The wind can't help touching the lovely face, bees and butterflies often wander among the flowers, and the moon often comes out at night to see how charming those flowers are hiding behind the treetops.
Different flowers have different styles. Peony is noble, roses are affectionate, chrysanthemums are elegant and plum blossoms are proud. I like different beautiful women and have different postures. In different seasons, all kinds of flowers bloom in time and show their charm. Strong or light fragrance has attracted countless people invisibly. Parks often grasp the seasonal changes and flowering periods of various flowers, and then carry out activities such as cherry blossom festival and chrysanthemum exhibition, which always attract many visitors.
Maybe people are born to love beauty. For beautiful things, people are often not only satisfied with watching. Therefore, many people like to take their favorite flowers home. In this way, the home is also chic and fragrant. It's just that most flowers are delicate and pay attention to soil, climate, sunshine, moisture and other conditions. A little distraction, or improper care, flowers will inevitably die. Li Qingzhao once wrote: last night, the wind was sparse and the rain was sudden, so there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. One night's rain is enough to break begonia. If you want flowers to bloom at home and bloom well, you really need to learn more flower cultivation skills.
People who love flowers and want to be lazy buy fake flowers and put them in the living room and study. At first glance, it is really charming, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. But after a long time, I still feel that fake flowers are always less fragrant than real flowers.
So I finally understand that if you love flowers, you should let them live freely and bloom in the forest.
In the evening, I stopped to chat with my friends, and then turned back to the library. On the road leading to the library, there is a small artificial lake. After staying in this university for nearly two years, I haven't found anything attractive about this water-the lake is dirty and all kinds of garbage suddenly appear on the water all year round. When the weather is hot, it will even give off a burst of rancid smell. In the past, every time I passed by, I glanced at it unintentionally and then hurried by. But tonight, I stayed in front of the water for a moment because of a misty flower fragrance. ......
The evening breeze is slightly wet, which is the breath of early spring. The floral fragrance that comes slowly with the evening breeze is intermittent, teasing the sense of smell of pedestrians. I was attracted by the fragrance of flowers and looked up. A tree full of flowers jumped into my eyes. In the bright moonlight, a tree full of flowers stood quietly like a virgin. I am surprised that it is obviously not a day or two since this flowering tree came to the lake to stand by and watch, but why didn't I notice her before? I am also a person who likes flowers and trees very much. I know several short peonies in the unknown corner of the huge campus, and I often visit them with my camera. But I didn't find such a big tree until tonight. Fortunately, with this breeze, she is still waiting quietly, otherwise,
I walked gently to her side, white flowers crowded a tree, and milky moonlight sprinkled on the newly released stamens, which seemed to make her more demure and holy. Without the foil of green leaves, the play of bees and butterflies, the night is quiet and there are few pedestrians, so it is easy to be ignored that tree flower is integrated with moonlight and night. I stood quietly under the tree and looked at her. If it weren't for that faint fragrance, I don't believe there is a tree full of flowers. I suddenly thought of a beautiful poem by Xi Murong-
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
I don't know how long this flower has stood still in this corner. There should be many people coming and going around her every day. She identified every step of approaching her hopefully, and then looked at the back of leaving her with disappointment. No one will understand her trembling enthusiasm, because no one will stay for her for a minute, but she never gives up. She grows quietly, blooms quietly, and quietly exudes a unique fragrance. She knew there would always be.
Then, I came, late, but glad I didn't miss her bloom. Allow me to be narcissistic. I always believe that the flowers of this tree are in full bloom for me. If not, why did I meet her in such a moonlight? Why does she use a faint fragrance to arouse my confused steps to approach her? I wonder if she was a Buddhist woman in her last life. If so, then I have not failed her suffering. If not, then I am very grateful for her silence. Anyway, she and I finally formed a dusty love in this world, and we don't waste each other's time. ......
And I always want to leave, just as she always wants to wither, but this distant companionship is enough in an instant!
When I left, I looked back at the lake opposite her and suddenly found that the water surface seemed to be smart!
I think everyone should believe that he is a tree full of flowers. I believe that in this vast sea of people, there will always be people who are attracted by your fragrance, come to seek fragrance, admire you and bloom with you. Before that, you just need to grow up quietly, gracefully and confidently. ......
I would like to be a woman as faint as a wild chrysanthemum, quiet, elegant, silent, focused, happy and free. Be a flower that blooms in Ao Shuang and never fades. If there are flowers, they will bloom, and if there is fragrance, they will flow.
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I like chrysanthemums, which have always been favored by many literati. Chrysanthemum is regarded as the image spokesperson of Ao Shuang, lonely and bright, and is deeply loved by ancient literati. Chrysanthemum not only symbolizes the elegant and upright character of literati, but also is a healthy medicine in people's family life.
Chrysanthemum, flowers hide you. He is quiet and elegant, aloof and arrogant. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: "Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back in chrysanthemum time. " It describes the relationship between the poet and chrysanthemum, which is not so much chrysanthemum as the poet's favorite moral integrity and advocating seclusion.
Chrysanthemum has been highly praised by scholars and politicians of all ages.
Zhu De wrote in "Appreciating Chrysanthemum": "The exotic flowers stand on their own feet, and the ice muscles gather in jade bone. Listen to Taiping's words and wish to settle old grievances with chrysanthemum wine. " Chrysanthemum is a loyal and noble flower. She is not as noble as the queen of flowers, nor as beautiful and refined as the lotus. But it is full of frost, noble and unyielding, and full of fragrance, which touches the feelings of many literati and politicians, arouses their softest thoughts, and urges them to sincerely write a song expressing their feelings and aspirations with chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemums also have seasons. It can be divided into Xia Ju, Qiuju and Dongju. Just like a person's character, like the sunshine in summer; Quiet and detailed as autumn; Others are as aloof and indifferent as winter.
Chrysanthemum can also be used to extract chrysanthemum tea. At present, chrysanthemum tea is one of the top ten famous flowers in China. Variety, covering a wide range. Suzhou and Hangzhou are rich in chrysanthemum, which is the top grade of chrysanthemum tea. Chrysanthemum tea has a pleasant fragrance. When drinking chrysanthemum tea, there is another stress, that is, when choosing tea sets, it is best to use transparent glasses. Anyone who has studied tea knows that drinking tea, besides tea itself, making tea and choosing a good tea set are also very important, which can make tea taste sweet and delicious.
When drinking chrysanthemum tea, you can put a few crystal sugar in the cup properly, so it tastes sweeter. It is very hot in summer, so drinking a cup of cool chrysanthemum tea is a wonderful enjoyment. However, drinking chrysanthemum tea is still taboo, and it is best to drink less if the spleen and stomach are deficient and cold. And people with diabetes or hyperglycemia, it is best not to add sugar.
I like chrysanthemums, especially wild chrysanthemums. Wild chrysanthemum tastes bitter, pungent and slightly cold. It belongs to lung and liver meridians, and can clear away heat and toxic materials, reduce swelling, clear liver and improve eyesight. It can inhibit staphylococcus aureus, diphtheria, streptococcus, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, bacillary dysentery and influenza virus.
I love wild chrysanthemum, just like its flower language: silent and single-minded love. Every woman wants to have a pure and sincere love. It doesn't need to be vigorous, but it needs to be quiet and far away. Wild chrysanthemum is a symbol of quietness, detachment and elegance, representing a person's loyalty and purity.
To be a woman like a wild chrysanthemum, you must first have temperament.
People's temperament is not deliberately faked, but bred by heart and self-cultivation. Temperament is a person's demeanor and quality, which is composed of family environment, education, friends, cultural influence and other factors. The cultivation of temperament lies in a person's cultural upbringing and mentality. Good cultural education will make people feel that you are elegant and tolerant; Only with a good attitude can we be fearless and calm in times of crisis. Temperament needs certain life experience and cultural precipitation.
The wild chrysanthemum in memory, a woman like wild chrysanthemum, should have a pair of very pure eyes, long eyelashes flashing smart and lovely light, her face will be slightly pale, with long flowing hair, and her dress should be simple and light, and she likes broken flowers. She is a' woman' with cold hands, weak temper, understanding and slow heat.
Women like wild chrysanthemum are aloof, upright, kind and often sentimental. Her personality is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and she looks very weak and calm. In fact, she is very strong inside, very persistent, often willful and impulsive.
She is stubborn and persistent, whether for things or people, for example, in love, she is silent and single-minded, and it is not easy to choose a boy she likes, let alone change her mind.
A woman like wild chrysanthemum has a thin relationship with spring, so she is also very sad when she is happy; There are hidden worries when you laugh. She is a person with a story, a beautiful person. In life, she lives beautifully, and her beauty is not only the beauty of appearance; And inner beauty.
She is an arrogant person, so she doesn't need to care too much about other people's opinions and doesn't want to live in other people's eyes. She lives a beautiful life, living for herself. She is very strong, even if she needs to rely on boys to protect her sometimes, she still knows how to protect herself.
Be a wild chrysanthemum girl, proudly independent, kind and strong, elegant and indifferent, calm and sophisticated, as brave and strong as Cai Wenji; Also like Ban Jieyu, conniving and witty. ...
Lyric Prose of Flowers 4 Flowers bloom and fall, which is a lifetime. Life is neither long nor short.
Germinate, blossom and wither.
Even so, you have to go through life and death. However, different varieties have different endings. Different flowers have different seasons, different colors and different personalities. The world of flowers is varied.
The seasons are different. When plum blossoms bloom, they greet winter alone. From spring to the sea, flowers bloom endlessly. The most beautiful things are brilliant in summer, but when autumn frost beats chrysanthemums? It is precisely because of the different seasons of these peanuts that people give them different personalities. Yes, people have been chanting, praising, cherishing and sighing flowers since ancient times. No matter what era, people will have a special feeling for flowers. One of the reasons is that they choose different birth times.
I appreciate plum blossom because it is as noble as snow. The flowers are small, but they are clean and spotless. This kind of beauty is awesome. As long as you can look at it from a distance, people feel satisfied and unworthy. With its unique pride, not afraid of the cold, I love it to bloom in winter and remain crystal clear in the wind. No matter how cold the weather is, when winter comes, it will give off a fragrance in the snow, which is memorable. It is for these reasons that some people would rather "marry it". May, so many people admire and so many people like it. After thousands of years, its position in people's minds has never changed, but it has become more and more popular.
It is precisely because of the uniqueness of plum blossom that its position is remarkable. It chose the right season. Without competing with other flowers, it is very popular, no doubt. Although he suffered a lot, he gained an immortal reputation. Who says it's not worth it? Of course, there are a few people who can bear hardships, very few. Most of them choose to open in warm spring, so that they don't have to endure the cold in winter. So they are all very excited, they are all striving to compete and come up with all kinds of ingenious ways to win people's recognition.
Different colors. The universe gives color to the world and all living things. In these lives, flowers show their best. How many literati like to use flowers to praise women, not because of their integrity, not because of their character, nor because of their fate. They like to compare women to flowers, because flowers have various colors. Women are like flowers, and flowers are like dreams. Flowers are beautiful because they are not single and gorgeous. We are passionate about red roses, cool and beautiful love white roses, and Haitian love blue roses.
Flowers, whose colors are different, belong to the same species, but they are treated differently in the end.
Different personalities. Flowers can have no suitable season or gorgeous colors, but as long as they have their own personality, they can be favored by the world. Rose, an elegant and popular reward, can adapt to all kinds of soil and grow everywhere. The image of peony born with wealth makes people feel noble at first sight. Lotus, she chose to be born in the water, out of the mud but not stained, fresh and refined. No matter where you come from, as long as you have your own personality and be yourself, there will always be people watching you. Even if the dog's tail is grass, she will insist on being herself and have some merits.
Personality determines life, and so do flowers. They have their own personality from birth and go their own way.
The human world is like a world of flowers. No matter which point you choose, as long as you keep going and be yourself, you will definitely make a difference. Don't go with the flow, don't learn from others, don't learn to walk. Set a path for yourself, choose an opportunity, stick to it, and you will have no regrets. We don't have to learn violets, lilacs and chrysanthemums. We just need to be ourselves, even if it is a nameless bone on the roadside, we should be modest, self-reliant and confident, and strive to add a touch of color to the road.
Hua's lyric prose 5 "Reed flowers are white and beautiful, and tidbits are flying all over the sky, which means endless." Clouds chase the road, mountains chase the water, and flowers fly for whom ... ". Jia Lei, a young singer, won the gold medal in the professional group of the National Singing Contest held by CCTV in 20xx with this touching Lu Hua. Every time I hear this song, the emotional lake ripples, and I can't help but think of the reed flowers in my hometown.
There is a big pond with dense reeds behind the old house. They are crowded, shoulder to shoulder, hugging each other and intertwined. In spring and summer, reeds grow wildly and start heading and flowering. Pieces of green reeds are like windbreaks erected in the fields. Whenever a gust of wind passes, they hold on tight, shake and pull together and make a sound. In the crisp autumn, the tall reed leaves and ears began to whiten and dry up, and large tracts of white reed flowers danced in the autumn wind, interwoven into dense layers, like tidbits, like flying snow, from a distance, like snowflakes in the middle of winter, falling on fields and houses. The scene is beautiful. I like to watch reed flowers flying in the air in autumn, floating, flying and free; Tired, tired, stayed, silent. Late autumn is the season of reed harvest. My parents will take a wooden knife and cut the reed into pieces to make pots, fence or build huts. Sometimes you will meet buyers who come to buy, negotiate the price and let them harvest it themselves, tie it up and transport it away by car.
Reed is a perennial herb, and most of them live by the water. Reed stalks can be woven into mats and used as raw materials for papermaking and rayon, and underground stems can be used as medicine. The inflorescences on reeds can be used as brooms, and tidbits can be used as pillows. In the past, poor people used reed flowers instead of floc to make winter clothes, which were called reed clothes. There is a story in "Magnolia in Peace" and "Biography of the Filial Son": "When Zi Qian was young, he suffered from his stepmother and put on a reed coat in winter. When his father found out, he wanted to be a stepmother. Zi Qian knelt down and said,' Mother is in the first child, and mother is cold in the third child'. Father stopped. " Because of such a story, people used to regard "Lu Yi" as a symbol of filial piety. Lu Hua was also the object of ancient poets' singing. Qian Qi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "The evening breeze is bleak and the reeds are bald. I came to Hongye Temple and remembered Yujingqiu. " Li Bai's "Looking at Bailuzhou in the west, reeds are like morning dew" is all about the dancing of reeds.
I have deep feelings and deep memories for the reed flowers in my hometown, and it is also because of my big brother. I remember more than 20 years ago, my eldest brother got some young reeds from somewhere and planted them by the pond. I didn't expect them to have great vitality. In a few years, they have spread over most ponds, some of which are as high as ten meters. Flocks of ducks went in and suddenly disappeared, so they had to wait for them to come out by themselves. One year, when reeds were flying and falling in the autumn wind, unfortunately, they came to my house. My eldest brother in his early thirties also quietly left us like a snow reed and was buried in a hill with lush trees.
"Love is like love, flowers are the medium, and dreams go with Wan Li for thousands of miles ..." Whenever I hum this song "Lu Hua" in a low voice, I will think of Lu Hua in my hometown and my long-lost brother.
Some people say that the world is beautiful because of flowers. I dare say that only flowers in this world can arouse people's true feelings about beautiful things.
Now is the season when flowers are in full bloom, and people are coming out of their busyness. Take advantage of the holiday, give it a try and give yourself a chance to stretch.
There are two ways for people to eat flowers: one is to put many flowers in front of their eyes and smell them, so as to "eat" the fragrance; The second is to dry the flowers, or boil or soak them, so as to realize the true meaning of eating flowers.
There are two ways to smell a woman's body fragrance: one is to wear perfume before leaving every day, and the clothes and skin also carry fragrance; Second, long-term incense, smooth blood, faint natural body fragrance.
By the way, lower your head and smell yourself, or find a hidden place to ask your beloved, what is your body fragrance?
Eat flowers with your nose.
It is recorded in the lyric prose of the Eight-style Flowers of the Ming Dynasty: "When muxi (commonly known as Osmanthus fragrans, the flowers are small and white) is in full bloom, it is beaten with a stick in the morning, packed in a cloth bag, filtered and put into a new basin, mashed and drained, and put away. Add one or two liquorices per catty, a little dried salted plums and seal them into cakes. It is often served with boiling soup, and it is fragrant. " Of course, taking osmanthus pulp regularly should have the same effect.
jasmine
Hua's lyric prose 8 can improve eyesight and relieve depression, which is most suitable for people with indigestion.
Ok, the "eating" of flowers is over. Women's love of beauty is sometimes whimsical, but morality still needs to be talked about. Never pick flowers in public places where flowers are in full bloom, which is a truth that even 4-year-olds understand. The world is beautiful because of these flowers. Try to grow some flowers yourself. Only the beauty of mind and appearance is the most beautiful.
Hua's lyric prose. Walking in front of the hall, I have never really seen withered flowers, but now I look at their yellow petals and suddenly feel a little sad despair from my heart. However, who can stop all this? Flowers bloom for one season, and flowers fall for another. We can only let it quietly, let it wither, let it wither, let it scatter in every corner of the world, but we are sad after these indulgences.
Life or death, flowering or death, has never been dominated by people. Watching them fall from the branches and then be carried away by the wind, I think their death is somewhat charming and sad, unlike the earth-shattering of people and the tragic of all other creatures. Just quietly leave from the receptacle, or scatter into the air with the wind, or fall into the soil, never sigh or moan. I suddenly realized that death can be so peaceful.
Perhaps it is irresponsible to regard petal withering as the death of flowers. Flowers can germinate, bloom and wither again and again. Is it just the falling flower of this season, or the splendor of next season?
Pick a petal and watch its withered body lie quietly in my palm. Beauty, thrilling beauty, sometimes regret is more shocking than perfection, and people are at a loss. The yellow vein echoes the texture in the palm of your hand, just like Oracle Bone Inscriptions in ancient times, representing the joys and sorrows of life.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a petal in front of the church. From blooming to withering, from my most beautiful moment to no longer perfect, even if I wither, I am "clean" without a trace of red dust. Even if I fall into the soil, I will turn into spring mud to nourish the prosperity of the next season.
Who are the flowers dancing for? The flowers are drunk.
Flowers bloom and cry, flowers bloom and fall and return to dust.
Hua 10' s lyric prose walked through the tree-lined path, and a fallen flower on the ground touched my thoughts, so I wrote an essay.
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Yes, I didn't think of that myself. I thought I would have a splendid spring, and then, with admiring eyes and warm disappointment, I gently bid farewell to this world.
Unexpectedly, a gust of wind and rain fell apart prematurely when I was just blooming.
First of all, the wind, with a little cold in winter, blows me hard.
"Cold and painful", but I silently endured and persisted.
I heard Ye's ridicule: "So delicate, why bother to open early?"
I am speechless. I bloom earlier than others, but I'm not trying to be brave. Perhaps I love spring too much and am too sensitive, so I can't wait when the footsteps of spring ring in the distance. And my body really supported my desire, so I opened it early, when similar flowers were still confused.
"I have never shot a bird, and I don't know current events at all." The leaves continued to attack and laugh at me, and some even gave a rustling laugh on purpose.
I was silent, and I remembered a sentence: "if you know me, you don't need to explain;" If you don't understand me, no amount of explanation is in vain. "
I finally couldn't stand the wind and lost a petal.
Then, the rain came, and the weight of the rain, driven by the wind, quickly hit me again. I dropped another piece or two. ...
I became a broken flower. No one passing by will look at me again. I don't ask for anything. I just insist and try to make a living.
I just want to take a quick look at the world I have been to; I just want to tell Spring with my remaining flowers: I'm early because I love you.
You have no regrets when you have been here, and you should be satisfied when you have loved. Some accidents are accidents, and some experiences may be fate.
Shortcomings are sometimes another interpretation of beauty. I believe: Spring has understood my enthusiasm and felt my strength and persistence.
I am very satisfied!
The wind, though you blow; Rain, you can beat it. Since meeting is doomed, I thank you: let me show my stubbornness!
Leaf, thank you for your foil. No matter what you think of me, the world is hard to find. I cherish our short fate.
Goodbye! My last bit of fortitude will eventually dissipate, and I will float to the hard concrete floor. My life will also end in the cold.
The faint fragrance in the wind is my last words, full of love, no regrets, full of indifference. ...