On the branches of a large clump of wild chrysanthemums, you can often see a few bees or butterflies hovering and fluttering above, which are collecting pollen from the wild chrysanthemums. There is a breeze over, the flowers in the wind blowing with the butterflies performed a beautiful duo dance, I can not help but intoxicated by it ......
Look! That a pink chrysanthemum head high, bean sprouts like petals tightly clustered together, from a distance, both like a small pom-pom, but also like a large family sitting together to discuss something. Then look there, a cluster of chrysanthemums piled together, listening to the autumn wind teacher for them to tell a story!
Essay on Chrysanthemums
Chrysanthemums
I love flowers, especially chrysanthemums.
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Sister Summer left quietly with light steps, and Miss Autumn came to us, with a beautiful brush, she colored the maple trees red, and the grass yellow; and she cast her magical magic power to make the chrysanthemums blossom with beautiful smiles in the autumn wind.
Plain Park will hold a chrysanthemum exhibition in the fall every year, and during the exhibition, it is just like a sea of flowers.
Look! The pink chrysanthemums stand tall, bean sprouts like petals tightly clustered together, from a distance, both like a small pom-pom, but also like a large family sitting together to discuss something. Then look there, a cluster of chrysanthemums piled together, listening to the autumn wind teacher to tell them a story! Look at their heads, chest, sitting upright, probably want to be praised by the teacher of the autumn wind! The beautiful chrysanthemums emit a tempting fragrance, and everyone here has to bend down to smell them, as if they have inhaled enough oxygen, and when they stand up, they feel refreshed and relaxed, and look so energetic when they walk.
Climbed Zhongzishan, stood at a high place to look down, only to see the garden full of chrysanthemums, red like fire, yellow like gold, white like snow, pink like the Xia ...... in the green leaves of the backdrop, look more delicate. The whole seems like a carpet of flowers.
I not only like the beauty of the chrysanthemum, but also like it proud of the spirit of frost. In the fall, all other flowers wither away, but only the chrysanthemum blooms vigorously, in the cold and harsh autumn wind, head held high to challenge the autumn wind. Grandpa Chen Yi once wrote this poem to praise the chrysanthemum:
The chrysanthemum can stand up to the frost,
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The winds and frosts are heavy and vicious.
It is hardy,
what can the wind and frost do?
Really, although the chrysanthemum is not as elegant as the peony, not as charming as the moonflower, and not as graceful as the lily, her spirit of frost resistance is indeed a favorite. We should be like the chrysanthemum, not afraid of difficulties, know the difficulties and advance.
Wild Chrysanthemum
There are many beautiful flowers and plants in the natural world, but my favorite is still the ordinary wild chrysanthemum.
There is a dreary feeling when you have been in the county for a long time. On a crisp autumn day, I went to the nearby countryside with my mother to take a whiff of the fall countryside.
The scenery on the road is beautiful, the vast boundless Jinsha River reservoir in the sunshine refractory, exudes a charming luster; near the hill is full of yellow wild chrysanthemums, the field is full of green vegetables, from time to time there is a busy figure interspersed with the period; the mountains in the distance is greenish-brown, hidden, hazy; farmhouse house in front of the back of the bamboo forests from time to time came the cawing of the birds! Birds chirping in the bamboo forest in front of the farmhouse and behind the house from time to time, the cries of the birds, graceful and elegant. Everywhere full of birds and flowers, vitality, a breeze blowing
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over, gently kissed my cheeks, comfortable. Sometimes there is a burst of refreshing fragrance of the flowers came to my face, ah! Isn't this the scent of wild chrysanthemums that I have been thinking about day and night?
To the old river countryside, where the wild chrysanthemums are all over the place, a clump, a music, some long in the farmhouse, some long in the field stalks, more long in the mountains of the road, I can not help but think of the Tao Yuanming that the popular sentence of the ancient famous line: "picking chrysanthemums picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely see the south mountain." The air is filled with the rich fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, which can be described as "ten miles of fragrance". We approached the wild chrysanthemum, squatted down in front of it, and it looked at each other, some wild chrysanthemums see us, up the yellow face Daner swaying, as if in the welcome to our arrival; some lowered their heads, like a shy little girl afraid to see the stranger like. On one wild daisy I saw a branch with four flowers, only one of which was in bloom, and two buds growing behind the open flower, while