At that moment, the flowers blossomed, and it was really happy ......
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The rain was like silvery-gray sticky and wet spider's silk weaving into a gentle web, which netted the whole world of autumn , and the sky was overcast, like the cobwebbed roofs of old dwellings, and the grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like powder peeling off the roofs, and everything was unusually dreary ......
"Snap!"
My father slapped my award hard on the coffee table, and I curled up and hid in the corner as my father barked, "Come out! Who let you be a class cadre! Aren't you not allowed to be one?" All along, the class representative is my dream career, this time, I finally became the English class representative, I thought that this time to be selected as "excellent class cadres" will change my father's previous ideas, but everything is beyond the unexpected! I saw my father tore my certificate into pieces, and kept saying: "When, when ...... I'll let you be again! Give me a good study, these things are not your turn to do! My father's behavior is more so that I pain on top of the pain, in a fit of pique, the pot of the father's hand-planted flowers with the pot with the fall on the ground, angrily walking in the street, let the rain in my heartache in addition to the drop to drop to go ......
The next morning, I went out, the pot of flowers was placed in the living room, and a brand new flower pot, just like a pavilion. The flower pot, just like a pavilion of young girls, little by little sucking the sweet rain water, enjoy the rain moisture. The beauty of it is that it has not been given flowers, now it has grown from a small seed into such a lush flower, through the wind and rain, slowly growing up, thanks to the careful cultivation of its people - father.
Sunday, I was surprised to find that it actually bloomed! A delicate little flower, showing its dance in the sun. At some point, my father was behind me, but I didn't dare to look directly at him. However, he said in a serious tone, "Yesterday's matter is Dad ...... Dad is not right, I am sorry, the flowers finally bloomed, the daughter has grown so big!" This simple three words brought together how much love Dad ah! I turned to look at my father, bronze-colored face, years like a sharp knife, mercilessly carved in his forehead a road vicissitudes, these years he must have paid a lot of ......
My father would like to treat this pot of flowers as I do, looking at this pot of flowers, the heart of the warmth of the heart, this moment, so cozy!
The flowers grew up and then blossomed ...... so happy! Father, thank you!
Happy flowers blossomed essay 600 words Part 2At that moment, the flowers blossomed, really happy ......
--Title
The rain is like a silvery-gray sticky and wet spider silk weaving a gentle web, netting the entire autumn world, and the sky was overcast, like the roofs of old dwellings tangled with cobwebs, and the grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like xx peeling off the roofs, and everything was unusually dreary ......
"Snap!"
My father slapped my award hard on the coffee table, and I curled up and hid in the corner as my father barked, "Come out! Who let you be a class cadre! Aren't you not allowed to be one?" All along, the class representative is my dream career, this time, I finally became the English class representative, I thought that this time to be selected as "excellent class cadres" will change my father's previous ideas, but everything is beyond the unexpected! I saw my father tore my certificate into pieces, and kept saying: "When, when ...... I'll let you be again! Give me a good study, these things are not your turn to do! My father's behavior is more so that I pain on top of the pain, in a fit of pique, the pot of the father's hand-planted flowers with the pot with the fall on the ground, angrily walking in the street, let the rain in my heartache in addition to the drop to drop to go ......
The next morning, I went out, the pot of flowers was placed in the living room, and a brand new flower pot, just like a pavilion. The flower pot, just like a pavilion of young girls, little by little sucking the sweet rain water, enjoy the rain moisture. The beauty of it is that it has not been given flowers, now it has grown from a small seed into such a lush flower, through the wind and rain, slowly growing up, thanks to the careful cultivation of its people - father.
Sunday, I was surprised to find that it actually bloomed! A delicate little flower, showing its dance in the sun. At some point, my father was behind me, but I didn't dare to look directly at him. However, he said in a serious tone, "Yesterday's matter is Dad ...... Dad is not right, I am sorry, the flowers finally bloomed, the daughter has grown so big!" This simple three words brought together how much love Dad ah! I turned to look at my father, bronze-colored face, years like a sharp knife, mercilessly carved in his forehead a road vicissitudes, these years he must have paid a lot of ......
My father would like to treat this pot of flowers as I do, looking at this pot of flowers, the heart of the warmth of the heart, this moment, so cozy!
The flowers grew up and then blossomed ...... so happy! Father, thank you!
Happiness blossomed essay 600 words Part 3I am a teenager, I hope to be cared for is my desire; I am a girl, I hope to be happy is my wish ...... I finally found that the happiness I have been pursuing is actually around me, silently lurking. It is like a flower open, open in the sunny place ......
In that one hutong mouth, a beggar holding a guitar is begging to passers-by. People passing by can't help but stop and look at him twice. A little girl saw it and felt sorry for him, and her heart couldn't help but be filled with sympathy. Back home, she took out her years of hard work to collect colorful cards, for the beggar to do up a thousand paper cranes. This day, the beggar's broken bowl more than a thousand paper cranes. Unconsciously, the beggar's bowl has 100 cranes. These cranes, let the beggar have confidence, so that he resolutely put down the bowl, rely on their own labor to create wealth.
Happiness long echoed in that hutong, echoed in the beggar's heart. I think, that beggar may now be a small boss! It is that little girl, gave him encouragement, make him cheer up.
In the beautiful courtyard, a blind man sitting on the swing, the swing stood on the side of a beautiful girl. She had a big smile on her face. "Mom, can you hear the birds?" A ray of sunlight poured over the blind woman's eyes, and she said, "Yes, I can still hear the 'cackle' of you swinging me on the swing!" At that moment, the swing stopped, and a hint of fragrance wafted between the blind man's nose and lips. This fragrance, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, wafting, to the heart of the blind. This fragrance, let her heart incomparably sweet, as if a clear spring flowed through, and if a light wind blowing, more like a ray of warm sun warmed her heart.
Happiness does not lie between the lips, but in every detail. This mother and daughter affection, let people moved, so that people's hearts were y touched.
Under the sky full of paper kites, a giddy little boy held his kite high, responding to his father's shout, with an innocent and pure smile on his face. This was the first time he had flown a kite, and after being bored for a long time, he was finally able to throw out all his excitement. When he was young, he fantasized about flying kites with his dad every day. At that time, in his eyes, being able to fly a kite once was a kind of happiness.
In the eyes of children, happiness may be just a spring trip, a candy, but these seemingly insignificant things, but the comfort of their soul.
In human life, happiness is like flowers all around. Those small things, although insignificant, but touching.
Every flower is happy, because, even the wild lilies have a blooming spring.
She read the words, her heart is still cold and slightly trembling, as if the clump of unnamed flowers that balled up and shivered in the cold wind. Where is my spring? She looked at the empty house, the walls bulging with fast peeling lime, a spider crawling in solitude on the rusted window frame. She wept, this cold world, there is no spring of my happy opening, she wrote hard again on the composition paper.
The light outside the window gradually tightened and thickened, and finally withdrew from the world of ten thousand lights. The teacher looked up from the pile of composition books in front of her, rubbed her sore eyes, and for a moment did not know what to do. She knew her, the hard studying girl from a poor family. It was as if this little `mind' had been immersed in a thousand years of cold ice. She wanted to warm her up and tell her that you are happy, at least you have me in the world, and your parents care about you. But she didn't know what to say to this extremely self-respecting girl, she wanted her to feel the taste of happiness. And not a love handout.
In this twilight of spring not far from the spring, she has been worried about her own pair of frozen red hands, but she was surprised to hear the language teacher announced that the class held a writing contest, the first prize is a glove and a scarf, the second prize items are gloves. She felt that God had finally favored her. She decided to write seriously, in order to hands no longer cold.
The teacher finally thought of this essay contest, and she always felt that a small warm action is better than a million happy words. She looked at her essay carefully, tears made just the crisp handwriting on the paper blurred. She decided to let the handwriting turn into a ray of sunshine that shot into her heart. She wrote the critique. Each one will not miss the happy moment of splendor opening, as long as there is sunshine. Without a doubt, she got the warm gloves she had been dreaming of.
Her essay was read aloud to the class as a model, and for the first time she felt that the teacher's voice was so melodious, like a gurgling stream soaking through her heart, cool and comfortable. The teacher's kindness is something she always remembers.
Outside the window, a ray of morning sunlight jumped from one leaf to another, dipping through the nameless mass of small, white flowers swaying.
"Snap, snap," she heard in her mind as the flower opened. Is that you blooming? She smiled happily towards the clump of white.
"Wild lilies also have spring ......" she scattered all the way to the song, her heart filled with the little white flowers that have blossomed happily in the spring breeze.
Happy blossoms essay 600 words Part 5Blossoms are a manifestation of happiness, go and enjoy the happiness of real blossoms.
My grandparents especially like to raise flowers, the balcony is still placed on a variety of flowers and plants, the balcony of the flowers are still growing, on the edge of the window, at the bottom of the wall, are filled with large and small flower pots.
I think grandparents raise flowers is a kind of enjoyment and send happiness it, originally both are university professors. To the noble rhyme seems to have been slowly formed in their work, so in their retirement still maintain, continue.
At that time, Grandpa's office next to the renovation, in his office under the eaves of the window of a withered short plum blossom to be removed and thrown away, Grandpa insisted on the plum tree to stay, transplanted it to a piece of open space in the house.
Grandma and Grandpa cared a lot about the tree, and every time after dinner, they would come to the tree and slowly raise their heads, and the two weathered faces, whose eyes were not very clear, were instantly filled with spirit and life under the light of the setting sun in the evening. Although the two backs are one tall and one short, one thin and one tall, in terms of size, the two have a huge gap. But behind them, I look far away, but also quietly feel the happiness between the two overflowing. 60 years of mutual support, quietly cast the picture of this happy figure.
Lapis lazuli tree in the grandparents every day under the caress of the eyes gradually become strong, slowly, in the cold air quietly blossomed out of its beauty, yellow heartbreaking flowers, spread the fragrance in the air filled. Grandpa, on the other hand, would come to the tree, pick a few branches adorned with waxberry, and do a pruning of the waxberry. The tree is high, grandpa climbed the ladder, grandpa in the top, grandma in the bottom holding the ladder, grandma always quietly not to bother grandpa, grandma gave grandpa is silent support.
However, last year, a skin disease plagued his grandfather, a piece of skin on his leg was covered with herpes, which brought great inconvenience to his life and travel.
In the winter, his skin disease became even more serious, and he suffered from colds from time to time, making it difficult for him to go up and down the stairs. Early batch of waxberry has revealed stamens, however, the fragrance of the flower is greatly reduced, perhaps ...... grandmother began to take care of grandpa every day, running up and down to prepare meals for grandpa, grandma sat on the bedside of the mouthful of millet porridge to grandpa's mouth ...... see this scene, I rushed to the window, pushed open the window, in the cold air, I smelled the fragrance of the waxberry, it seems that the aroma is getting stronger and stronger ...... I hope that my grandparents can also smell the fragrance of this happy flower, I ignored the cold and opened the window wider.
Happiness blossoms, blossoms of happiness.
Happiness flowers bloom essay 600 words Part 6At that moment, the flowers bloomed, really happy ......
--Title
The rain was like silvery-gray sticky wet spider silk weaving a gentle web, netting the whole autumn world, and the sky was overcast, like the cobwebbed roofs of old dwellings, and the grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roofs, and everything was unusually dreary ......
"Snap!"
My father slapped my award hard on the coffee table, and I curled up and hid in the corner as my father barked, "Come out! Who let you be a class cadre! Aren't you not allowed to be one?" All along, the class representative is my dream career, this time, I finally became the English class representative, I thought that this time to be selected as "excellent class cadres" will change my father's previous ideas, but everything is beyond the unexpected! I saw my father tore my certificate into pieces, and kept saying: "When, when ...... I'll let you be again! Give me a good study, these things are not your turn to do! My father's behavior is more so that I pain on top of the pain, in a fit of pique, the pot of the father's hand-planted flowers with the pot with the fall on the ground, angrily walking in the street, let the rain in my heartache in addition to the drop to drop to go ......
The next morning, I went out, the pot of flowers was placed in the living room, and a brand new flower pot, just like a pavilion. The flower pot, just like a pavilion of young girls, little by little sucking the sweet rain water, enjoy the rain moisture. The beauty of it is that it has not been given flowers, now it has grown from a small seed into such a lush flower, through the wind and rain, slowly growing up, thanks to the careful cultivation of its people - father.
Sunday, I was surprised to find that it actually bloomed! A delicate little flower, showing its dance in the sun. At some point, my father was behind me, but I didn't dare to look directly at him. However, he said in a serious tone, "Yesterday's matter is Dad ...... Dad is not right, I am sorry, the flowers finally bloomed, the daughter has grown so big!" This simple three words brought together how much love Dad ah! I turned to look at my father, bronze-colored face, years like a sharp knife, mercilessly carved in his forehead a road vicissitudes, these years he must have paid a lot of ......
My father would like to treat this pot of flowers as I do, looking at this pot of flowers, the heart of the warmth of the heart, this moment, so cozy!
The flowers grew up and then blossomed ...... so happy! Father, thank you!
The flower blossomed at that moment, really happy ......
--Title
The rain is like a silvery gray sticky wet spider silk weaving a gentle net, netting the entire autumn world, and the sky was overcast, like the cobwebbed roofs of old dwellings, and the grayish-white clouds that piled up in the sky were like powder peeling off the roofs, and everything was unusually dreary ......
"Snap!"
My father slapped my award hard on the coffee table, and I curled up and hid in the corner as my father barked, "Come out! Who let you be a class cadre! Aren't you not allowed to be one?" All along, the class representative is my dream career, this time, I finally became the English class representative, I thought that this time to be selected as "excellent class cadres" will change my father's previous ideas, but everything is beyond the unexpected! I saw my father tore my certificate into pieces, and kept saying: "When, when ...... I'll let you be again! Give me a good study, these things are not your turn to do! My father's behavior is more so that I pain on top of the pain, in a fit of pique, the pot of the father's hand-planted flowers with the pot with the fall on the ground, angrily walking in the street, let the rain in my heartache in addition to the drop to drop to go ......
The next morning, I went out, the pot of flowers was placed in the living room, and a brand new flower pot, just like a pavilion. The flower pot, just like a pavilion of young girls, little by little sucking the sweet rain water, enjoy the rain moisture. The beauty of it is that it has not been given flowers, now it has grown from a small seed into such a lush flower, through the wind and rain, slowly growing up, thanks to the careful cultivation of its people - father.
Sunday, I was surprised to find that it actually bloomed! A delicate little flower, showing its dance in the sun. At some point, my father was behind me, but I didn't dare to look directly at him. However, he said in a serious tone, "Yesterday's matter is Dad ...... Dad is not right, I am sorry, the flowers finally bloomed, the daughter has grown so big!" This simple three words brought together how much love Dad ah! I turned to look at my father, bronze-colored face, years like a sharp knife, mercilessly carved in his forehead a road vicissitudes, these years he must have paid a lot of ......
My father would like to treat this pot of flowers as I do, looking at this pot of flowers, the heart of the warmth of the heart, this moment, so cozy!
The flowers grew up and then blossomed ...... so happy! Father, thank you!