I love daffodils 1 In this world of flowers, my favorite is "Ling Boxian" daffodils, the city flower of Zhangzhou. I admire its graceful posture, white roots and elegant and fresh flowers. Minnan people always like to see daffodils. Every spring festival, every household should put a pot of pure daffodils. Although I am not from southern Fujian, I love daffodils more than southern Fujian.
I remember that it was the second grade, and the teacher asked each of us to plant a pot of our favorite flowers at home. What flowers should I plant? I discussed it with my mother and finally decided to plant daffodils. The next afternoon after school, my mother picked me up with two "garlic". I pointed to the "garlic" in my mother's hand and asked; What is this? Mom said; This is the seed of daffodil! I let out a cry of surprise, and my mother said, "What's so strange about this? The seeds of daffodils are like this! " When I got home, I took a beautiful little porcelain vase according to my mother's instructions, covered it with a layer of white pebbles, filled it with clear water, and then carefully put the daffodils in it.
One day, I suddenly found that the daffodil pulled out a flower stem, and several flower bones like flat horns grew on the flower stem, and the flower bones were covered with a transparent skin. A few days later, the flower broke the skin, the outer petals extended outward, and the inner petals were tightly closed together. Slowly, the whole flower bloomed. You see, the fragrance of white petals is still a little sweet, and its leaves set off white flowers, how beautiful and elegant.
I like daffodils! It gives selflessly and asks nothing in return. It left all the beauty in the world, but when spring came, it quietly left. It comes and goes in a hurry. But its short life has made people enjoy the beauty and cultivated their sentiments.
I like daffodils. A few days ago, my mother bought a daffodil to go home. I quickly took out a beautiful white porcelain shallow basin, covered with white pebbles, filled with clear water, and carefully planted daffodils.
I change water for daffodils every day. One day, a small flat green leaf was pulled out of the daffodil's head, and I was extremely happy. In the next few days, Narcissus pulled out two or three leaves ... it grew sturdily day by day, full of vitality and lovely green. I don't want to mention how happy I am. I said to myself, "Narcissus, plant flowers quickly!" " "
One day at dinner, I was surprised to find three flower bones the size of soybean grains sticking out of the leaves, close together as if awake. They hide in the thickest place of leaves and don't seem to want to be seen. The flower bones grow up day by day, turn white day by day, and are so full that they seem to crack. One day, I came home from school and went to see daffodils as usual. Ah, the bud burst, revealing a dozen small buds, as if it were about to bloom. Sure enough, the next morning, I opened my eyes and smelled a fragrance. The daffodils are finally in bloom, and the room is full of faint fragrance. I ran to the daffodil and looked at it carefully. I saw the roots, stems and leaves of daffodils standing upright and graceful, like a sharp blue sword. It's really beautiful. There are flowers on the stem, and each flower has about five or six big petals, as white as the wings of a white butterfly, with yellow stamens in it. Smell it, the fragrance is drunk in my heart. The daffodils are clustered together, beautiful and elegant, and extremely lovely.
After a while, the daffodils slowly faded. I feel very sorry. One night, I picked up a book and looked through it. Suddenly I saw this sentence: the value of life lies not in its length. I am puzzled: yes, the value of life lies not in its length, but in its contribution. Narcissus, for example, although its life is short, has left a beautiful world.
I like daffodils, their appearance and personality.
I like daffodils. It is not so beautiful as peony, so pure as lily, so elegant as rose ... it is so ordinary, but it can grow when all flowers wither in winter and spring and everything turns yellow. It is the water fairy-daffodil.
Daffodils have roots like starfish, garlic and onions. Although they are ugly, they have stored enough nutrients and accumulated enough strength. A week after the root ball of daffodil is inserted into the water, you will find that fine roots will be born under the root ball, and green leaves will appear on the root ball, which are as green as garlic leaves.
A few days later, daffodils pulled out long stems from the leaves, and daffodils gave off a faint and sweet fragrance from the stems and leaves, which was intoxicating!
Daffodils look very beautiful, and the yellow stamens are like yellow pigments painted by artists. White petals are like white jade carved by sculptors. Pieces, small and exquisite, surrounded by stamens like a group of elves.
I like daffodils. Although they are not as gorgeous as peonies, as pure as lilies and as graceful as roses, they are more unpretentious than them.
I love narcissus, because it is a beautiful water fairy like its name, and I love its unique style and personality.
I like daffodils. Last year, my father came back from Nanjing by car and brought me a little daffodil. I found a small glass fish tank on the balcony. Spread some white pebbles, fill them with clean water, and make up your mind to carry daffodils carefully.
The first thing after school every day is to see my daffodils and change their water every day. A few days later, some small green flat leaves were pulled off the narcissus head. Two tablets. Three things ... it thrives, full of vitality and lovely green. I thought to myself: Narcissus, plant flowers and grow bones quickly.
One day after dinner, I went to see daffodils as usual. I was surprised to find three tightly closed flower bones as big as soybeans. Like playing hide-and-seek, they hide in the place with the most and densest leaves and seem unwilling to be found.
Towards the end of summer, the flower bones swell day by day, turn white day by day and burst like fullness, ah! Finally, many things and daffodils bloom their petals in the heat. The green leaves curl slightly,
The petals carved against the white jade are like fairies in the water.
But before autumn, the daffodils withered, and I feel very sorry. Suddenly thought of this sentence: the value of life lies not in its length, but in its contribution to mankind. Narcissus's life is short, but it has left beauty to the world.
I like daffodils, their appearance and personality.
I like daffodils. Legend has it that daffodils are tenacious, also known as "Ling Boxian". Indeed, its moving posture makes people fall in love at first sight.
My family has a pot of daffodils, which blooms on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. Its leaves are as green as jade, bright and bright. Among the criss-crossing green leaves, there are several white and flawless flowers embedded with a golden stamen, which exudes a faint fragrance and is particularly elegant.
Narcissus has nothing to do with soil, water is all it grows. The root of daffodil is like a big onion, with a white root below, which looks stubborn like a bug around the plate. A drafty little flower shakes its head and its soft body seems to be dancing, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
In winter, many flowers can't stand the cold, and they can't stand the test of fate and slowly wither. But daffodils are not afraid. It stands proudly when it is freezing and snowing outside. Still full of vigor and vitality, as if fighting the cold. Such perseverance makes people feel very proud.
I think daffodils are not as delicate as peony, as red as sunflower, as conspicuous as Chinese rose and as intoxicating as wintersweet, but daffodils are elegant, clean and clear.
So I love daffodils! Love its beauty and fragrance, love its nobility and purity, love its tenacity and unyielding!
I like daffodils. 6. You may like peonies. May like the lotus coming out of the mud, not touching it; It may also be a fresh and elegant orchid, but I have a soft spot for daffodils.
During the winter vacation, my mother bought some daffodils from the market and told me that daffodils were beautiful. From top to bottom, from left to right, I was surprised. Everything looks like super garlic. What beautiful flowers can it produce? My mother saw my problem and said earnestly, "As long as you have patience, let it bask in the sun and change the water frequently every day, you will see it then."
After that, I have a more arduous task every day. As long as I see the sunshine in the morning, I will quickly move the daffodil to the balcony and let it fully enjoy the sunshine bath. Change the water every two days to ensure that the water temperature is not too low.
After a few days, some straight leaves were pulled off the daffodil stem, which were dark green and dark green. People who don't know think it's leek. A few days later, I found several buds of different sizes growing between the stems and leaves. I was very surprised and took care of it more thoughtfully.
"Baby, get up quickly, the daffodils are in bloom!" This morning, when I was still asleep in the warm bed, my mother's crying woke me up. Ah! My daffodils are in bloom, and there are white flowers on the leaves and stems. A gust of wind blew, and the white flowers shook their heads and bodies, as if dancing in the water in crystal clothes.
When daffodils are in full bloom, it is the arrival of the Spring Festival, which adds a joy to our originally lively and festive festival.
I like beautiful daffodils!
I like daffodils. My grandfather's balcony is only eight or nine square meters, but in this small world, it is full of flowers, red leaves and green colors.
The vibrant Spring Festival is intertwined with golden flowers and buds; Purple rose, solemn and elegant, fragrant and intoxicating; Six tall and handsome men in the snow; Graceful West Lake Liu; Lush Clivia ... My favorite is the onion-like thing my grandfather just bought-the daffodil of "Spring Messenger".
The hazy morning light gently stroked the lovely "onion" through the glass. It stretched itself and couldn't wait to look at this strange and novel world with its little head.
One day, I found that half of the "onion head" put in the water cracked, revealing two leaf buds. This leaf bud is as big as a fingernail. It is yellow, moist and shiny. It looks so fresh and delicate, just like a seedling that broke through the ground, as if trying to grow up. I shook the flowerpot and the onion moved slightly. Ye Ya seems to say to me wittily, "Hello, friend." The fibrous roots under the "onion" are getting longer and thicker. They are no longer just a few short fibrous roots, but cling to the bottom of the dish like tentacles for fear of falling.
After a few days, its leaf buds gradually grow into leaves, spread out, grow bigger, greener and more attractive.
Gradually, the lovely daffodils opened. It took off a layer of green clothes outside, and the flower was like a shy little girl who didn't want to go out, but after all, she couldn't bear to leave, quietly revealing a small white flower. Against the backdrop of green leaves, the small flowers are particularly fresh, elegant and pure, and they also emit a faint fragrance. Although not rich, it is intoxicating and inspiring.
This small balcony is full of vitality, full of vitality. I love every grass and tree on the balcony, and I love daffodils even more, because as long as I water it, it will give people a good enjoyment and hope for life.
I like daffodils. Among many flowers and plants, daffodils are my favorite.
One day in the twelfth lunar month last year, my mother bought something that looked like vegetables from the West Asia supermarket. I studied it carefully for a while. It is as white as jade with dense white whiskers under its spherical roots, just like onion heads; "Onion head" has grown thick, solid and green leaves, like large and wide leek leaves; Every leek is covered with moss, and the top of the moss is covered with a flat green bag. Mother also found a shallow flowerpot with some wet sand in it, carefully planted these things and put them on the windowsill. "Is it a flower?" I asked strangely, and my mother proudly said, "This is called daffodil, a flower that can be raised only by watering." We use wet sand to save water. "Ah, daffodils can be cultivated without soil or fertilization. It is really a flower without demand.
So, I look forward to it blooming every day. As the days passed, nothing happened to my daffodils. Mom said it was because the temperature was too low, and it would open naturally when it was warm.
Who knows, we went back to our hometown before the Spring Festival. We come back on the third day of the first month. As soon as I stepped into the house and looked at the windowsill, ah, the daffodils finally opened. I can't wait to get close to it and open the window. The breeze is blowing, and an elegant fragrance with a touch of sweetness comes face to face, which is refreshing. I haven't seen you for ten days, and my daffodils have grown up and the long green leaves are crowded. At the beginning, the "leek moss" was crystal clear, with five or six flowers or bones on its head, which emerged from the dense leaves. Some have already laughed, some are wrapped in green scarves, and some flowers are like naughty children playing hide-and-seek among the leaves. I looked and looked, counted and counted. The blooming daffodils each have six petals, white and white, which extend around; A few goose yellow stamens are hairy. Between the petals and stamens, there is a bright yellow wreath like a mini-skirt. White petals, yellow petals and wreaths together are cute and playful little angels, which people can never get tired of seeing.
Ah, daffodils, I love you! I love your elegant fragrance, and I love your selfless dedication when you grow up in the water. composition