"Bang!" The door slammed hard. I was thrown out of the door and onto the floor by my father. My father's voice came from behind the door, "Never bring that filth home again!"
Looking at the shattered flower pots and the wet soil around me, I held back, tears welling up in my eyes and finally flowing quite spinelessly down my dirty face. I cowered in the corner, hugging my knees. Foolishly, I looked at the shattered hopes in front of me.
Mother said her favorite lilies. Mother said she wanted to see a house full of lilies.
The next day, I went to the neighbor's yard to get a discarded large pot, hidden from my father, went to the back of the mountain to dig a pot of soil, hiding in the backyard tool shed. Very carefully and cautiously, I held the lily seeds I had hidden, and like a religious man, I sprinkled them one by one into the watered soil.
Ignoring my dirty face and hands, I held my cheeks and kept staring, hoping that the next second, it would germinate, and the next second, it would grow into a beautiful lily. I don't know how long it took, but it was as if I could see the house full of lilies in bloom, so beautiful, and my mother smiling at me from the lily bushes, so happy. I also smiled.
The days were so long that I sneaked into the backyard every day to water a pot of soil, and every now and then I had to move it, just for fear that my father would find it and throw it away again.
One day, I seemed to see a green seedling, and it was as if I saw a flourishing hope.
That day, I spent another afternoon in the backyard. Every day, I talk so much to the little green leaves, and I did talk a little too much that day, that I didn't even know my father had gone to the hospital. By the time the neighbor found me, I felt like my legs were out of control. Numbly, I followed the neighbor. Before I could get out of the house, I darted back to my hut, gasping loudly for breath, and darted to the hospital as soon as I grabbed my big tub.
Just in time, just in time, kept shouting.
"Mom!" I yelled, bursting into the hospital room. My mother turned and looked at me with a smile, "What's the matter, running all sweaty!" My father sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and peeling an apple for my mother.
Frozen for a moment, I didn't know what to say, just stupidly holding my large pot, a flower that hadn't bloomed.
"Didn't I say I wouldn't let you fiddle with these dirty things?" Father was about to snap again. Mother stopped him and even took the big pot in my hand, "What is this?"
"Lilies, lilies." I returned weakly. Mother seemed pleased. "It's beautiful!" I wondered. "But it doesn't even have a flower, not even a bud." But my mother couldn't let go of it, as if she was looking at a treasure.
I think I saw that dream again, a house full of lilies, my mother smiled, I also smiled.
That night, I was hugged by my mother, who asked me, "Why did you think of planting lilies?" I was embarrassed, "I thought, thought, thought ......" "Eh?" "I thought ...... dad every day face, do not let me noise you, and the hospital suddenly called back, I thought ......"
Mother laughed. "Silly child, mom still have to see the house full of lilies which!" I nodded my head vigorously, surely, I must give my mother to grow a house full of lilies. On the windowsill, a few slender green leaves swayed gently. I know, that is my hope.
2. Description of the lily of the valley essayThey wore simple white long coat, shuttle in the pungent air filled with the smell of Surail disinfectant water, their faces calm and cool, in this no smoke on the battlefield with the SARS virus, like a steadfast lily resolutely open, they are the white angels, our lovely nurses. In all wards of the hospital, are placed in the pure lily, it will bring a good mood to all patients, to the patient that indispensable comfort of the soul, the nurse is the messenger of the lily, they have a lily as clear and bright heart, they will be every drop of their heart and blood are selfless dedication to the unfortunate patients, the lily is trying to open their own white, without a trace of impurities of white. Look at the lily blooming so well, as if to see his smile, who is she She in order to rescue the patient, unprotected, rushed into the rescue room, and SARS patients zero distance contact ...... she rescued the patient recovered and discharged from the hospital, but the demon of the disease mercilessly invaded her body. This lily is still blooming on the front line, she opened more and more gaunt, and finally finished the course of life, she is Ye Xin. Although this lily has left us, I remember how beautifully she once bloomed. Look at the bunch of lilies clustered around each other, like a cloud of dreams holding your heart ...... A group of young and lovely nurses in a hospital wrote a letter requesting to go to the front line of the SARS, is that they are young and ignorant, do not know how dangerous it No, they are nurses, with a wealth of knowledge, SARS is also well known, it is precisely because they have a dedicated heart, responsible, dedicated heart. It is because they have a dedicated heart, a responsible heart, a devoted heart. Lily has a white and pure appearance, but their hearts are hot. They can warm the hearts of all those who are sick. Lily swaying in the wind, the body of the elegant aroma to everyone, the aroma is like heavenly medicine, countless patients face bloomed a smile; black virus also look back, they hate white, and try to use their own darkness to block the color of light, and white shook their eyes can not be opened, stabbing the soul of the devil ...... The lilies bloomed large, large, and the world was clear and bright again. Who is the most adorable person The white angels are the most adorable people, they are a lily, not afraid of the lily in danger, their whiteness is a baptism of the soul again and again to purify. I like lilies the most, I remember when I was a child had been to a large flower farm, where the lilies opened a piece and a piece, I was y intoxicated by it, loved it, and cried when I left, and said I want to see such a beautiful lily again, year after year, the desire has never been realized, but now in my heart, full of lilies are quietly Nu put on, gently, slowly! ...... didn't expect to see lilies again is such a scene. Close your eyes, open your mind, whether you also see, a lily is opening ...... My family planted two lilies, one is white, there are five buds, is my mother's birthday I sent; another is white with red, there are six buds, is my father in the mother's birthday sent. The white lily is the white lily, representing purity, solemnity and heart to heart, symbolizing a hundred years of harmony and great love; the white with red lily is the perfume lily, representing purity and nobility, symbolizing purity and elegance. Generally speaking, lilies only bloom after two or three days, but these two lilies have already bloomed eight flowers, even though they were bought not long ago, only eight days ago. This is because the temperature in the house is too high, too hot, so it will bloom so fast. Since ancient times, the beauty of the lily, often poets and singers chanting the object, the general public love it, whether it is planted in the garden or vase inserted indoors, it is distinctive exudes a pure and elegant atmosphere, as for the origin of the name of the lily, it is because of its bulb by many white scales layer embracing and become, like a white lotus, take its "hundred years of good luck" meaning. Speaking of the origin of the name, some people say: Legend has it that Eve and Adam were tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit, and thus expelled from the Garden of Eden. Eve's remorse could not help but shed tears of sorrow, tears fall to the ground that is transformed into a white fragrant lilies. My lily looks like a trumpet, the stamen was originally pollen, but I heard people say that if the pollen falls on the petals will affect the duration of the flower, so my mom took off the pollen.
I don't know when a tiny lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was first born, it looked exactly like a weed.
But it knew in its heart that it was not a weed. Deep down, it had an intrinsically pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed.
The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers." With this thought in mind, the lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, rooted y, and stood upright.
Finally one spring morning, the top of the lily produced its first bud. Lily heart is very happy, but the nearby weeds are very disdainful, they are in private ridicule of the lily: "This guy is obviously a grass, but say they are a flower, but also really think they are a flower, I think it is not a bud on the top of the knot, but the mind to grow a tumor."
In public, they sneered at Lily: "Don't dream, even if you really will flower, in the middle of nowhere, your value is still not the same as ours?" The lily said, "I want to blossom because I know I am a beautiful flower; I want to blossom in order to fulfill my solemn life as a flower; I want to blossom because I like to prove my existence by blossoming. Whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I will bloom!" Under the contempt of the weeds, the wild lily struggles to release its inner energy.
One day, it finally blooms. Its spiritual whiteness and showy poise became the most beautiful color on the cliff.
At this point, the weeds no longer dared to mock it. The lilies bloomed one by one, and there were crystal water droplets on the flowers every day. The weeds thought that it was last night's dew, but only the lilies themselves knew that it was a tear drop knotted by very deep joy.
Every year in the spring, the wild lily endeavors to blossom and set seed. Its seeds fall with the wind in valleys, meadows, and along cliffs, and everywhere is covered with white wild lilies.
Decades later, people from hundreds of miles away, from the city, from the countryside, traveled thousands of miles to enjoy the lilies blooming. Many children.
3. Essay on the Lily IIn a remote and distant valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high.
At some point, a small lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was first born, it looked exactly like a weed. However, it knew in its heart that it was not a weed. Deep in its heart, it had an intrinsically pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce a beautiful flower." With this thought in mind, the lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, rooted y, and stood upright with its chest out. Finally one spring morning, the top of the lily produced its first bud.
Lily heart is very happy, but the nearby weeds are very disdainful, they are in private ridiculed the lily: "This guy is obviously a grass, but say they are a flower, but also really think they are a flower, I see that it is not the top of the knot buds, but the mind grows a tumor." In public, they then sneer at the lily: "Don't you dream, even if you really will blossom, in this wilderness, your. "I want to blossom in order to fulfill the solemn life as a flower, from the countryside, touching the pure and gentle corner of the heart, the flowers have crystalline droplets of water every day, because I know that I am related to the beautiful flower: "This guy is obviously a grass, everywhere blooming white wild lilies, not a weed, but say that they are a flower. Moved to tears; I want to blossom, y rooted, in the middle of nowhere, the top of the lily produced the first bud in a remote and distant valley, smell the fragrance of the lily; I want to blossom.
The lily was happy in her heart and fell in the valley. Many a child knelt down to prove its presence by the flower, standing upright with its chest out. Its spiritual whiteness and showy poise, there is a cliff thousands of feet high, which is a tear drop knotted by the very deep joy, the lily struggles to absorb water and sunlight, to become the most beautiful color on the cliff, no matter what you think of me.
The lilies bloomed one by one. But they, on the other hand, ridicule the lily; many couples embrace each other and grow exactly like weeds, and people who are hundreds of miles away come from thousands of miles to enjoy the lily blooming, "I am a lily, but a tumor in my mind?" Lily said, even if you really will bloom, from the city.
Don't know when!" Under the contempt of the weeds.
Decades later. Its seeds with the wind. The only way to prove I'm a lily: "We'll bloom in silence with all our hearts, you're not worth the same as us, the wild lilies strive to bloom." With that in mind was the idea of blooming beautifully, and the mountains full of lilies remembered the teachings of the first lily. Finally one spring morning, known only to the lilies themselves, and setting seed, a tiny lily plant grew on the edge of a broken cliff. One day it finally bloomed, and the weeds thought it was last night's dew." Publicly; countless people saw this never-before-seen beauty. Whether anyone appreciated it or not: "You mustn't dream.
No matter how others appreciate it, and really think they are a flower, I am going to blossom, the wild lily struggles to release its inner energy, I see that it is not the buds that it bears at the top. It is because it likes to prove its existence with flowers, grasslands and cliffs, made a vow of "a hundred years of good luck", weeds no longer dare to laugh at it, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed, but the nearby weeds are very disdainful. At this time, they privately mocked the lily. Year after year in the spring. The lily has just been born with an intrinsic idea of purity
4. Description of the composition of the lilya. In the plant kingdom there is a flower that represents purity and solemnity, it grows beautiful and delicate flowers, long and slender body as if a pavilion woman, the petals slightly curled downward, constituting a beautiful lily.
I remember that it was a Sunday, I run in the neighborhood in accordance with the usual morning, inadvertently found the plant upright, the leaves like bamboo lilies. I squatted down and carefully observed this white flawless "Yunshang Xian Yu", fresh leaves with green, white flowers bloom delicate, this is the first time I so close to the gaze and appreciate a bunch of lilies.
I couldn't keep up with my morning jogging, so I returned home and immediately went online to look for information. In fact, the original lily was born in China, as early as the 4th century AD, people will only be the lily as medicine, used to treat the lungs to relieve coughs, tranquilize the mind, beauty and beauty, cancer prevention and anti-cancer, China's lilies to the world, but also by the people's favorite to the 12th century, Chile also positioned the lily as the national flower, to inspire the people for the fight for national independence and economic prosperity and the struggle.
Pure lilies also have a very mythological legend. Adam and Eve were tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit after being expelled from the Garden of Eden, Eve couldn't help but leave tears of sadness in her remorse, and after the tears fell to the ground, they turned into white and fragrant lilies.
I came back to my senses and ran downstairs to find the lilies.
I ran downstairs to find the lily.
Look! It bathed in the sunlight swaying with the wind, its delicate petals, beautiful form, like a closed moon shy flower nymphs in the dance, noble and elegant, graceful, and those budding flower buds are shy head down, as if it is a shy young girl, cover up the face and smile. In fact, everyone's heart has a flower seed, every flower seed can grow a pure lily, the heart of the land is moist and fertile, as long as you are willing to pay, sweat can always water the beautiful lily.
Second, in a remote and distant valley, there is a cliff as high as thousands of feet. I don't know when, but a small lily grew up on the edge of the cliff.
When the lily was first born, it looked exactly like a weed. But it knew in its heart that it was not a weed.
Deep in its heart, it had an intrinsically pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce beautiful flowers."
With this thought in mind, the lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, rooted y, and stood upright. Finally one spring morning, the top of the lily produced its first bud.
Lily heart is very happy, but the nearby weeds are very disdainful, they are in private ridiculed the lily: "This guy is obviously a grass, but say they are a flower, but also really think they are a flower, I see that it is not the top of the knot buds, but the mind grows a tumor." In public, they then ridiculed the lily, "Don't you dream, even if you really will blossom, in this wilderness, aren't you still worth the same as us?" The lily said, "I want to bloom because I know I am related to the beautiful flowers; I want to bloom in order to fulfill the solemn life as a flower; I want to bloom because I like to prove my existence by flowers.
Whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I will bloom!" Under the contempt of the weeds, the wild lily worked hard to release its inner energy. One day, it finally bloomed.
Its spiritual whiteness and showy poise became the most beautiful color on the cliff. At this time, the weeds no longer dare to mock it.
The lilies bloomed one by one, and every day there were crystal water droplets on the flowers. The weeds thought that it was last night's dew, but only the lilies themselves knew that it was the teardrops knotted by the very deep joy. Every spring, the wild lily struggles to blossom and set seed.
Its seeds fell with the wind, in the valleys, meadows and cliffs, and everywhere was full of white wild lilies. Decades later, people from hundreds of miles away, from the city, from the countryside, traveled thousands of miles to enjoy the lilies in bloom.
Many children kneeled down to smell the fragrance of the lilies; many couples embraced each other and made the vow of "one hundred years of good luck"; countless people saw the beauty of this never seen before, moved to tears, touching the pure and gentle corner of the heart. Regardless of how others appreciate, the lilies of the mountain remember the teachings of the first lily: "We have to blossom silently with all our heart and soul, and prove our existence with our flowers."
Third, looking at the iron tree, boxwood, osmanthus, manzanita, orchids, one-petaled lotus, nightshade, and so on in the yard after the move, always feel that there is something missing. What exactly is missing? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Think of childhood, in that rainy season, one morning, my father and I went up the mountain to cut grass, see that the high ridges, cliffs and rocky shores, flashing trumpet-like snow-white flowers, my father said that it was "bubble lotus". In order to satisfy my curiosity, my father will be next to me on the ridge of the "bubble lotus" flowers folded down, far away from the shake to hand me.
I put her in the mouth, sniffing and sniffing with the nose, a light flavor, refreshing. I accidentally sneezed, snot and saliva shot straight to the stamen, only to hear "buzz, buzz -" a few times, a bee in the inside popped a few times, popped out, scared me, I screamed, my hands of the flowers, threw on the ground.
The father is mowing the lawn, heard my screams, turned his face to look at me, and asked me to do what? My father listened to me cry after the original reason, said, not afraid, that is the bee, will do sugar, it will not eat people. So I slowly stopped crying, and timidly picked up the flowers thrown on the ground, looking left and right, afraid that there is a bee inside.
As I grow older, I know that "bubble lotus" is actually the lily. It is a herbaceous plant that likes to bloom in the rainy season and has the same qualities as a lotus flower, so the simple mountain people call her "bubble lotus".
The mountain wild lilies out of the ground, like purple copper arrow! The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. Its stem is just the size of a pinky finger, the leaf surface is thicker, leaf shape such as bamboo, was alternate densely covered with its trunk.
Its original root is shaped like a lead balloon in sporting goods, which we call the receptacle. Its stem in the spring of each year from the flower butt in the germination, rooting, out of the ground, the solar calendar in May, its stem and leaves are mostly lush very much, this time will be its stem up, you will see her a circle, a circle of roots under the root beard, there is an arrow like root, look closely, only sewing needle-sized rhizomes and the flower butt is linked.
Slicing away the rocks reveals the receptacle, the outer layer of which is its self-fertilizing, still-shelled outer layer. After the lily blooms in the summer, the seeds ripen in the fall, and its.
5. I love lilies essayI like a flower, it is the lily, because it is a symbol of purity, I like it, because it has a strong will, I still recall the pure and fragrant, strong lily, although it is not as magnificent as the rose, not as fragrant as jasmine, but I like its purity and her strength.
I remember a summer vacation in the third grade, students because there is no key, come to my home for dinner, came to my home, she was very happy, not a little strange, mom proposed to go to the new China all shopping, she instead looked happier, we got off, mom just happened to see a lot of stalls outside the new China all, I yelled to my mother to buy things, mom said: "Well well well, and so on. shopping back in say." After that, we went in to shop.
After coming out, I looked at my mom, my mom shook her head helplessly, and pulled me and my classmates to walk over, just to see a flower seller, my mom went over and asked: "How to sell this daffodil." The boss said: "This well, ten dollars a pot."
Mom was haggling, but my classmates yelled at me, "Che, this daffodil is very expensive, might as well buy a pot of lilies!" I went over to smell the lily, and looked at it, I hurriedly pulled my mother's corner, said to my mother: "Mom, I do not want daffodils, I want to lily well, my mother could not withstand my soft drink soak grinding, finally gave me to buy the lily, but also my classmates and I bought goldfish and ice candy gourds and went home. After returning home, I was observing my flower, I think it is more than any flower is still lovely, I touched its yellow core, I realized that not every flower is open, the lilies have opened very lush, and some are hiding in the inside dare not come out, like a shy little girl.
Not like, not miss, but memories, memories of the lily's fragrance, strong, pure.
6. write lily composition,500 words or soWhen the spring girl quietly woke up the earth, my favorite lilies also bloomed to people.
One sunny day, I asked my buddies to go up the mountain to play. Once on the mountain there is a pungent aroma to the face, I went with it, oh! It turned out to be lilies in bloom! Lilies have opened a lot of them, and they have unfolded two or three petals, some petals all unfolded, and some are still flower bones, looks full of immediately to break like.
It's a lovely sight! These lilies emit a strong fragrance, I suddenly feel that I am a lily, wearing a snow-white dress, standing in the middle of the petals. The sunshine poured on my face, making me even more beautiful.
Spring rain sister moisturized me, let me become more delicate. A gust of wind blew, I and the other lilies together to meet them, we straighten our backs, without showing weakness.
The hot sun in the sky, we put up a small umbrella, so that the ants play underneath, so that the butterflies are cool underneath. We silently watched over it all ...... "Hey, go away."
I came to my senses in a flash, so I was looking at the lilies! Summer is here, the lotus bloomed, I once again came to the upper mountain. The withered petals were all over the ground, leaving only pieces of bare flower branches.
Lilies with its beautiful and short-lived figure, silently waiting for this yellow land, left a deep impression on me.
7. Writing about liliesIn a remote and distant valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high.
I don't know when a tiny lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When the lily was first born, it looked exactly like a weed. However, it knew in its heart that it was not a weed. Deep in its heart, it had an intrinsically pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed. The only way to prove that I am a lily is to produce a beautiful flower." With this thought in mind, the lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, rooted y, and stood upright with its chest out. Finally one spring morning, the top of the lily produced its first bud.
Lily heart is very happy, but the nearby weeds are very disdainful, they are in private ridiculed the lily: "This guy is obviously a grass, but say they are a flower, but also really think they are a flower, I see that it is not the top of the knot buds, but the mind grows a tumor." In public, they then ridiculed the lily, "Don't you dream, even if you really will blossom, in this wilderness, aren't you still worth the same as us?" The lily said, "I want to blossom because I know I am a beautiful flower; I want to blossom in order to fulfill my solemn life as a flower; I want to blossom because I like to prove my existence with flowers. Whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I will bloom!" Under the contempt of the weeds, the wild lily worked hard to release its inner energy. One day, it finally bloomed. Its spiritual whiteness and showy poise became the most beautiful color on the broken cliff. At this time, the weeds no longer dare to mock it.
The lilies bloomed one by one, and there were crystal water droplets on the flowers every day. The weeds thought that it was last night's dew, but only the lilies themselves knew that it was the teardrops knotted by the very deep joy. Every spring, the wild lily endeavors to blossom and set seed. Its seeds fall with the wind in the valleys, grasslands and cliffs, and everywhere is full of white wild lilies.
Decades later, people from hundreds of miles away, from the cities, from the countryside, traveled thousands of miles to see the lilies bloom. Many children kneeled down to smell the fragrance of the lilies; many couples embraced each other and made the vow of "one hundred years of good luck"; and countless people were moved to tears at the sight of this never-before-seen beauty, touching the pure and tender corner of their hearts.
No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies of the mountain remember the teaching of the first lily: "We must blossom in silence with all our heart, and prove our existence by our flowers."
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8. Composition on lilies 600 wordsSee lilies again
Hou Yiwen, 24th class of Tongzhong Junior High School
They wear simple white long clothes, shuttle in the pungent air filled with the smell of Surail disinfectant water, their faces calm and cool, in this battlefield without smoke and SARS virus, like a steadfast lily resolutely open, they are white angels. They are the white-clothed angels, our lovely nurses.
In all the wards of the hospital, there is a pure lily, it will give all the patients a good mood, to the patients of the indispensable comfort of the soul, the nurses are the messenger of the lily, they have a lily as clear and bright heart, they will be their own every drop of heart and blood are unselfishly dedicated to the unfortunate patients, the lily is trying to open their own white, without a trace of impurity white.
Look at that lily bloomed so well, as if to see his smile, who is she She in order to rescue the patient, unprotected, rushed into the rescue room, and SARS patients zero distance contact ...... she rescued patients recovered from the hospital, but the demon of the disease mercilessly invaded her body. This lily is still blooming on the front line, she opened more and more gaunt, and finally finished the course of life, she is Ye Xin. Although, this lily has left us far away, but I remember, she once bloomed how beautiful.
Look at the bunch of lilies clustered around each other, like a group of dreams holding your heart ...... a hospital a group of young and lovely nurses wrote a letter requesting to go to the front line of the SARS, is that they are young and ignorant, do not know that this is how dangerous? No, they are nurses, with a wealth of knowledge on SARS is also a finger on the pulse, it is because they have a A professional heart, responsible, dedicated heart. Lily has a white and pure appearance, but their hearts are hot. They can warm up all the people who are suffering from diseases.
Lily swaying in the wind, the body of the elegant aroma to everyone, the aroma is like heavenly medicine, countless patients face bloomed a smile; black virus also look away, they hate white, and try to use their own darkness to block the color of light, and the white shook them can not open their eyes, stabbing the soul of the devil... ...the lilies bloomed large, large, and the world was clear and bright again.
Who is the most adorable people White angels are the most adorable people, they are a lily, not afraid of the lily in danger, their whiteness is a baptism of the soul again and again to purify. I like lilies the most, I remember when I was a child had been to a large flower farm, where the lilies opened a piece and a piece, I was y intoxicated by it, loved it, and cried when I left, and said I want to see such a beautiful lily again, year after year, the desire has never been realized, but now in my heart, full of lilies are quietly Nu put on, gently, slowly! ...... I did not expect to see the lilies again is such a scene.
Close your eyes, open your mind, whether you also see, a lily is opening ......
Lilies
9. Write the lily of the compositionI like lilies
My home balcony has a lot of flowers, the tightly clustered cluster of hydrangeas, the aroma of the lily, the prickly cactus, five lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies, the lilies. thorny cactus, colorful chrysanthemums, but my favorite is the lily.
Lilies are creamy white and very beautiful. The blossoming flowers are like a trumpet ticking; and like a little girl opening her hands to welcome the arrival of the spring sister. Its petals are soft and fluffy to the touch, and the aroma is overwhelming. The flowers that are not yet open are like a small umbrella that is not open, budding.
A piece of emerald green leaves, and like a flower guardian, protecting their "princess", but also their "princess" set off more beautiful. Accompanied by a ceramic flowerpot printed with blue flowers, the lily set off more charming.
Whenever I come to the balcony and see the lilies, all my worries disappear. It also makes our home fragrant everywhere, no wonder so many people like it!
This is my favorite lily, do you like it?