How to write an essay about a real flower and a fake flower

1. How to write an essay about a pot of real flowers and a pot of fake flowers

Real flowers are incredibly beautiful, brightly colored and fragrant. Fake flowers do not fade easily and are long-lasting and beautiful.

In the little master's

home, is the world of flowers.

Phalaenopsis orchids in the hall; fake orchids on the TV set; Fuguizhu on the kitchen refrigerator; home peonies in the bedroom; lilies in the guest room

; fake sunflowers on the balcony and so on. Go to any corner and you will see flowers.

Although they are all flowers, but they always count two words "real" and "fake". The real flowers always laugh at the fake ones,

The phalaenopsis said: 'Those ugly ones made of plastic are affecting our looks.' The lilies said: 'We'll never be able to see them again! ' The flowers discussed the matter in a chorus of voices.

The fake flowers were laughing like a big balloon at them, and were in a rage, but they didn't retort. The fake orchid just sighed

and said nothing.

Autumn passed and winter came. The real flowers were each left with a bare branch, and their beautiful petals had long since faded. They were also thrown in the garbage can by the little master. But the fake flowers are still there, the branches are not damaged,

Look beautiful.

The fake flowers finally spoke: "Friends (real flowers), in fact, everything has his advantages and disadvantages, to

is but with pride, that ''''' real flowers grabbed said: "I see, here is too bad, simply Not worthy of me, we are going to

high-grade place to live it! ' The fake orchids sighed again and said nothing.

In the end, the real flowers all became a mass of fee-mud, and never dared to be proud again!

2. real flowers often taunt fake flowers essay

Example

This is not called what it is a flower, certainly not a famous flower, but it is a real flower, the whole piece of the greenbelt on the South Road is fake flowers, once a period of time is very obsessed with doing it, the unit on the conference table to draw down the pattern imitation of doing the dainty real camellias thrown.

On Monday, my dad came back from work and bought me a small cactus.

The cactus is not high, by a dozen stems of different lengths, like fingers. At the top of each "finger", there is a small bright red flower, staggered, bright and colorful. I like those flowers very much, can't help but touch it, feel very hard, and a little bit of hand, not the kind of delicate texture of flowers? It seems to be fake.

Once, when watering the flowers, I found that those small flowers encountered water, rapid contraction, shrinking into a round, budding flower bones. After a while, by the sunlight, it began to peel like an onion again? Layer by layer, from the outermost layer to the inward slowly bloom. After a few days, I found that the cactus leaves around the flower had the same red color as the small flower, I thought to myself, could it be that the flower lost its color? I gently touched the flower with my finger, and my finger was actually colored red. I feel very strange, this flower in the end is true or false?

After a few days I found a new clue. Between the cactus and the small flower there is something as thin as a needle inserted into the cactus, I gently touched the flower to see if I could remove it, and the result was easily pulled it off. Connecting the cactus to the receptacle was a needle-shaped tube about 1 cm long. This made me wonder even more.

I called an uncle who specializes in flowers and asked him what it was all about, and he said it was a high-tech product, and that the flower absorbed nutrients and opened or closed through that little tube. So you can say the flower is real or you can say it's fake.

Oh, so it is!

3. do simulation flower process of composition

In the morning, as soon as I woke up, I saw in the bedside, there is a flower quietly lying there. I picked up the flower and turned it over and over and looked at it carefully. Yikes this is a fake flower, I finally woke up. The petals of this flower were not too open, it should be only just bloomed. The flower looks like a young girl, as if it is smiling at me!

That's when my mom came over to me and said, "Do you want to make this flower?"

"Yes, of course!" I replied without thinking.

And so, my mom started teaching me how to make paper flowers.

As she taught me, my mom said, "First, let's take some wire and bend it into a circle, making four large, four medium and two small circles, and leaving a pointy head on each circle. Then put a layer of *** cloth over these iron circles with *** and fasten them with nylon thread, so that the petals are ready. Fix the stamen to the wire first, then fix the small petals to the stamen left and right. Then fix the large petals in the opposite direction to the small petals, and finally, fix the medium-sized petals between the large petals and the small petals, and then turn the petals over and put on the false leaves, and the beautiful flower is finished."

So I followed the steps my mom taught me and started making flowers. At first, I was very excited, but then I lost interest in doing it because the flower I made looked ugly, either this way or that way.

Mom saw this and sat down with a smile on her face, patiently teaching me by hand and explaining to me carefully. I finally eliminated the distractions in my mind, quietly and seriously make up. After I don't know how many small flower production experience I finally mastered the essentials and skills to produce a decent flower.

Look at their own production of Juan flowers, I heart not to mention how happy, the heart also has a lot of feelings: do anything must have patience, as the saying goes: hasty eat hot tofu. Looking at the hands of the flowers, I seem to see thousands of flowers are smiling at me!

4. "Inside and outside the classroom" in the junior high school version of the essay on fake flowers

Fake flowers. Real Flowers

The girl has a beautiful name like a flower: Qin Mengyun, but the person is not as good as her name, excellent in study, but her face is an ugly duckling. Subconsciously, she doesn't "dare" to talk to people. So "dare not" go on, from childhood, she remembered the initiative to talk to the boys and girls with fingers to count over.

"How about going to the flower market? Go for a break." Mom suggested.

There was nothing much going on anyway, so the girl agreed, it would be nice to see the beautiful flowers and plants, to cultivate the mind and body, and maybe add a little luster to the small world.

When she arrived at the bustling flower market, her mom looked down and asked for her opinion: "Yun Yun, what kind of flowers do you want to buy, real ones or fake ones?"

What, does it matter if it's real or fake? The girl was puzzled.

Seeing this, the mom smiled and said, "Let's go and see."

Looking from stall to stall, the girl knew that her mom had asked the right question. Of course, real flowers and fake flowers are beautiful, weighing her nowhere, but the beauty looks different. Real flowers are shy, as if the ancient boudoir soft ancient women, but also seems to be a thin piece of paper, the wind will blow broken look, along with the wind, there is a light and elegant fragrance. Fake flowers are rich and enchanting, permanent presence, petals from afar is still very beautiful, and realistic water droplets, but touch there is always some feeling of being cheated, how beautiful, like real flowers, touch but so rough. And of course, that cozy scent was absent.

"Yun Yun, see? In fact, although real flowers are real, they don't last forever; fake flowers are fake, but they last forever. Why, which one do you want?" Mom looked at the girl and asked lovingly.

Really, which one to want? The girl felt that she could not choose, and did not have the ability to choose one of the two. In good conscience, she likes real flowers, like to lean against the window and sit, appreciate the flowers of that realm, but watching the colorful flowers wither is always very sad, and then again, fake flowers also save money it ......

"Otherwise, you buy that one." Mom's finger pointed to the green potted plant, green *** drops, watery, exceptionally lovely, but compared to the flowers can be ...... the girl's heart reluctantly don't face, close your eyes.

Mom saw her reluctance, moved over a pot of jasmine of the first small bloom, put under the girl's nose. "Yunyun, remember, what's really good is not the big, opulent flowers, but the ones that really have substance! Look at that bully flower, it's both pretty and big, but it stinks, what good is a flower like that? Can you say it is good?"

The girl's heart brightened, yes, appearance is not important, what matters is the inner beauty. So mom came to give her a lesson!

The girl hugged the jasmine, smelled its sweet aroma, and smiled happily.

5. How to write a flower essay

Go to Baidu to find will be able to find, such as: 1 The beauty of the cherry blossoms A sunny afternoon, Xin a person sitting alone in the school playground.

A gust of wind blew, the cherry blossom tree on the cherry blossom fall, Xin like to see the cherry blossom fall that kind of beauty. Xin seemed to revel in this beauty, she did not know that An had already walked to her side.

"You also like to see the cherry blossoms?" An said. Xin looked back at An with a kind of surprise.

"Yes, I like it. It is very beautiful.

You like it too?" "I like it, and I like girls who love to see cherry blossoms." Xin gave An a beautiful smile.

"I don't know you, you know me?" "It's okay, if you don't know you can know me, my name is An, senior, how about you?" "Me?" "Yes, you? I want to know you, or, we can still be friends." "Xin, senior year."

The two began to be silent, looking at the cherry blossoms together, feeling this beautiful sunshine. I don't know how long it took, but Xin spoke up.

"I'm going home. Bye."

And straddled the bike, went home. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on An's body, he looked at the figure of the faraway girl, and for no apparent reason, a trace of heartache flooded.

An saw her loneliness in Xin's eyes, and that's why his heart ached. His intuition told him that she is a good girl, but she, however, is more lonely than fireworks.

An always used to look out the window at the playground, searching for Xin's figure. If you see it, you will faintly smile; if you don't see it, you will have a trace of attachment.

An basketball player is very good, is a very popular girl boy. Many girls in the school pay attention to him, just Xin, she does not pay attention.

An, is a very clean boy, a meter eighty, always like to wear sportswear, give a person a kind of evil feeling. Xin, is not pretty, but looks comfortable.

No one would have thought that An would like Xin. Xin has always liked to be alone, looking at the cherry blossoms on the playground.

Cherry blossoms do not last long, just bloomed, and is close to wilting. This day, Xin is still sitting alone on the playground.

An walked over, "Why are you always alone?" "I'm used to being alone." "Let me accompany you, one person is better than two."

Xin did not answer, just silent. When she went home, she was walking with An.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on both of them, and their shadows were drawn long and long by the setting sun. They talked all the way home, and her cold heart melted a little.

She might be able to stop being lonely because she had him. They stayed together for the rest of the day.

The cherry blossoms on the playground have all withered, and they are not looking at the cherry blossoms anymore. He took her to the Bund, to the church in Xujiahui, to People's Square ...... busy senior year, he still often accompanied her, because he did not want her to be lonely.

Day by day, Ann successfully got into the desired university. An left the school and went to the campus of the university.

Xin is in her second year of high school. On weekends, An would always take Xin out to play, and the days passed by very uneventfully.

In Xin's third year of high school, her father sent her to England to study.

When I left, I gave a letter to Anne.

I am going to fly to England to study, it is my father's will, I can not do anything. I had only to obey, so I went.

I couldn't do it without leaving an ounce of regret, and I knew I couldn't forget you. You know what? You are so y present, present in my memory.

I'm sorry I left without saying a word. I just didn't want to see you sad.

Forget about me and pretend you never met me. I will wish you happiness on the other half of the earth.

Goodbye, I hope you are happy. Xin An held the last thing Xin left behind, he went alone to the cherry blossom tree, thinking back to the beginning.

I can't help but feel that my eyes are wet. The first time I saw this, it was a very beautiful day, but it was a very short one.

An and Xin's story is beautiful, but it can not last forever. 2 The beauty of the blossom Not long ago, a pot of blossoms that I took good care of died while I was on a business trip.

I went back to my room and caressed the withered leaves, and it really hurt. It was a very painful experience. The yellowed and shriveled leaves had no breath of life left in them.

Suddenly, as if it were alive, it caressed me back, and I was thrilled that it was still alive!

Suddenly, it seemed to come back to me as if it were alive, and I was thrilled that it was still alive, but then I didn't feel anything.

We have been together for several months, but it didn't even say goodbye to me, it quietly left, I was so heartbroken. I remember when I took him home.

It was a big, big, big flower market, and I was pacing around the greenhouse-type trellises that were packed with people. People who knew each other and did not know each other greeted each other with a look, perhaps taught by the beings of the other world, a piece of goodness and calm.

Dazzled by the colorful flowers, green leaves, and strong trunks, I was already a little distracted, and not sure what flower or plant I wanted to take home, but decided to just look. Blossoms! In an artificially created field, a patch of blossoms was growing in abundance, and a youthful greenness and vitality washed over me.

I stopped in my tracks, squatted down, and gently rubbed my hand over the drops of green.

Naturally, I took care of it, replacing the soil - blackened clay from a rice paddy not far away - with a porcelain pot much larger and prettier than the one I have now, carefully shaking off the original soil that was wrapped around the roots, and then re-planting it in the new pot. It started to grow in my home.

Looking at it after work and talking to it (I call caressing its leaves talking) became my daily routine, and I almost got into the habit of doing so, and if I was busy and left it out, I felt like I had done something wrong, and I felt uneasy, and I had to make up for it the next day. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.

One morning at 1:00 am, I was on the network idle, seemed to hear a very light very light sound, I looked sideways, I was stunned: my blossoms bloomed.

6. Topic Essay True and False

In my hazy dream, I saw a big garden. There was a hazy sea of flowers. Look, it's such a bright red flower, such an elegant red flower ah! However, have you ever thought that all of this is just a paper flower made after another small red flower that is a little lighter in color, a little smaller in petals, and a little shorter in size? Everything is just a paper flower with a fake mask and no life. The real flower, though not brightly colored, had life and natural beauty, but it grew alone in the corner at the other end of the garden. Even though it is so lonely, it remains carefree and dances the dance of life along with the vibrant spring breeze. (You may be creating an atmosphere, but it's still inevitably a bit tangential.) Things are always unpredictable, just as in the dream, when suddenly there was that terrible heavy rainstorm. "In the face of this catastrophe, what will be the outcome for the real flowers and the fake ones?" I pondered in the storm. Finally, the rain stopped and I slowly opened my eyes. Ah, in the distance, the reddish patch was gone. All I could see was a bit of red in the y sunken earth, a bit of red in the trees, and a bit of red in the grass. I knew that the false flower's true colors had been pierced by the real storm. However, looking back at the real flower, it was very different from the fake one. Ah, the real flower looked even more colorful after this storm, and it danced gracefully with the wind again! And I, gently holding the real flower and giving it a kiss, took a step out of this strange dream. (A very beautiful mood. I can see that you are celebrating the beauty of resilience.) I woke up, and in spite of my eyes being wide open, the dream, that hazy moment, was again present in my mind. I contemplated ...... Perhaps, those delicate paper flowers in the dream were from the hand of an artist. However, that artist has overlooked the fatal point: although he made the fake flowers so realistic, brightly colored, and even sprinkled with perfume, however, the paper flowers are only the incarnation of the fake even more elegant, it will never have the real flowers of that kind of pure natural beauty, that kind of tenacity, that kind of faint joy and anger and sadness! (The idea is very profound and really different from the general thinking of children of the same age.) I love real flowers, that little real flowers will always be better than the fake paper flowers! (The end is concise and the point is clear.)

7. Look at Fake Flowers Essay 300 Words

Look at Fake Flowers

In the corner stood a pot of fake flowers, and the dust embraced her y. How long has she been there? A year, maybe two. No, no ...... it was six months. Only six months? Then why is the dust so thick, I asked?

No one answered me, and no voice responded to me. In front of my eyes there was only the fake flower in the corner. She struggled, proudly holding her head up, chagrined! Her petals are so dirty, her stems and leaves are so hard to get down, and all she can rely on is the fragile vase underneath her, and a small piece of wall.

Poor! Poor! I sighed, saddened by what happened to this fake flower.

The afternoon sunlight spread loosely into the small room, but the corner of the fake flower is still dark. Will she grieve? Does she cry? Would she complain of injustice? Because right across from her, on the table in front of the mirror, there is a pot of fake flowers, blooming without a speck of dust, and the sunlight embraces her y.

I picked her up - the poor wallflower - and put her under water to rinse her over and over again, along with the dark red fragile vase. She shook off the water droplets as if she had been given a new lease on life. She is now y embraced by the sun.

8. Successful flower essay how to write

1 The beauty of the cherry blossom A sunny afternoon, Xin a person sitting alone on the school playground.

A gust of wind blew, the cherry blossoms on the cherry tree fell, Xin likes to see the cherry blossoms fall that kind of beauty. Xin seemed to revel in this beauty, she did not know that An had already walked to her side.