"Hand rolled real pearl on the jade hook, according to the former spring hate by the heavy building. The wind in the fallen flowers who is the master, thinking longingly. The green bird does not transmit the sound outside the clouds, lilac empty knot rain in the sadness. Looking back to the green wave of the three Chu tombs, catching the wind flow." Li Bai's song "Raccoon River Sand" took me all the way through the fragrance of flowers.
Write it homework idle, I gently pushed open the door, a fragrance of flowers to me, do not need to see know, is the lilac. Crystal-like strings of white flowers, is that the spring Sleeping Beauty's curtains, in the north whenever spring returns to the earth, lilac flowers are not willing to be lonely, but also excited to compete in the opening of her fluttering fragrance emanating from the earth, she greeted the footsteps of the spring, do not let the spring flowers, and became the first batch of welcome spring messenger.
Lilac flowers in a variety of colors, purple, red, white, etc., in the absence of rainy days exudes a perfumed breath. How fragrant is the lilac's breath, and the stars are like a cloud of golden bees, emitting a warbling shimmer in the violet-blue sky.
I walked and admired the scenery of flowers along the way. Slowly also into the sea of lilacs, become a member of the lilac. Next to a delicate lilac, shaking her petite head bag, as if it was greeting me!
I don't know how, just clear skies, and now it's raining, a water droplet hit the lilac petals, face, leaves. They are very happy, open their mouths, greedily drink the rain. Rain, quietly stopped, the blue sky appeared a rainbow. The sunlight shines on the crystal water droplets looks exceptionally beautiful.
The sky is gradually dark, I can not help but lilac that refreshing temptation, hand picked a lilac to take home. On the way home, people stopped their feet and couldn't help but look around, searching for the fragrance from where it came from, and all the way to the flowers accompanied the people into the sweet dreamland.
The moonlight lilac white dashing, purple haze, and a faint elegant sweet fragrance, non-cinnamon, non-orchid, in the night can also let people distinguish this is lilac ...... ah! All the way to the fragrance of the flowers let me understand: lilac flowers can bring people beautiful fragrant flowers, get the people's favorite; if I can create happiness for people in the future, then people's faces can not also emit the fragrance of flowers?
2 all the way to the fragrance of flowersa
If life is just a flower season can not be repeated, then the beating heart is a never withered spring flowers. Early spring in February, when the first warmth is still cold, goose yellow vaguely, new green quietly bloom, indicating the vitality of life, that is the rising sun of youth; March, apricot blossom spring rain, peach and willow green, soft wind and rain, fluttering with the greatness of nature, that is the fire of the middle age; late spring in April, the time of the fangfei gradual exhaustion, the distant mountain path, the darkness of the flowers, the splendor of dusk of the obsession, this is the twilight of the late sunny days. Since the geometry of reincarnation is evergreen, then the journey of life will also be accompanied by flowers along the way.
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Apoptosis a petal flower on earth. "The flowers gradually fascinating eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves" on earth, a small verse borrowed a piece of vitality. But the feeling of people light as flowers, a favor and shame together; "Lotus leaves in the sky infinitely blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers red" on earth, a small verse grows out of the fiery flavor, the feelings into the chest, the seven points brewed into the moon; "Curtain rolled west wind, people than the yellow flowers thin" on earth, a small verse like flowers And non-flower, lost in the hands of the yellow flowers, see through the vicissitudes of change, light a lonely lamp in the dark, hobbling through. This time, how a word of sadness? "Suddenly like a night spring wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" on earth, a small verse with a strange and wonderful idea to take down the winter white and lonesome, with the eyes of the heart to note the magnificence of beauty and romance ...... a petal a petal of beautiful flowers withered on earth, I smelled all the way to the fragrance of the flowers.
Three
Ying sad butterfly tired, silent incense several times thin. The white begonias cupped by the autumn shade will spend the dusk with what kind of despair? The daisies in the rusty hedges will be embellished with what kind of sadness? Drunkenly lying on the green stone, red incense scattered, the fragrance of peony has been for whom to cover up a few full of heart? Flying red, light point sadness, rose and how to break "a clean earth to cover the wind flow"? Singing softly, the east wind rises gradually, causing the cuckoo to cry blood all over the ground, but she left the aria unchanged for a thousand years! The nobility of peony is still quietly performing a helplessness. The pretty flower shines in the water, the weak willow helps the wind, and the orchid in the empty valley is buried in the fragrant mound at the end of the dome of the sky....... It is not to praise the flower love, but to sigh for the flower soul! The soul fades away, the empty boudoir only shadow, the beauty is late, the wandering son weeping autumn wind. If the west wind is dismal, no longer able to roll up half a curtain of fragrant mist, and how to find that all the way to the fragrance of flowers? I can only let the melancholy goose yellow climb on the spring, peeping at the spring boudoir dreamer.
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Sitting in front of the window, bathing in the 45-degree angle sprinkled in half a meter of sunshine. Ancient vines climbed up the lonely fence, and the new green waking up gradually appeared to be sleepy and lazy. The poplar on the left already has a scarecrow, and the rose in the right corner is shy and waiting to bloom. In the hands of the old camera, no longer the proud appearance of the year, the photo of the little people, but still smiling like a flower. The little girl, holding a blue pocket watch, hanging on the poplar. Wind outside the window, blowing away half a meter of sunshine, behind the person, only a light shot, a look back, will win the three heaven, all the way fragrant.
3 all the way to the fragrance of the flowers, all the way to the warmthIn the flow of clouds flying away from the side of the mountain peaks, a flower in bloom, its fragrance with the wind, its face with the time and weakened.
The petals of the flower have fallen to the ground, but its fragrance has not yet dissipated; it is in the fragrance of autumn ripening into heaven; it is in the wide wilderness; it is on the sea; it is in the vastness of the universe; and it is in the heart of that goodness. And the soul is so fragrant because of it.
"Watching the clouds roll in the sky, flowers blossom and fall in front of the garden" is so beautiful. My idle heart has not been stained by the world, my bright eyes have not been stained with a little dust. Although the body in the vast sea of questions, taking into account the truth of a line, but the heart is still so white. Flowers are my bodyguard messenger, that resides in the heart of the fragrance, is the best interpretation of the beauty, time passes, the face will be difficult to stay, only the remaining heart incense.
Your life is a special special road, you have to grasp yourself, grasp this wonderful youth. This way, the flowers go with you, perhaps, more thorny bushes ahead. But you have to tell yourself: all the way to the flowers, all the way to the fragrance. The body of the abrasions, a fragrance in the heart.
At this time in the fall of August, there is still the last wisp of fragrance, send it to my teachers and friends, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
All the way to the flowers, all the way to the fragrance; comfortably smile, remember the flowers all the way to the warmth.
On the side of the mountain peak where the streaming clouds fly away, a flower blooms, its fragrance goes with the wind, and its face weakens with time.
The petals of the flower have fallen to the ground, but its fragrance has not yet dissipated; it is in the fragrance of autumn ripening into heaven; it is in the wide wilderness; it is on the sea; it is in the vastness of the universe; and it is in the heart of that goodness. And the soul is so fragrant because of it.
"Watching the clouds roll in the sky, flowers blossom and fall in front of the garden" is so beautiful. My idle heart is not stained by the world, and my bright eyes are not stained with a little dust. Although the body in the vast sea of questions, taking into account the truth of an article, but the heart is still so white. Flowers are my bodyguard messenger, that resides in the heart of the fragrance, is the best interpretation of the beauty, time passes, the face will be difficult to stay, only the remaining heart incense.
Your life is a special special road, you have to grasp yourself, grasp this wonderful youth. This way, the flowers go with you, perhaps, more thorny bushes ahead. But you have to tell yourself: all the way to the flowers, all the way to the fragrance. The body of the abrasions, a fragrance in the heart.
At this time in the fall of August, there is still the last wisp of fragrance, send it to my teachers and friends, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
All the way to the flowers, all the way to the fragrance; comfortably smile, remember the flowers all the way to the warmth.
4 Growing up on the road, all the way fragrantSuch as a small bridge and flowing water like euphony, like a big river going east like heroic. The first time I saw this, I was able to get to the top of the stairs, and I was able to get to the bottom of the stairs, and I was able to get to the bottom of the stairs.
Running in the sun, jumping on the lawn, in the blue sky, head high, strolling in the way of growth, smelling all the way to the melon and fruits, tasted all the world's bitter fruits, in the times of exhaustion, and finally saw the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn of the dawn.
Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine through my whole body, life instantly burst out of the vigor of youth. On the playground, you can see me jogging figure, fast and easy, on the field, you can also capture my valiant swing action, like a fast elf, growth is also the same, enjoy the process of both physical and mental.
The long river of growth has a long history, and the wheel of time keeps on rotating, and I am destined to step out more legends on this fragrant avenue of growth.
Step by step, I went to the center of the stage; a key, a key, play the melodious heavenly music; a burst of a burst, the applause is endless. I eventually stepped onto the flat avenue. Boating against the current, in the remote corner to open up their own splendor. And then look back to yesterday, I am still that clumsy, in front of the piano haphazardly make sound of the little girl.
The cynicism of others is just a tasteless pastime for me. There is no one who can drive my emotions and unravel my wrapped heart, only music, it my beating pulse body. Only sitting in front of the piano, can release the heart of the bitter, with the ups and downs of the music, quietly savor the five flavors of life, in the melancholy mood, will also flow out of the warmth of the sentiment.
Finally, with a sense of confidence and strength, broke through the veil of fog; lifted the curtains of the rain, stood out in a flash, with music in the growth of the chapter of struggle.
Let me once again think about the words of Mrs. Curie, on the road to growth, the flow is not sweat but blood, their names are not written in pen but blood. Indeed, the road to growth, the avenues criss-crossed, but often full of thorns in the road, is the bright guide.
A boat in the lake will eventually moor, a wandering heart will find a place to return to, but the road to growth will be in the fragrance, in the sun, reflecting a more beautiful vision.
5 floating all the way to the scent of acaciaBlue sky, thin clouds such as flotsam and jetsam, light, as if in the Taihu Lake in the wash Aman general; morning sun Phi gorgeous Xiajiazhi show in the east, printed on the lake surface ripples; quiet, cool, fresh breeze, softly flicked.
The branches of the lake from the green to lush, watery loaded with vitality, luxuriant trees, luxuriant grass, such as the green sea of a thousand miles of exhibition; flowers from the gorgeous to variegated, scrambling to open, so that people enjoy the eye.
Far away, the breeze is mixed with the fragrance of flowers attacking the nose. There is a blooming gardenia, white as snow, fragrant May; there is the sun lotus, red as the evening sun, light fragrance; there are many unknown flowers, they poked their heads out of the dense grass, some like a trumpet, some like a hydrangea, some like butterflies, some like umbrellas, a variety of gestures: red, yellow, purple, you have me, I have you, embracing each other and companion, spraying the fragrance, spit with the color. So many aromas, I immediately smelled the acacia flowers.
The fragrance of acacia flowers is very special, there is a kind of flavor in the mountains, different from the city roadside flowers. My heart has been adorned with the fragrance of this flower, and the green bird in my dream flew by, hanging the acacia on the budding branches. My memory along with the acacia petals in that green leaves shyly bloom, quietly released.
Approaching the acacia tree, you will see full of acacia flowers, crystal clear white, full of spirit, mischievous hanging in the tree, a string, a piece, in the light of the sun, like the sparkling pearl, You Bikai's waves. In the beginning of early summer, they slowly peeled off a petal buds, bright raw tender, all kinds of flavor, although there is no sweaty pleasure, but the kind of want to say yet to be implicit, let a person contemplative reverie.
When the acacia flowers are in bloom, they are all in a bunch, elegant white, hanging high on the branches.
The white color of the falling clusters, reminding me of my father, my mother, my grandmother, and many, many folks with white hair on their heads; each string of white flowers, as if stringing up a segment of childhood stories, the elegant fragrance will always be the memory of the pages of the book to turn.
When I was a kid, I loved to eat my grandmother's acacia cake, but I only remembered to eat it once, as if it was the May Day when I was six years old. On that day, my parents came back from Shanghai, and we all ate my grandmother's hot and fragrant acacia cake at home, and my grandmother told me that May Day was my parents' wedding anniversary.
A windy day, the petals of the flowers are spinning and falling to the ground. Pick a bunch of moist white with a dark red core of the buds, the petals will be peeled off, I can not wait to the mouth of the large stuffed, in a sweet fragrance as if to swallow the breath of early summer in a brain. There are pedestrians watching, as if watching some kind of comedy show. In fact, where do they know, for me, a small acacia flower contains a playful childhood, strong affection, and that can not erase the bitter memories.