My world, I hope there are flowers, but hopefully the flowers will accompany me to a better future. The more flowers there are, the more colorful my world will be! The following is my world, spring flowers essay, welcome to read!
篇一：我的世界春暖花开I remember that my father left me and my mother at a very early age, so I have been brought up by my mother alone since I was one year old. Mom has high expectations of me, she wants me to study hard and get into a good university in the future. As for me, I was always very competitive. When I was in elementary school, I could always take home a high score on my exams. But it was different when I went to junior high school. The difficulty of studying increased, and my grades were not as good as before. So I decided to study harder.
Near the midterm exams, but I did not take care of myself and got a cold and fever, although not very serious, but I always have no spirit. How can this be? The midterm exams are coming up soon, and I need to step up my revision.
At nine o'clock in the evening, somehow, I suddenly got the spirit, so I sat down at the desk again. After my mom saw my behavior, she said, "Chenchen, forget it! It's so late, let's review tomorrow!" I said impatiently, "No, I have homework to do tomorrow, I must finish these papers today." After saying that, I stopped paying attention to my mom.
I concentrated on the papers, paying no attention to the cold wind that flew past me and the plain water my mom had just poured for me.
After a while, my mom sat up from the bed, walked over to the desk and touched the untouched glass of plain water, looked at me painfully, and drank the water down silently. I raised my head and said to my mom, "Mom, you go to bed first! I'll go to bed in a little while." With an apologetic smile, mom said, "Oh, mom is disturbing you, mom will 'disappear' right away." I ignored my mom and lowered my head to concentrate on my papers.
I thought my mom would sleep well, but I didn't expect her to get up again after only a few moments in bed. Only this time mom didn't come to the study, but walked towards the kitchen. I looked into the kitchen and thought, "What's Mom going to do again?
A little while later, my mom came out of the kitchen and went straight to the bedroom without saying a word to me.
It was half past ten, and a strong sense of sleep came over me - I was sleepy and cold. I packed up my papers and got ready for bed. Just as I walked into the bedroom, my mom sat up from the bed and ran to the kitchen. I looked at her curiously, what was she doing? In a few minutes, my mom brought out a glass of milk from the kitchen and handed it to me, saying, "Drink it, it's still hot." I took the milk and took a small sip, the smooth milk gave off a burst of warmth in my mouth. "It's delicious!" I said to my mom with a smile. Mom smiled back and said, "Drink it!" I nodded and held my head high as I drank it down, even the tears in my cup.
At that moment, my cold and tired body suddenly warmed up, as if a warm current slowly slipped through my heart. At that moment, because of my mother's selfless love and care, my world spring flowers, ice and snow melt, everywhere sprinkled with golden sunshine.
Part II: My world is bloomingOpen the window of your mind, presenting a colorful world, even in the cold winter, stormy cold night, love is everywhere.
The school's lodging life is boring, and the wind is so harsh every night that every time it blows, it knocks my heart. That day after study hall, I dashed to the dormitory in a 100-meter sprint, climbed into the bed that made me sleep badly every night, but relatively warm compared to the cold, dark night outside. I brought a bag of bread and tore it open, a milky scent hit me straight in the heart, and I ate it like a hungry wolf, "Well, it seems like things are better at home." I couldn't help but lament.
Roommates also came to the dormitory one after another, respectively, complained about the winter lodging distress, next to one of the first to snatch: "As long as the winter does not open the door to sleep, aunts do not chirp on the line." Her devilishly slow and low tone. And I felt it y, every time I opened the door to sleep, I would freeze to death, wishing for a good dream today!
Lights out, I use the bucket that has a thousand pounds against the door, and I got into the quilt, my body is shivering, and vigorously cover my ears, so as not to hear auntie's screams like a sword again, but unfortunately still arrived. "501-508's open the door for me and go to bed." The words went straight to my heart and I opened the door with great reluctance. A cold wind blew outside the door and I shivered, quickly getting under the covers. It seemed that I would have to spend this long, hard dark night in the continuous cold wind again.
I don't know how long, I opened those hazy and heavy eyes, looked out the door, only to see another figure in the snow cellar ice sky corridor shrinking. "Isn't she afraid of the cold? Besides. It's already late!" I couldn't help but think. Another gust of cold wind blew and my whole body stiffened as I rolled over and went back to sleep. Maybe it's better to fall asleep so you don't feel the cold!
After a short while, another gust of cold air drifted through the door, but this time there was some scent mixed in with the cold air, and I had a vague feeling that she was coming towards me. As expected, I felt a pair of big hands to help me cover the quilt, and touched my forehead. This action is like a mother like affection, that big hand is like a mother like warmth, I was intoxicated in this moment, and then blowing the cold wind seems to be not so harsh, it seems that I am surrounded by beautiful flowers, my world spring blossoms.
Early in the morning, I desperately try to recall the figure of the aunt, but found that my mind is blank, is that just a dream? I don't know, it's a dream or not, reality or not, it's just that that moment made me feel the unprecedented warmth in this cold and windy campus, I have long been unable to forget.
The night has gone, love is still there, I am like a flower mood from the cold winter awakening. The flowers are gone, the leaves have fallen, and the ice has frozen the gurgling water. And at that moment, I was no longer cold, and my world blossomed and sprinkled with sunshine!
篇三：我的世界春暖花开作文Friends, are you in a hurry to walk by and forget their own wonderful moment, are you seriously find that moment. O friend, stop the hurried pace, recall the wonderful moment, unforgettable moment, it is indeed memorable.
At home in the mood of boredom I, with a heavy pace out of the distraction. Today the weather is sunny, but not hot, the earth is also as everything is revived, a green. In an inconspicuous corner, I saw as fluffy as a mass, swaying in the breeze, a little weak. Ah! This is the great mother - dandelion. In the colorful flowers, it does not have the noble skirt of the peony; no peach blossom is simple and lovely; no rose is warm and romantic; but I love it alone.
In the breeze, its sons and daughters drift away one by one with the wind, is so bleak ah. Listen! It is moaning low, crying in grief. Look! It is weak in the breeze, but it is emitting a fresh and joyful aroma. Oh! Is that its pretense of strength before its children? How sad it is to be separated from its children.
I can not help but think of my mother, every time I send me out of the door whether the heart trembling and reluctant to give up on me, I am in school, her heart is like a taut string, moment will be broken. Whether she will be sad, their own tears and pretend to be strong in front of me, so she has always been a great superwoman in my heart, has always been an optimistic mother.
At this moment, my heart trembled violently, I do not know why, my mind vaguely floated to the pale face, the look of anxiety when she was looking for me. She was reading a few silver hairs fluttering in the air, from time to time tightly squinting their eyes, straining to read. Like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, she ate and nibbled on the small, yet densely-packed words of the swarm of ants that lined the yam. Who is she doing this for? Of course, it is her heart and soul, all the time are attached to the person - I, her daughter.
At that moment I realized the greatness of my mother, the greatness of mother's love. I have always regarded my mother's . I have always regarded my mother's love for me as the water of the mighty Yellow River, inexhaustible, inexhaustible, without realizing that she is not a superwoman, nor is she invincible.
At that moment, I figured out, there is a mother's love accompanied by what I have to be bored? In my world spring flowers bloom. Refreshing fragrance drifting, colorful sea of flowers can not help but emerge in front of my eyes.
Winter is gone, the sun came, but the sun is too energetic, let people feel a little hot, finally a big rainstorm came, this storm washed away everything, the air does not have the smell of chemical plants, there is just the aroma of grass.
I couldn't help but step out of the house and feel the outside world. But soon the midterm exams, melancholy gradually floated to my heart, the last monthly exam, my grades plummeted, in case this time again like the last time how to do ...... I walked in the park with my head down.
The flowers on the roadside lowered their heads, perhaps because of the heavy rain, the leaves of the trees also fell to the ground, green, yellow, red, grasses have no vigor. Suddenly a small ant crawled from the back of a green leaf with water droplets. But it didn't come like the other ants! It seemed to be drunk, walking and falling, swaying left and right, as if it was riding a rocking car, crossing its legs, it had to be sent by the sky, apparently it fell from the air and fell hurt.
The little ant finally fell to the ground, but it was still struggling and refused to give up. Once, twice, three times, it fell, but stood up again, this insensitive wind but again to mix, I expect the wind do not blow it away, because it is really too fragile, just like the thin glass plate, it is not easy to hit, and even a small stone can make it broken not into a pile.
But what the little ant did next surprised me. The ill-advised wind did not blow it away. The little ant broke free from the hand of death reaching out to it, and bravely tried to stand up, once, twice, three times, four times, five times ...... Finally, it stood up, it held its head high, and it seemed to me that I heard it panting. At this time the sun also set aside those layers of thick clouds, looking at it, the little ant rested for a while, took its tiny but powerful legs toward the sun slowly crawling!
Most people see only an ant, but I saw clearly a brave knight. The sunlight at this moment is shot for it, the sunshine on the ground, but also sprinkled into my heart! The little ant has succeeded, it is through one attempt and effort, even if it fails so what, at least for this goal he struggled! Suddenly my world springs into bloom, and the little ant seems to be looking at me. All the difficulties, will be crushed by me.
Part V: My world spring flowersThe river ice, and then melt time; peach blossom, and then bloom time, and I? When will my grades spring into bloom?
My grades in elementary school, is very top, I often fantasize about the life of middle school. And at this moment, I am a junior high school student, but my grades have fallen to the ground, no longer the former glory. Every time, before the test, I prayed to do better, but the result was always so disappointing. As the days went by, my grades didn't get better after all, and the teacher's disappointed expression was y imprinted in my mind, one at a time. It also sealed my confidence.
Disappointment stimulates my brain every day, torturing me to the point of bruising. I thought I was doomed to fail in my studies, so I went through each day depressed. I was so far down that it was hard for me to pull myself out.
Until that day, I found a spider weaving a web in my room. I swept away the spider's achievements with some anger. When I came back from lunch, I found another half-woven spider's web, and this time I swept it away somewhat ridiculously. In the evening when I went back to my room, I saw another spider's web, and I swept it away, but did not go away, searching carefully, fearing that there might be a spider that had missed the web. Finally, I found a small spider in a corner, as if I had discovered a new continent, I fixedly aimed at the spider, raised the broom, ready to swing down hard. But when I swung the broom in mid-air, I froze, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was still weaving its web! This time, I was really angry, I knocked off its web, but didn't shoot the spider, because I wanted to see how stupid it really was. The spider, which had been slapped down, rolled several times on the ground before trembling to its original place. It stayed there for a long time, but didn't do anything, it wasn't tough. I was bored and went back to bed. The next morning, a ray of sunlight shone through the window, and the whole room was filled with a golden glow. A corner of the room, there is a shining light shaking my eyes, fixed eyes, I stayed, a spider web with golden light, as if a layer of golden gauze.
It turned out that the spider that I shot down has never given up its web. What excuse do I have to be depressed?
From then on, I studied hard and finally got the desired score. The day I received my report card, a ray of sunshine shone on my body, as the joy of success tightly surrounded me, that feeling, very warm. The success of the original to go through continuous efforts to obtain, like the spider's perseverance in order to knit a work of art like web.
My world is blooming.
Part 6: My world spring flowers essayFor whom the flowers bloom, for whom the grass explores, for whom the trees are rooted in the soil. Everything has its natural law, no one can break, and no one can participate. And in the nature of the ever-changing my world spring flowers.
As children, we are very young and tender, but we always think that we can master everything, including nature. Those who think they are mature adults, always look at us with a kind of old student to the eyes of the young students, but always can not guess our heart.
Biology class, the teacher let us raise baby silkworms, love to play, we did not hesitate to agree. But who knows, a life growing hardship. After a few experiments, the poor baby silkworms died in front of my eyes. There was a crack in that weak heart, and even with all the needles and threads, it was difficult to mend.
My father saw it, comforted me, and told me the way. I thought to myself, "Only by seeing a butterfly being born in front of my eyes can I repair my wounds! So, after encouragement, I rekindled my passion for raising baby silkworms.
After a few days of breeding, the lovely babies grew fat and cute. Two or three weeks later, the babies began to spit silk pupae. Their home is quite spacious enough for chrysalis. One, two, three ...... I counted carefully and memorized their positions.
I found that they love to pupate in the corner, so I separated them all. I was afraid that the two chrysalises would become entangled, which never seemed to happen in our recollection.
Another period of time passed, their chrysalis has long been formed. Seeing the babies struggling in the chrysalis, hoping to see the light of day again. I couldn't bear to help them - I took three chrysalises and broke them. At this moment, my heart trembled, I saw one or two butterflies, but after a few seconds, their lives as the price of this short time. For this, I cried, another batch of silkworm babies died in my hands, and the whole family consoled me.
And the others, I no longer dare to face them, but I have to be responsible. Another day passed, and I saw another newborn life struggling, and I watched silently, with both hands unnaturally placed. Look! Those are wings, those are wings. I was surprised to and pulled my dad over. At this moment, fate hangs in the balance and no one knows what will happen next. My world sprang to life the moment this one little being managed to be born. I put my hand out and instead of flying into my hand, it flew off into the distance. Even the weakest of beings can soar through the air, breathing fresher air and appreciating a more beautiful world.
My world blossoms in spring. Not for the construction of a magnificent building, not for the achievement of excellent results, not for the promotion of wealth and fame, only for the birth of a weak life. I think, flowers blossom and fall, fall flowers into mud, mud and protect the flowers, the cycle of the world, but also so it!
Part VII: My world spring flowers essayThe long river of life is still rolling east, the wheel of the years is still using life to embellish the miracle.
A person, the middle of the night. Lying in bed, suddenly smelled a familiar flavor, is she. The eyes unconsciously trickled down two lines of tears, I do not know what she is doing now, perhaps she has no longer forgive themselves.
Hold up the phone, pressed the familiar string of numbers, "What's the matter, what's wrong with calling so late?" Listening to her old voice, my heart was sour. "Mom, is everything okay." My tears gushed out in an instant, it was her, my mom, pale but not without love.
That day, spring blossomed in my heart.
Mom, you are also old, a few years later, if you look up at the stars, the falling stars is my heart precipitation of guilt ah.
Tonight's stars a few, pro-children's thoughts geometric, may the geese can send my heart to the well-being of that home to her.
You may be silent, but silence does not mean indifference; I may be rebellious, but rebellion does not mean not cherish. Our age is not the same as yours, we pursue individuality, but the flower deep inside always bloomed for you. Flowers shed tears, love, who's who, just the tears left behind by the youthful madness.
As Wang Guozhen said, "swinging is your non-stop footsteps, flying around is your beautiful tassel, in the days of one love, who can say what is sweet, what is bitter. I just know that if you're sure, you're right." You flew by my side like this, accompanying me day and night.
But time and light took away the Shaohua, more gullies between us, that once tender less, that past communication gradually slipped away, the rest is just memories.
In order to dream, I resolutely enrolled in the liberal arts. But you do not seem to want, but I can y feel that you are behind the silent support me, with you, my world spring flowers.
The geese, do you take my heart to her, that far away home, that old her, that I can never hope to reach my mother.
If you receive, do you still remember that year, I snuggled up next to you to listen to the sound of the sea, majestic and great, she used love to make my world spring blossoms, a flower in the bottom of the heart, blooming for the mother, yi yi gaze in this life is not changed.
Part VIII: My world spring blossoms essayAccompanied by all the way fragrant, silent corridor is so long, excited thoughts like a deer in my heart bang bang bang. The father's big hands of strict mercy, suppress my wild heartbeat, let me drum up the courage, to the dawn of victory all the way to the song of triumph.
A chance, fortunately I was selected to join the dance troupe, the first time to go to the dance class, as a boy's heart is full of shyness, they will not laugh at me, right? Anxiety prompted my heartbeat to accelerate, shortness of breath. From time to time, I looked back at my father at the end of the corridor, as if a kind smile appeared on his stern face, my father waved his big, strong hand at me, go on! You'll make it. I turned my head and walked forward, my feet seemed much lighter.
A steady pace, boiling blood, and a frenzied heartbeat drove me quickly to the practice room.
Horizontal fork, vertical fork, lower back, leg press and other various movements passed smoothly, the results of the first set of training gave me a good psychological foundation. I won the teacher's praise with an absolute advantage. Looking back out the window at my father, his breathless face was full of pride and praise. Once again, he raised his big, clenched fist as if to say to me, "Go for it! You're great!" My father's approving gaze let my heart rise infinite reverie ......
Now I have entered the classroom of the middle school, the life of learning everywhere is not through a hint of haste, every time I encountered setbacks and difficulties, my father's strong hand, will be in my heart to rise a ray of hope, encouraging me to get out of the daze and predicament, toward the light to walk through! One after another mountain beam ......
I am no longer timid, I am no longer uncertain, the experience of life and the accumulation of years along with my rapid growth. Although my father returned to the distant hometown, although he is not at my side, but my father that climbed the vicissitudes of the big hand all the time to give me strength.
After the rain reveals the sun, grass and trees emit light, excited thoughts, has been turned into the power to move forward, so that I walked through the mire, running towards the dawn of victory.
I am thriving in the world of spring flowers ......