Flowers blossom and fall all year round, playing the chorus of the rain; colorful all year round, blooming the fragrance of the flowers of the birds. The following is the blossom and fall topic essay sharing that I have organized for you, welcome to read and refer to!
Article 1: Blossoms and Flowers"Boom!" Fireworks instantly bloom in the sky, when the last bit of afterglow across the deep blue sky tears also across the cheeks, without any reason, and look up, a fireworks in the bang after a blast, colorful to the most beautiful gesture show, and just a few seconds, disappeared in front of the eyes, seemingly tear paddling down the moment unconsciously but heartfelt, that more than one of the blossom withered, I, to witness the splendor of its life and pass away, the heart will always remember, that blossom is the most important thing to do. The heart will always remember, that fireworks beautiful posture in the meeting cycle, in the memories of a lifetime memories.
Finally in the beginning of the fireworks after 6 minutes to the square, in the sea of people with a camera a burst of wild shooting, very excited, because it is very beautiful, looking at the posture of the fireworks in the sky, more than one disappeared a and welcome, that the rhythm of life is very loud, looking at the until the tears fall, and very bright smile, looking at the afterglow of the meteor, close your eyes and make a good wish ... ... .... Have been to see the end, the whole 40 minutes, a very long and very short time, finished, this process, this beautiful blooming time is over.
Walking, walked to the tree, let the wind blow across his face, the clothes buttoned up, trying to keep himself warm, but, again, a shiver, winter, finally dancing in the night, the leaves "rustle" on the ground spinning, the wind mercilessly in my face, like a knife or sharper than a knife, but, people more than a knife, the knife is hurt the appearance and people hurt the heart. The knife hurts the appearance and the person is hurt is the heart. Close your eyes and let your mind go blank, open your hands and run, smiling? Happy? A big smile? But, when stopping to warm his face with his hands only to realize that he cried when the tears from the fingertips, found that the tears are hot, is with the temperature of the heart scalded, I laughed, laughed, laughed to gasp for breath, looked up, remembered the fireworks gesture so beautiful, reach out but can not touch, it turns out that it can only be in the memories.
Pitch black, all the stores are closed, there is no pedestrian on the street, only that a lone lamp towering there, walk over, with a hand one by one to touch, a touch of coolness, warmth, etc., but, themselves? Leaning in the lamp, let the wind into the collar, I snuggle, can not find to rely on, in the cold wind, in the light, who gently pull up my hand?
A person walking on the road, so that a footprint left behind, so that the figure disappeared in the darkness, the fireworks suddenly bloomed, looked up, missed the good, fireworks withered, I looked down and continue to walk, no longer look up, because I do not want to let myself see the fireworks disappeared when the loneliness of the memory of the fireworks brilliantly, the memory of the good with stay.
Part II: my blossom and fallEach person's life is a flower bloom and fade, in the face of difficulties and pressure, you choose to let it face the wind and rain smile and bloom, to meet the sunshine; or let it close their petals, in the erosion of the wind and rain slowly withered. Maybe at first you will choose to escape because of fear, but after the inner sublimation, I believe you will face everything with your openness and smile.
As a freshman in high school, I was wandering in this new world. Clueless I did not find my goal, still with a trace of junior high school students, after the first monthly examination, my ranking is grade 17, which in my opinion is not bad results, but also make my parents full of joy. So they decided to transfer me to Class 1, where I had better academic performance and worked harder. I thought at the time that with my strength I could totally kill the classmates in class 1, but I was wrong, everyone there was so hard working, so diligent, and strict with themselves at all times. I was the last one to arrive at the classroom on the first day of the transfer, but I still thought that they were fools for working so hard, and that it would be better to study so hard than to do poorly in the exams. I think that my intelligence and talent can completely replace the lack of effort, and still adhere to the point of view that I am happy first.
A week after going on a math paper, I thought I was rightfully the highest score in the class. When the teacher to talk to me I thought it was praise me, but the teacher handed me a paper with only 70 points, the flower in my heart as if all of a sudden ran into a violent storm. When I returned to the classroom, I was lost, facing the smiling faces of my classmates, as if a thousand pounds of stone pressed on my heart. That night I made a decision to transfer back to their original class.
After going back, I don't know why, the pressure and sadness in my heart didn't go away. I even got a little bit angry when I saw my classmates who were scattered, and I said to Lin, who was reading a novel next to me, "Don't you know that you have to work hard? At this rate how can our class beat the first class." But he ignored me and just buried his head to read his novel. I couldn't take it anymore when I saw his scatterbrained appearance, so I snatched his book and threw it into the trash can. He was furious and red-eyed and yelled at me, "What are you pretending to be so noble! You didn't come back because you couldn't stand the pressure, you deserter, you coward!" Lin's words pierced into my heart at once, I was speechless, I didn't know what other words I could use to respond to him, nor did I know what excuse I should find for myself to defend myself. Wasn't he right? I am indeed running away, only because of the efforts of others, and my own laziness.
In the evening, I told my mom about this, and she said to me: "Everyone will inevitably take some detours, it is inevitable that we have to go through and eat some losses before we know what is the right path for ourselves.
Article 3: The year round blossom and fall essayThe year round blossom and fall, play the rain singing; the year round colorful, blooming birds of the flowers. The seasons of the year, bring nature a mysterious color, with beautiful fantasy, a new chapter.
The seasons of the year, how familiar words, hurried and busy, both bring joy, but also sadness. Send harvest, send dreams, bring happiness melancholy.
Spring, a green season, send joy and cool.
Enjoying the bright sunshine, taking a brisk pace, walking on the green path, looking at the flowers and green grass open, listening to the murmuring swallows, chattering, chattering; willow branches fluttering in the wind, charming; the breeze blowing through, sending coolness. River clattering flow, stirring up a piece of wave, blue sky, a kite wings soaring, this infinite scenery, swings out of infinite reverie ......
Summer, is a fiery red season, send red and hope.
The hot sun, flowers open, blooming smile, butterflies shuttling between flowers, bees work diligently, from time to time fluttering two beautiful wings. Lotus pond, frogs "Guagua Guagua" called, the moonlight, the breeze, swept through the ears, so comfortable. Lotus standing, delicate and colorful, swaying in the wind, for this, add a fragrance ......
Autumn, is a yellow season, sent to the bleak and melancholy.
Autumn wind soughing, red leaves drifting, swallows also flew back to the south, hundreds of flowers have withered, only chrysanthemum solo, swaying in the wind and rain, the sky from time to time visible geese flying into the distance. The sky is full of fallen leaves, dancing like butterflies' flying, golden fallen leaves drifting down to the ground, stepping on them, making a pleasant ringing sound. Collecting specimens of fallen leaves has become my greatest joy. Autumn is not as beautiful as spring, summer enchanting, but it is full of a sense of mystery ......
Winter, a snow-white season, brings joy and laughter.
Snowflakes fluttering, the earth silver, as if laying a layer of quilt, I am with the children in the pier snowman, snowball fights, the air rippling with laughter. So, winter is the happiest.
In the spring, the joy of flying kites; in the summer, the joy of the scenery; in the fall, the joy of collecting specimens; in the winter, the joy of playing games.
The four seasons of the year bring a beautiful raccoon, outlining a beautiful picture, bringing wonderful fantasies ......
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons of the year, fantasies, fantasies ......
Part IV: Blossoms and FallsThe breath of summer gradually filled the window pane.
The jasmine plant in front of the window, which has been silent for a spring, seems to have been touched by something, and in its jasper-like glossy, clear green leaves it even gave birth to a star that made it difficult to detect life. It carefully from the green leaves quietly drilled out, tender, so I can not, even dare not touch it.
I always look forward to its blooming.
Waiting patiently for several days, its buds have gradually swollen, as if it is a touch of "open". I lie in front of the window, carefully watching it, do not dare to blink more - I am afraid to miss any small ` link and regret. My heart is beating so fast, probably because a new life is about to bloom in front of me; also probably because this is the first time in my life to wait for the flowers to bloom!
Finally, the jasmine plant was touched by an invisible hand, and the buds seemed to expand outward a little bit, and I couldn't wait to gently sprinkle some water on it, hoping that it could absorb enough water and open early - even though I knew that the idea was silly... ...
What a long process! I even thought that waiting for the flowers to bloom was a kind of "torture"! Suddenly, the outermost piece of white with some beige petals trembled and bloomed, revealing the crescent white ......
Then, the petals slowly spread, the white petals are so pure, it seems that there is no room for any trace of impurities. I sometimes wonder: will I not notice, from layer after layer, overlapping petals will suddenly jump out of a lovely flower spirit? Gradually, the entire bud of each petal unreservedly put its most beautiful side in front of me, the fragrance in my small room spread out, tightly surrounded me, not long, the fragrance will be sprinkled all over my heart ...... They are smiling at me, smiling is so happy; I am smiling at them, smiling is so satisfied. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Flowers bloom, is the need to go through a long process, that seems endless waiting, and even a kind of torment, but at the moment of its bloom, the heart is so happy, satisfied!
Spring flowers bloom, thriving, but full of three months, and each withered.
Summer trees, warm and strong feelings, but also can not resist the footsteps of autumn.
Autumn wind, fruit attractive, but also can not prevent the arrival of winter.
The change of seasons and the coming of winter are the footsteps of fate.
There is a law of things, and everything has been finalized. No matter how brilliant the flowers bloom; how lush the tree grows; how tempting the fruits are...what comes will come, and when the time comes, you can't stay. Like geese flying south, frogs hibernating, salmon migrating, each creature in a particular time in a particular season will always follow the rest and live.
And we people are the same. From birth, to walk, to school, to work, to retirement, to the end, a life so passed, in your unconscious quietly passed, can not find a trace. Everyone will die, just like the flowers will meet the flowers, life and death is not over the left and right, we can only do not go to regret. Let their lives leave traces, do what they should do, do what they can do, do what they want to do. Don't have to be like Leifeng as a lifetime for others to do good; don't have to be like Beethoven as a strong and unrelenting dedication; don't have to be like Newton as a great man standing on the shoulders of giants; don't have to be like ....... People are actually very ordinary, to be a celebrity is too tired, to be a great man is too difficult. And to be a celebrity to be a great man is not an easy thing. We are very ordinary, so do not expect to shine, to be famous or a hundred years, we can only do what we should do. Even if you want to stink for ten thousand years also depends on whether you have that ability.
The flower had bloomed before it fell, from germination to blossom. Her fate was decided the moment she was thrown into the dirt. But she did not give up her life because she knew she would eventually fade. She kept growing at every stage of her life, working her way up. She never doubted the meaning of her existence and never hesitated in her steps. At the end of her life, she had seen the blue sky that she could never reach, the earth that constantly gave her energy, and the grass and trees that surrounded her and encouraged her every day. She had enjoyed every process of her life and had done what she should have done at every stage.
What about us? What reason do we have not to perfect our human life? The life of a flower is short, and ours is not long. Do what you should do, do what you can do. Don't look back at the end of your life and realize that you haven't done anything. Less and parents quarrel, more and family walk, free and friends walk, think of what to do, don't care about the time don't care about the place. Because you don't do it now, you may forget it later, and then you don't have the courage, not the enthusiasm.
All will disappear, all will have the end of the day. Flowers bloom and the tide rises and falls, all we can do is to cherish every minute and every second now.
Article 6: Blossoms and FallsWhen the flowers bloom, I enjoy the nourishment of all things, and when the flowers fall in the world, what I get is not cruelty, but the hope of the next season. --Title
Warm winds blowing me, I accompanied by full of vitality of all things, bloomed their own buds, charming smile wrapped by a layer of fragrant petals, I drummed up the energy, in order to embellish the world more fascinating and hard work.
A long time after the sun-filled day, I opened up, how pleasant I am, the wind mother-in-law to help me, I danced to emit fragrance, I know that I have begun a beautiful journey, I look at the blue sky, a few birds flying, I feel the breath in the world, I do not realize the light closed my eyes, this is the first day I came to the world, I want to save up my energy, so that people, brothers and sisters do not want to be in the world, so that they will not be in the world. So that people, brothers and sisters do not abandon me, I want to integrate into the world, because I am a member of nature.
The sky is still a little hazy black, I can't help it, and I can't wait to open my eyes, because I love this world, I heard footsteps, it's human beings. The little girl came to my side, he gently bent, looked at me and said; "flowers you have to try to open, you must be very beautiful, but I can't see your appearance, my world is very dark, I smelled your fragrance, it gives me strength ah." After she said that, she left, my heart was sour, left tears, although she could not see or read the tears I left for her, I thanked her in my heart, she also gave me strength, yes, I have to try to open. The sky, one by one, people walk by me, they say this praise words, my heart is very happy, but I did not forget, I have to work hard to open.
After that, every day was a happy time, and I went through all kinds of trials and tribulations, winds and storms. And that day, I saw the meaning of life withering away.
That day, the sky was cloudy, the air was very low, other I could not breathe, I felt the breath of death, the rain began to drip at that time, from big to small, from big to small. My roots were mercilessly pulled out, my petals began to fall apart, the rain stopped, the few remaining flowers began to rot, I had no breath, did not wait for nature to bury me, but forever said goodbye to the world, and the little girl, I'm sorry I did not try to live.
The moment I embraced the earth, the little girl cried, I saw her but could not respond to her, I'm sorry you guys, thanks to the earth for giving me new life, I'm not sad because I came.
When the flowers bloom, I am happy, but when the flowers fall, I do not despair, because I, a member of nature, forever.
When the flowers bloomed and fell, I grew up
Time is in a hurry, the human life in the vast river of history is only an inconspicuous moment, but this white horse past the gap of the finger, and after how many flowers blossomed and fell, and the bucket shifted, ah?
After six years of hard work in elementary school, I got what I wanted and got into the ideal middle school. Blossoms, I was elated to come to the dream campus, I was attracted to this modern civilized school. The environment is elegant, the teaching is in good order, the campus management is superior, really near and far. So I decided to live on campus. Because living in school is a very desirable story for me. Because I can not hear my father's snoring, not hear my mother's annoying nagging sound. Everything here is so free, everything is so desirable, really "the sky is high let the birds fly, the sea is wide by the fish leap"! The campus has become the paradise of our life.
At first, I was very curious about the environment here, doing everything so seriously, we cleaned the dormitory every day, can be completely as a mirror. The days were pleasant at first because it felt really good to be away from home. It didn't take long for us to feel tired, and those flying wings wanted to seek rest in every possible way. That night, we talked about it in the dormitory. Some people said that school life is so hard, if we were at home, we would be free; some people said that my clothes are always not clean, and I have to be on duty, how annoying. Someone else said that my mom's cooking smelled good, and she wanted to eat my mom's cooking. After that, she even cried. Later, the dormitory life teacher came, she kindly taught us and helped us to solve our problems. Only then did our homesickness gradually subside. Of course, we actually also make in the growing homesickness for home spent many hours.
Later, many students decided not to live in school, they want to feel their parents' care, to their parents to go to the side of the pampered to go, but I chose to continue to live in school, because I want to continue to accept the exercise, I want to accept the challenges in the life of the grind. I am determined: this difficulty is nothing, I will be very strong, will be self-improvement to live on, independent and persistent to go on, not because of the small difficulties and retreat, because I am the strongest of life.
In the three years of junior high school, I have grown up with a wealth of experience, I have achieved great success, I feel happy, I feel happy, I think the growth is happier than success, because the process of having a happy growth is more wonderful than success, I also fantasize about achieving greater success.
Article 8: blossom and fall
That beautiful, budding, or the remnants of flowers, if ever.
Blossoms - there is no plan to eliminate this love
Early spring, the biting cold wind changed arrogance, as if incarnated as you as a gentle and lovely woman, with the warmth of the early spring, awakening the frozen for a long time the heart, at first solved the pond as a piece of green jade, quietly softened my heart, the streams with a long time of longing, put into your embrace. In the early spring of that year, Qingzhao, I know you. Holding up the dusty book "Yi An set", taste "often remember the creek pavilion at sunset, intoxicated do not know the way back" of that happy, Qingzhao, where are you?
The embroidered curtain hibiscus a smile open, reclining on the treasure duck in person cheeks, eye waves have not been moved by people guess.
One side of the flavor of deep rhyme, half paper hate silence, the moon shifts the shadow of the flower about to come back.
Open field, crystal pond, the sky and the earth in the distance intertwined into a line. Your eyes of love, reflecting the blooming hibiscus, light warmth, converge into a line, falling on your favorite Ming Cheng. Spring flowers, beautiful and fragrant, you in your favorite season, to find your favorite him, make a promise of your life: the mountains are not pronged, heaven and earth together, but also refused to be separated from you. If we are not from two different time and space, I must choose to bless you.
"Which need to shallow blue deep red, since the first stream of flowers." Which use the flowers before the product Qingxiu, Qingzhi Liyingying only you soft. "Love at first sight destined you to be my love, even if the mountains have no more angles, the earth no longer rotate, do not be scattered with you." You must have thought so at that time. Points of the setting sun sprinkled that beautiful sea of flowers, the quiet grass as intoxicated swaying, tranquil wind as if blowing all your thoughts, and then can not make "the wind decided to fall flowers deep, outside the curtain embracing the red heap of snow," such a beautiful word, only remember that the person in front of you, is the most favorite of your life, never give up on him, with him, the flowers do not fall, with him, always be the spring of your meeting, and the flowers will not fall. The spring is always the spring you meet, spring flowers, never withered in the spring.
Flower fall - scramble
Do not think about it, since unforgettable. Smoke and rain confused, rosy a moment of spring flowers stopped dancing, tired smile, stranded in the corner of your mouth. He died, the last of the spring flowers to hide the fragrance of the smile, all over the residual red powerless to tell your sadness. Qingzhao, are you okay?
He has been gone for a long time, but it seems like he never left. Even if he goes farther, he can't go out of your sight. A kind of lovesickness two idle sorrows, only under the brow, but on the heart, that kind of residual flowers day after day cold your loneliness. Searching, searching for his favorite; cold and clear, cold and clear that alone on the road. "Strive to cross, strive to cross." In the end still lost the way back. Once "often remember the creek pavilion at sunset, intoxicated do not know the way back" that kind of happiness, little by little reflected in front of the eyes, pouring into your sad heart.
Wisps of rain gently swept over the flowers, leaving shallow kiss marks. Each petal is inhabited by a tranquil soul, containing a silent collection of touching and sadness. Your tears quietly fall on the petals, gently breaking the silence around you. "Ming Cheng, where are you?" Searching, cold and miserable. The world has changed, and it is difficult to equalize the grief.
I cried. Early spring that romance is still vague, why so soon respectively. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office. The flat boat of the double stream carries up the youth, but can not carry a full of sorrow. The fragrance of elegant flowers gives me beautiful beauty, but can't give me the heart that understands you. If time goes back, back to the moment of spring flowers, he, will come back?
And flowers bloom - blessing
Geese fly south, do not see the return of the deceased. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
The yellow brass mirror, idle dust and ash, cold rain, lovesickness and tears.
Mingcheng, do you know how long your favorite girl has been without makeup? The woman is a woman who is happy with herself, you are not there, combing makeup is also not intended. "This love can not be eliminated, only under the eyebrow, but on the heart" has become the past, "people than the yellow flowers thin" is true. Have you ever heard of the passing of the years as clear as a wash, her call of biting cold to and fro, when you return.
Your love has illuminated a thousand, ten thousand roads, but you have chosen to pursue the road to happiness without hesitation. The first spring, and the flowers bloomed. When I was 14 years old, I once again turned over the "Yi Anji", still unable to read that profound love, biting memories.
If miss can be delivered, I can fly over the wall to find you, I must bless you long days, long days.
Flowers bloom and flowers fall, flowers fall will still flowers bloom again. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.