Composition on the Sound of Flowers Blooming Part 1
The sound of flowers blooming requires us to listen carefully.
Spring is here, and all kinds of flowers are blooming one after another. In this large field of flowers, more people are attracted by the shape and color of the flowers. When someone asks, have you heard the sound of flowers blooming? Most people shook their heads slightly. Some people even asked, what is the sound of flowers blooming? Does the flower bloom make a sound?
The tone of their questions was obviously disbelief, but I confidently said to them: "Of course there is a sound when flowers bloom, I have heard the sound of flowers blooming."
I did hear the sound of flowers blooming, but it was in an extremely quiet environment. At that time, there were few people in the flowers, and the flowers slowly spread their petals swaying in the wind. The petals bloomed one after another under the sun, making a rustling sound. The unfolded petals quietly pushed aside the green leaves that blocked it. The sound of these flowers blooming is extremely small, and we can only hear it when we close our eyes and listen attentively.
The sound of flowers blooming is very magical. We can rely on these sounds to display the picture of flowers blooming in our minds. Some people also say that listening to the sound of flowers blooming is actually listening to your own heart. Because people who love flowers are welcoming the flowers to bloom, many people have heard the sounds of flowers blooming in their dreams, and these sounds are all based on their expectations for the flowers to bloom. To them, the sound of blooming flowers is a piece of music that needs to be listened to carefully. How much you look forward to these flowers blooming will make this song more beautiful.
The blooming of flowers means that the flower has ushered in its most beautiful moment. The flowering period of each flower that blooms is limited. So when the flowers bloom, they are extra cautious and cherish them. We who guard the blooming flowers also care most about these beautiful flowers.
Let us calmly perceive our world, and I believe you can also hear the sound of flowers blooming. The Sound of Flowers Blooming Composition Part 2
Have you heard the sound of flowers blooming?
Do you know what these beautiful messengers of nature are saying?
Roses tell you the heat of love with their passion; carnations tell you the tenderness of maternal love with their fragrance; lilacs tell you the nobility of dignity with their agility; violets tell you the eternity of loyalty with her life ; Lavender will choose to wait with her purple dream...
Lotuses bloom with the summer sunshine, as beautiful as violin music...
That white and flushed face seemed like Xizi was smiling or Zhaojun was singing. It was lighter than the graceful dance of butterflies and as gentle as Roland's breathing. Everyone marveled at such an elegant and fresh figure. The lotus is beautiful not because of its nobility, but because it "comes out of the mud but is not stained, and washes the ripples without being demonic". She is innocent, elegant, clean and self-contained, not stained by the worldly dust at all, she is graceful, pure and holy...
Did you hear it? The lotus whispers softly when the buds first bloom: leave a clean sky for yourself, and you will also create beautiful ripples in your life...
"The sound of rain all night makes me dream, and thousands of lotus leaves Farewell to Autumn." When "the lotus leaves are no longer covered with rain," "the chrysanthemums still have frosty branches." When all the flowers have faded away, she exhales the fragrance and blooms alone, standing proudly in the wind and frost. It seems affectionate, but in fact it is passionate and unrestrained. The autumn wind could not change her firm ambition, so she had to sing for her wrapped in the fragrance all the way. She has the noble coolness of "the dewy autumn fragrance fills the shore"; she has the feeling of "when autumn comes on September 8th, all my flowers will bloom and kill all the flowers." "She has the fighting spirit of "being as shy as the spring flowers, diligently nurturing and waiting for the west wind"; she has the steadfastness of "I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than follow the yellow leaves and the autumn wind"; she has the unknown The randomness and elegance bloom brightly in the mountains and fields far away from the hustle and bustle...
Did you hear it? The chrysanthemum bloomed indifferently and said softly: The autumn wind rustled, my heart was rippling...
"The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still pretty flowers and branches. There is no dispute about the beauty. Spring only brings back the spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles in the bushes.
"Plum is the most beautiful scenery in the cold winter. The red plum is gorgeous, the winter plum has a dark fragrance, and the white plum is crystal clear...
She ignores the wind and snow, and blooms in the cold, so magnificent and majestic...
God gave her winter unfairly, but she responded with an elegant fragrance. She raised her branches to welcome the baptism of wind and snow, and she would give her the most beautiful memories of winter. "In the dust, only the fragrance remains the same." She swayed down quietly, turning into spring mud to protect spring flowers...
Did you hear it? Mei's crisp voice when her beauty was blooming: If it wasn't for a bone-chilling chill, how could it be possible? The plum blossoms are fragrant.
Are you sad that the flowers have faded their fragrance, faded their beauty, and lost their beauty? Then please don’t, they will promise the next season on the branches? Promise, people are different every year, but the flowers are similar every year. When things change and the stars change, they whisper: My heart is still... Composition 3 on the sound of flowers blooming
Spring is coming , all the plants happily opened their eyes and dug out of the soil desperately, letting people appreciate their unique beauty, unique charm, and unique fragrance. But she, silently and quietly, Under the feet of many flowers, it is not like the new swallows in early spring, fighting for the bright light. Perhaps, it is just on a winding street corner, whether it is warm or hot, it only blooms silently, and does not. Looking forward to people's attention.
It's not that she doesn't like the sun, she's just used to being alone. She just likes to hide in the grass corner and grow quietly surrounded by the fragrance of earth. Maybe there is nothing else there. You can find her unique grace in the colorful street corner. Look! Isn’t that elegant lilac in the corner her figure?
I ran to see her early in the morning. She is really beautiful, with light purple petals and a few white veins arranged in rows on the small petals. The small water droplets on the petals are still shining brightly in the stamens. It looked particularly dazzling under the afterglow of the sun, which added a bit of charm to her.
I picked up a flower at random from the wet soil, and touched her gently with a smile in my eyes. An unusual touch. Isn’t it like a layer of frost has been applied to the petals? When you tap the stamens lightly, a hint of coolness spreads from your fingertips, and the milkshake-like mist in the morning blends with her, like a charming poem~
Although there are thousands of beauties in the world, I only see her beauty and purity. Yes~ Daisy, isn’t she the one who is unnoticed and eye-catching?
Isn’t she alone? , she is aloof, and the daisy flower plate will not fall even if it withers. Isn't this a kind of eternal life?
Listening quietly with your ears, it seems that you can really hear the flowers blooming? Sound...I think of the flower language of daisies: kindness, liveliness, and pure love! The sound of flowers blooming, essay 4
A wall separates the past and the future, separates melancholy and peace of mind, and separates darkness. There is a wall on the girl's way home, an ancient wall. It stood there quietly, not knowing what was right and wrong, right and wrong. The walls are mottled with the fleeting thoughts of many people and the inner words of many people. Maybe no one has noticed the green life under the corner, maybe too few people know about it.
Although it is insignificant, Sunshine has never given up hope on it; although it has a low self-esteem, it has always believed in its own power. Maybe God destined the encounter to understand each other, and she discovered it. Looking at the drab buds in the corner against the messy walls, a feeling of sympathy drove her to leave a deeply touching poem:
Silence is rare in the years
< p> The autumn wind is tired of wanderingDestiny thinks it is humorous
Most of my ideas are beyond my control
I used to whisper words in people's ears
I have become in tune with the trend The sound flows eastward
Looking back
The past also falls with the maple leaves one by one
After I finished writing, I realized what a ridiculous thing I had done.
On the way home from school the next day, my eyes peeked at the wall unconsciously. The lonely flowers and words are still floating in loneliness. Somewhat impulsively, I ran to the flower bud, added the sentence "Who hears how pitiful" at the end of the poem, then smiled helplessly and returned home.
On the third day, I seemed to want to take another gamble, so I ran to the wall and took a look. My sleeping heart seemed to suddenly wake up, and a crooked sentence came out from under the flower bud: "Who is pitiful? "With a hint of excitement and a hint of sadness in my heart, I picked up my pen and continued writing: "Who are you?"
As soon as the bell rang, he hurried to the wall. She burst into laughter, and it turned out that it was written under the flower: "I am God." Looking up, the girl looked at it for a long time, then seriously wrote "The sky is blue," and then ran away happily.
"Blue, those must be your clear eyes." Stopping by the wall, seeing these, she did not write down immediately, staring at them for a long time, staring at the budding flowers. The sea of ????mind is fluctuating slightly, and the tense heart seems to be relaxed a lot. The sun is so bright, printed with the smiles of flowers and people, rippling in the breeze. This time, she did not continue writing.
Soon, the wall was washed away, and the open dialogue disappeared, but the flowers still bloomed. Looking at the clean walls, the girl smiled easily. She gently used her fingers to write under the flowers: "Thank you." No traces can be seen on the wall anymore, because they have been deeply engraved in the girl's heart.
The dandelion chose to fly,
The river chose the distance,
The flowers chose the sunshine,
The young heart chose youth hope.
The small body of the flower carries the same small dream, just like us paddling a boat in the ocean of youth. As long as there is hope, youth is full of sunshine. The hope with wings, accompanied by the sound of flowers blooming, flies freely in the sky of youth. Composition on the Sound of Blooming Flowers Part 5
I love the sycamore tree on campus, and even more its majesty, gentleness and simplicity! Below is the work area. The most prosperous one is Quancheng Avenue, which is crowded with people. It is the most beautiful when it rains. The road is full of colorful flowers. This is really a sea of ??flowers and a world of flowers. No tears. One day, I went out to play with the puppy? The two old men were very grateful to us and kept talking. Some people like the famous scenic spots and historic sites, and some like the vast and boundless sea, but I only like the tenacious pine trees.
His smile is like the first sunshine that shines on the earth when the horizon rises; it makes me feel warm. His smile was like a long-awaited rain; it made me see hope again. His smile made my heart skip a beat.
Please don’t look at me with that kind of passionate eyes, because I’m afraid that you will see the throbbing in my heart. However, you did not remain silent like me. So, we all chose beautiful mistakes.
Our feelings have not changed with the passage of time. You are still used to encourage and comfort me with your smile, and care about me silently. I just feel a kind of sweet happiness!
Perhaps it is a trick of fate that you and I are actually separated. When I leave you, I only have a desolate heart. If possible, how much I want to freeze the warm sunshine so that the lonely heart will no longer be desolate. If I could, I would like to freeze the bright moonlight so that my empty heart would no longer be in darkness. I also gently replied, but that only made me more heartbroken. Maybe it was the bitter fruit of puppy love.
Gradually, through tears, I understood that letting go is the only relief. In the end, I decisively pierced your warm heart with my cold hands... I didn't let you see my tears. Do you understand that in fact: silent crying is more painful than vocal crying?
When the vicissitudes of the sunset slowly set in the west, my heart also fell into the abyss. Looking up at the slowly darkening sky, a black sky dotted with stars. The wind ruffled my hair and messed up my thoughts. I seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming on the other side in the distance: flowers blooming on the other side, blossoming with sadness.