother will be painful to cry out ah yo wow. What can I use to cure it? It is this primrose. The bulb of the primrose is pounded, the tendons are removed, and the grain of rice is pinched, pinched until it is sticky, and filled into the cracks.
"Look, it's as big as a doll's mouth!"
That's what my mother used to say about her fissures. She filled the open "doll's mouths" on her hands and feet with Hockley, and tore little pieces of paper from the sliding doors and pasted them on, so that her heels became papier-maché.
Phi cracks is also a forecast of the climate warm and cold things.
"Maybe it's going to snow, the cracks hurt so much this evening." Mother said.
Drudgery, drudgery, a lifetime of hard work must be drudgery can not live over the poor mother, despite the cracks on the hands and feet of the blood seepage, the mother's *** is still smooth, is the so-called motherhood is this way? When the mother was lying down with cerebral hemorrhage, her tenth child had not yet left the breast. She was so angry that she pounded the paraplegic hands and feet, as if the hands and feet had committed a crime, and couldn't stop chattering:
"This hand, this foot, even did not listen to me, how angry ah!"
The mother lay more days, and her hands and feet became good-looking, as if she were an aristocratic lady, and she never dealt with Hockley again.
Now more than thirty years have passed. I happened to find a primrose on the streets of Tokyo, and I could not help but recall the days when I called it Hockley, and thought of how many primroses my mother had sacrificed in the years when she was raising her ten children, and yet I could not help but feel close to the primrose, just as I had faced my poor mother.