Heart flower, forever treasured
When the broken dream breaks the consummation, the withered flower sends away the sadness, with the last flower to retain the memory.
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Memory, there is a sky blue paper, which is entrusted with your blessing, that is the witness of our mutual friendship, that represents a kind of innocence, a kind of joy, we from sunrise to sunset, flowers bloomed to flowers, together to look for the unique season of silence, together to look for the flowers in the cluster of aroma, together to look for rolling waves, together to look for the flowers, together to look for the flowers, together to look for the flowers, together to look for the flowers. We are looking for the silence of the unique seasons, the fragrance of the flowers, and the surge of the rolling waves. That friendship has never stopped, even if mixed with sadness, each other is not alone, because the flower of friendship always blossomed. The first thing you need to know is that you have to be able to see your own face, and you have to be able to see the face of the world!
However, when I found happiness, no longer alone at that moment, but far away, that star no longer flashing, that ray of sunshine is no longer dazzling, everything has become cold, become deep, at that moment, the tears of parting flowed non-stop, silently hiding in the corner to cry, looking at the far away happiness, I began to slowly recall once:
Looking back at the spring The melody of spring, we feel the gentle singing of the wind, a piece of intoxicating fragrance of flowers; looking back to the summer rhythm, we feel the sky together with a round of hot sun to steam, but the air is full of sound intoxication; looking back to the fairy tale of autumn, we will be the golden yellow forever engraved in the bottom of the heart; looking back to the winter of the crystal clear, together with gently patting the snow-white windowpaper, as if in the rhythmic song; looking back to the ......
There are too many indelible memories that will always be treasured in the bottom of the heart, and I will always remember the innocent happiness that was once there.
We have grieved for each other for the separation, even if that flower is thankful, will not open again next year, I just want to use the last flower, the memory of that year to retain. I just want to go and silently bless you: "May you be stronger, may you be more confident!"
That separation breaks the dream that is about to be complete, the flowers thankfully took away all the sorrow, leaving only a heart flower growing and blossoming, I want to permanently save the past years before the existence of this flower, may the tree of friendship evergreen, may that heart flower full of blessings you can receive! That heart flower blossomed until forever ......
essay, titled "the fragrance of mother's love flowers", six hundred words.First, I'll give you some quotes: Mother! You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, the rain in my heart comes, who is my green shade under the unobstructed sky except you? ---- Bing Xin The only love in the world that is not polluted - that is mother's love There is a most beautiful sound in the world, that is the call of the mother (Dante) Aphorisms describing mother's love 1 Gonchar's famous quote: a mother's love is never exhausted.
This shows that mother's love is very great and is always with us.
2 Lao She said: the loss of a loving mother is like a flower stuck in a bottle, although there is still color and fragrance, but lost the root.
I think this quote shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like the root is as important as the flower.
3 All the glory and pride in the world comes from mothers.
(Gorky) 4 Mother's love is a great flame.
(Romain Rolland) 5 The most beautiful sound in the world is the call of a mother.
(Dante) 6 The arms of a loving mother are made of love, how can a child not sleep sweetly in them? (Hugo) 7 The sweetest word that the lips of man can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "Mama".
(Kahlil Gibran) 8 Mother's love is the greatest power in the world.
(Mill) 9 When you are successful, everyone is a friend.
But only a mother - she is a companion in times of failure.
(Zheng Zhenduo) 10 What a strong, selfish, fanatical feeling mother love is that occupies our whole heart.
(Duncan) 11 How alike are mothers all over the world! Their hearts are always the same.
Every mother has a heart of great innocence.
(Whitman) 12 All the glory and pride of the world comes from mothers.
(Gorky) 13 One of the most beautiful things in life is a mother's love, an unselfish love, which is dwarfed by morality.
(Japan) 14 Wherever you are, mom, is the happiest place (UK) 15 Mother's love is the greatest power in the world (Mir) 16 Everything else in the world is false and empty, but only the mother is real, eternal, and indestructible.
(India) 17 O mother of memory! O most beloved lover, you are all my joy, all my affection.
(France) 18 How strong, selfish, and fanatical is the affection of a mother's love that occupies our whole heart (Duncan) 19 On the lips and in the heart of a child, the mother is God.
(UK) 20 Mother's love is the most beautiful of all human emotions, because it is unadulterated by profit (France) 21 Women are weak, but mothers are strong (France) 22 The child's mind would be a desert without the help of unselfish, self-sacrificing mother's love.
(UK) Mother's love is an unchanging theme for mankind.
We have given it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no historical epic, there is no wind and sea waves reversal, mother's love is like a spring rain, a song, silent, long and distant.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point for all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ...... and their end point is aging ...... the old man in his twilight years shouting mother can not let people moved, a shout said all the return also said all the drift".
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the canoe, and the canoe is in the moonlit sea.
"There is a harshness that permeates the light, and this is the love that my mother has given me.
Confused eyes innocent when the mother's care is the most memories.
The burden of knowledge is so heavy, and in the late night, picking the lamp is the shadow of my mother accompanied me to study.
Mother's love is crimson, a crimson sea.
Though incidentally surging, it is a love too deep.
When it is calm, it is always gentle, and when you touch the sea, you feel a deep surge of hot syrup that is warm all the time.
With mother's love, human beings from the flood of bleak to civilization and prosperity; with mother's love, society from the cold and grim to peaceful and well-being; with mother's love, we are from the sadness to the high song, from the stubborn and stupid to the wise; with mother's love, and there is also the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of rationality, and the return of human nature.
"With the wind into the night, moist and silent.
"Trickling mother's love like leaching rain moisturizes our whole life, when we walk into the schoolhouse, pick up the pen and write down the notes of love, mother's love is the most sincere love.
Mother's love is the ultimate destination of the end of the world, is to moisturize the children's hearts of a spring, which accompanies the children's drink a sip, silk, wisps, endless, so, in the children's laughter and tears will be integrated into the mother's love of the lingering.
Mother's love is like an idyllic poem, far away and pure, and elegant and light; mother's love is a landscape painting, washed away the lead carving, leaving a fresh and natural; mother's love is like a song of deep love, melodious and gentle singing; mother's love is a warm wind, blowing away the snow, bring the unlimited spring light.
Mother's love is a lifelong companion of laughter, mother's love is drifting to the ends of the earth, mother's love is a child's deathbed before the concern of anxiety, mother's love is a child's growth of earnest expectations.
Thinking of the mother, the ambition of the depressed will be transformed into the spirit; thinking of the mother, the wasted years will be transformed into a magnificent; thinking of the mother, the traveler wandering will be sprouting up the wish to go home; thinking of the mother, the wandering soul has found a home.
Time is like water, the years are easy to pass, like water years fade away how many memories we have, but never change our mother of sheep thoughts.
The mother of all the children is a woman who has been in the world for a long time, and she is a woman who has been in the world for a long time, and she is a woman who has been in the world for a long time.
The children are growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day.
When the children see their white-haired mothers in the high hall, they will throw themselves into their mothers' arms and burst into tears! Mother's love is also an eternal theme in literature and music.
Literati to mother's love as the theme, written articles will be moist and rich; musicians to mother's love as the theme, playing the tune will be soft and beautiful, lingering rhyme.
The mother's hand, the wandering son on the clothes.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child.
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is a reward for three springs of sunshine?
Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, had a hard time and was poor, but his mother's smile always haunted his dreams.
When he learned of his mother's future, he could not hide the smile on his face, could not restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the frost on his crown, brushed off the dust that had accumulated in his heart, and brought his wife and his children to meet his mother outside Liyang City.
The grass is lush, the flowers are fragrant, the white clouds are rolling, the blue field is clear, everywhere overflowing with the son's endless thoughts.
Mother and child rely on each other, tears, holding the mother's warm hands, looking at the mother's aging face, can not help but pathos sobbing, a thousand feelings, put pen to paper, ...
First-year essay "Fu Lehua Xiang" more than 600 words
The past does not mean to forget, just forever become memories, with the whirlpool of time, precipitated at the bottom of the lake.
To be someone to gently touch, it will return to the lake with the whirlpool, after the baptism of the lake, become more crystalline and beautiful.
I know her, in a season filled with osmanthus, we met under the osmanthus tree, and thus bonded.
She is two grades higher than me, obviously bigger than me, but not as high as me, slender waist a push.
Black hair scattered on both shoulders, bulky bangs from time to time playfully cover her eyes, through the gap can see that the eyes flashing if not water light.
All along, she has been like a big sister to take care of me, she taught me to ride a bike, she taught me to wash dishes, she taught me to read some articles I could not understand, but also taught me to smell the flowers under the laurel tree.
Even though she was not a good student, she still racked her brain to explain difficult problems to me.
And so we went on, day after day.
Until one day, as usual, we write homework together, she suddenly asked me: I looked at her mischievous smile: she did not say anything, continue to bury their heads to write homework, as if there is some kind of treasure in the homework.
A few days later, a morning, Grandma handed me a conch, said: "Your friend came this morning, she said she was going to go to Shenzhen to study over there, and may not come back later, let me give you this.
"I froze, mechanically took the conch, I suddenly remembered the question she asked me before "eh, if one day I go, what will you do?" "If you go ah, I'll forget about you.
"I desperately rushed up to my room and wiped off the two 'forever's' we had written together on the wall as hard as I could until everything was blurred beyond recognition and I stopped my hands.
I put the conch to my ear and listened to the murmur of the sea, and it was as if I could smell the bitter scent of the sea breeze, mixed with the scent of cinnamon.
Then those days, those months, those years, I went to school, came home, ate, read, did my homework, and went to bed as usual.
Only occasionally when I passed by the osmanthus tree on the street and smelled the fragrance of osmanthus, I still thought of her.
All the past that I thought I had forgotten, turned into an east stream, straight to the bottom of the eye, leaving a path on the face, rolling.
The wind remembers the fragrance of the flowers essay 600 words How to write
Expand The wind remembers the fragrance of the flowers Roadside, unknown wildflowers emit a faint fragrance, dense in the air.
A trace of wind passed by, and then remembered the refreshing fragrance of the flowers.
Just downstairs at home, there lived an old grandfather, and my father's relationship is very good, so I know him very well.
He was kind and gentle, happy all day, but is not convenient legs, walking is hobbling.
I remembered that he sent vegetables to our house every now and then, saying that they were brought from his hometown and were fresher than those in the market.
And every time he went up the stairs, it must have been tough, because every time he opened the door, he was always red in the face, plus those "horizontal grooves", like a steamed shrimp, and he would gasp a few breaths, it seems quite tired.
But he is still happy, that tends to carbon black cheeks really do not look good.
Flowers have no name, go no sound, the wind swept gently, the flowers gently diffuse up to the sky, but the unique fragrance is remembered by the wind, with the wind, spread to the distant fields ...... What I remember so well is that summer.
I inadvertently told him that it was a little dark in the morning when I went to school, and it was quite scary to walk in the alley, and it would have been nice if there had been a light.
But he seemed to remember it.
A few days later, he moved a ladder from somewhere, and carried it to the wall at the entrance of the alley, sweating profusely, with white lips, hobbling step by step.
I advised him to forget about it, but he said cheerfully, "It's okay, this pain is nothing!"
He carefully climbed the stairs, and I was at the bottom of the support, he seemed to be more hard, bean beads of sweat slipped through the cheeks.
He was holding a small lamp and working on something like a wire along the wall.
I don't know how long it lasted, he slowed down, his face seemed pale, his breath seemed uneasy, his legs seemed stiff, and he said cheerfully that he was not tired, but it was clear that it was not! When I walked under the lamp again, there have been a few years, the lamp is still for the darkness to light up the light, and he, I heard a few years ago to move back to the old home, and then also seems to have passed away.
It dawned on me that perhaps he was gone, set in the night sky, next to the white moon, with the stars, in any case, he has been written in the memoirs of my life.
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The wind remembers the fragrance of the flowers essay 600 wordsIt's the season of osmanthus blooming again.
Every year at this time, the faint fragrance of osmanthus always floats in our neighborhood.
Osmanthus, which is a small flower, hides many small yellow flowers in a tree with green leaves.
They are every four petals for a small flower, like a cute little doll.
They set off their beautiful appearance by this green oily leaves, making people feel how lovely and beautiful the yellow dots in the middle of the leaves are.
There are forty or fifty such osmanthus trees in our neighborhood, which have a light flavor, and when the wind blows, the scent comes out, making people smell and feel very comfortable with their bodies.
In front of our unit, there are three osmanthus trees, I often pinch my hand, pick a small flower down, and smell with my nose, the happy feeling of a seizure.
This osmanthus scent does not say ten miles, as long as it is like osmanthus scent, there is no one is not intoxicated in the fragrance of the flowers.
At night, it is already dark, from the small square to walk back, see the trees in front of the house, there are many yellow glowing dots in the middle, what is this? That's right, it is osmanthus, these small yellow dots at night caused endless attention, because osmanthus in the night, I think it is too beautiful.
Every time I return to my doorstep at night, I slowly stop my steps and watch the little yellow dots.
They turned into a big yellow dot in my eyes, the evening wind gently, these yellow dots shook in my eyes, as if saying to me, "Children, go back, I will be more beautiful in the morning Oh!" Cinnamon also has a lot of functions, cinnamon can be used to decoct soup, tea, but also can be soaked in wine to take internally, which allows people to dissolve phlegm and dissipate blood stasis, and even more to cure headaches and fever it! It also works on food.
Cinnamon and sugar can be made into cinnamon sugar, in the fried rice cake into the cinnamon sugar can be made into cinnamon cake.
In addition, cinnamon can be made into cinnamon cake, which is refreshing and nourishing to eat.
Although, there are many flowers I like to go to see, see, but osmanthus, is my favorite flower.
Although osmanthus is so small, but in my heart it is the most beautiful!
You have your own fragrance essay 600 words
When the wind whisked across the river, it blew green water grass; when the breeze swept through the flower garden, it blew the red flowers; when the breeze whisked across my cheeks, it penetrated into my heart, and it became a wisp of fragrance Opened the dusty window for a long time, and the breeze of significance surged into the heart.
In the past, I always felt that reading was a tedious thing.
It's a waste of time and not easy to remember.
If you are not careful, a layer of haze will cover your eyes.
In the heart, there is no trace of the fragrance of books.
Look at the sky clouds rolled cloud Shu, look at the court in front of the flowers blossom and fall, with the growth of age, I gradually feel the charm of literature.
Television, the literary scholar gushing Er very charismatic speech let me admire; language class, the teacher is very literary color portrayal, let me envy; chat, friends of the eloquent talk, let me ashamed.
Literary garden, grass everywhere, heart, full of books, flowers, flowers, to budding.
I went into the mosquitoes full of ink, fine wisps of fragrance.
Lamenting Li Bai "long wind and waves will sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds and sails to help the sea" of the bold; praise Du Fu "will be when the top, a glimpse of the mountains" of the magnificent; lamenting Li Qingzhao "I fear that the small boat boat, can not be loaded! repair more sadness" of the sadness.
Fragrant overflow, heard the Paul in the face of difficulties undaunted song, read the Lin Mei bleak funeral of the sadness of the flowers; understand the Zhu Geliang: bow to exhaustion and death, "loyalty ...... they sang the most melodious music in the world, nourished me, touched me, influenced me.
Now, the fragrance of the flowers, the fragrance of the book, that green fragrance has percolated into the heart.
The text is like a garden of flowers, where I can enjoy the blue sky and white clouds; I can enjoy the fragrance of knowledge by moving my nose.
Literature is like a landscape painting, I seem to be in the mountains and rivers, listening to the song of the birds, savoring the trickle of solo.
Reading literature makes me feel like I am tasting tea, and the tea is still fragrant.
Wandering in the literary hall full of ink, and talk with ancient and modern Chinese and foreign celebrities, so that my knowledge is more profound, more noble taste, more mature thinking.
May this fragrance of ink accompany me all the way to grow up until forever
Essay 650 wordsAll the way to the flowers
All the way to the flowers
If life is just a season of flowers that can not be repeated, then the beating heart is a spring flower that never withers.
Early spring in February, the first warm and cold, goose yellow vaguely, the new green quietly bloom, indicating the vitality of life, that is the rising sun like youth; Yangchun March, apricot blossom in spring rain, peach and willow green, the soft wind and rain, fluttering with the greatness of nature, that is like a fire in the middle; late spring in April, the time when the fragrance of the gradual exhaustion of the distant mountains, dark flowers, brilliant twilight of the persistence of the twilight, this is late clear in the twilight.
Since the geometry of reincarnation is evergreen, the journey of life will also be accompanied by flowers along the way.
Two withered a petal flower on earth.
"The chaos of 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 a flower, a favor and shame to forget; "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 mood into the chest, seven points brewed into the color of the moon; "Curtain rolled the west wind, more than the yellow flowers thin" on earth, a small verse like flowers and not flowers, but also a flower. A small verse like flowers and non-flowers, lost in the hands of the yellow flowers, see through the vicissitudes of change, light a solitary lamp in the dark, hobbling through.
This time, how a word of sorrow? "Suddenly like a night spring wind, thousands of trees, thousands of trees pear blossom" on earth, a small verse with strange feelings and wonderful ideas to take down the winter white and lonesome, with the eyes of the soul to note the magnificent and romantic ...... a petal a petal beautiful flowers withered on earth, I smelled all the way to the fragrance of the flowers.
Three warblers worried about butterfly tired, silent incense several times thin.
Autumn shade cupped white begonias will be with what kind of despair vain dusk? 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 leaves the aria unchanged for a thousand years! The peony's nobility is still quietly interpreting a period of helplessness.
The pretty flowers shine water, the weak willow to help the wind, the empty valley, buried in the incense mound at the end of the dome of the sky ...... is not to praise the love of flowers, but to sigh the soul of the flowers! The soul fades, the empty boudoir only shadow, the beauty is late, the wanderer weeping autumn wind.
If the west wind is bleak, no longer able to roll up the half-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 full spring, peeping at the spring boudoir dreamer.
Four sitting in front of the window, bathing in the 45-degree angle sprinkled in half a meter of sunshine.
Ancient vines climbed the lonely wall, and the new green woke up gradually appeared sleepy and lazy.
The poplar on the left already has a scarecrow, and the rose in the right corner is shy and waiting to be released.
The old camera in his hand, 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, hung on the poplar.
Wind outside the window, blowing away half a meter of sunshine, behind the person, only a tap, a look back, will win the three heaven, all the way fragrant.
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A 600-word essay on the topic of "Seeing Flowers", urgently!
In April, the fragrance of the flowers fluttered in the sky, and the heart of the people.
Goose yellow through the green forsythia flowers, white and purple combination of magnolia, *** lovely peach blossom, and even the roadside wildflowers make the willow tree shyly drooped head.
At this time, a refreshing wind crossed the small garden, a flower petal accompanied by the fragrance of flowers fell on my head.
I picked it off and looked at it: "Oh!" The petal was so small that it was bigger than a thumbnail.
Pink powder, put to the nose, there is a light fragrance.
Another gust of wind, blew away this fan-shaped little thing.
With the wind blowing over the direction to see, is a piece of pink and green, oh, is that little tiny home.
The flowers on the trees are early and late, in the same tree, absolutely can not find two of the same flowers: some shy to be released, tender green leaves fresh and lovely; some have just bloomed, pink ball column opened a small mouth, then exposed the stamen, the light fragrance, should be its "giggle" laughter; really in full bloom flowers, like a young girl, like a young woman, a young girl, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman, a young woman.
The top of the stamen has a red dot, which should be nectar! Look, the middle of the stamen, there is a drop of shiny dew, much like the bright eyes of the girl ah! At this time, a white and black butterfly, waving its wings, kissed the beautiful flowers; and flowers, also very happy to accept the butterfly's love.
At this moment, I would like to keep this beautiful butterfly, lovely flowers and the fragrance forever! But it is not what I had hoped for, I can only pray to God, the next spring can still enjoy this beautiful - cherry blossoms.
Remember a wisp of floral poetry or 600-word essayWhen it is cold, as soon as you enter the door, you will always smell a faint fragrance, follow the scent, is a pot of daffodils.
In the light of the light emits a soft light, that light also seems to be mixed with a hint of faint fragrance, hiding my grandfather's love for me.
Expand Grandpa has been in his old age, but he always likes to do some flowers.
Because I like daffodils, at the beginning of the new year, my grandfather began to do some flowers.
He first took out the young plants of daffodils in large wooden pots, carefully smeared with soap, not a single daffodil fall, grandpa smeared very carefully, and then carefully rinsed the soap on each part of the flower after standing for a while.
He washed very carefully, even the small cracks in the leaves.
He carefully repeated this task every year, as if he were making a beautiful work of art, without exception.
I saw the regular will not think to ask: "Grandpa, so the washing method is too slow, the water is not on the line.
"This is not just to make the flowers more fragrant, which contains his expectations and love for life! In the blink of an eye, I have been in the second grade of junior high school, the schoolwork is aggravated, and the time to get together with my grandfather is less and less, and every year my grandfather's pot of daffodils, which was carefully cultivated for me, is always placed in a corner of the desk.
In the first month of that year, I was at the desk, the daffodil fragrance into the heart, spitting stamens of the white flowers into the eyes, the softest place in the bottom of the heart of the softest place touched, and hastily dialed a phone, the phone soon came to the end of the grandfather's voice.
The voice of more surprise and old.
Grandpa has been asking me if the flowers smell good, how are you studying recently, and if you're tired of reading, and he said a lot of things.
By the ear, it is the grandfather's cordial greetings, in front of the eyes, is the daffodil goose-yellow stamens, nose, is the quiet fragrance, quiet to make the nose acidic ...... Maybe you will say, the sun, the moon and the stars, there are changes in the time, not to mention in the world of this ever-changing.
And I feel that some people some love will never change, like that wisp of flowers, that strong affection.
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Salute to the Tree Feeling the increase of pressure on my body, I accelerated my pace every day.
Walking briskly between the campus and home, eyes always staring straight ahead of the road, only occasionally Governor see a few people with me in the same hurry.
If it wasn't for the rain, I'm afraid I would have been in such a hurry that I would never have noticed it.
The rain was so dense that the sky was hazy, and the dark clouds never dispersed, so the sky was a bit like my mood.
I walked mechanically on the way home, suddenly the umbrella was tripped by something, I rarely looked up, it turned out to be a clump of branches.
But supervised a glance at the tree, I was half unable to move a step, because I could not help but carefully measured it, it was really a rare soft camphor tree.
Although the trees planted by the roadside are not particularly strong, but this one is too thin, even the thickest part of the trunk is only enough for me to measure with the palm of one hand, the young appearance but has a mottled bark through the vicissitudes of life, the branches are even thinner, but there are many branches.
I thought, perhaps it is this countless thin branches drained the essence of the mother.
Looking further up, I froze, such a soft body with dense green leaves, after the rain is proudly stood up, verdant, beautiful like a piece of pure emerald, I stroked a piece of it, growing very strong.
I almost can't imagine such a beautiful and tough leaves are grown by such a thin tree, it has to absorb how much nutrition, through how much wind and rain, how much effort ah! It turns out that the most tender tree can also grow incredibly beautiful, strong leaves.
I was touched by the tree, and I was ashamed of my original inner gloom.
The tree was so thin that it was pitifully weak, but it didn't want to be, so it tried desperately to absorb nutrients and grow, and it brought out another beautiful side of itself.
Perhaps the trunk of the tree is already destined to be strong, then achieve the beauty of the leaves, because both branches and leaves, are the pride of the tree.
As in life, always give you such and such a shortage, please do not mourn, we still have a lot to make up.
Not a high degree of origin, cultivation of the mind to sublimate the soul of the soul; appearance is not outstanding, and always sincerely treat people to do things, so that the heart is beautiful; parents do not have much power, respect for each other, and each other to take care of the family can also enjoy the joy of life.
Just like the tree, the branches are small, and the effort to grow lush and rich leaves is also a shocking beauty! I have long been away from the tree, but drifted away from the thoughts are still not retracted, but in the tree, pay homage to it!
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