Winter, is a beautiful and pure day; winter, is a well-behaved and lovely child; and the countryside of winter, and what is unique? In the morning, the hazy fog floats in the air, the morning star has not yet disappeared, the sky is already overcast.
The distant hillock, the original green grass dried up, but also put on a snow-white cotton jacket, waiting for the spring to sprout again ...... morning, I came to the field, along the curved path all the way, both sides of the planted flowers and trees, but with the spring is very different, flowers and grasses are withered, the original sky-high trees. The leaves have fallen off. Only the pine tree is still verdant, thick trunk, it seems to be several people around to do.
He stood straight and straight, like a soldier of the People's Liberation Army guarding the border. At noon, the warmth of the sun like a lively and lovely little elves, kissing and caressing your face.
The frozen and shivering brook flows happily as before. The plums even showed their beauty: a delicate plum fluttered in the wind, and the bright green leaves drew out from the branches, as if the heavenly maiden came down to earth.
At night, it is the quietest time of the day. The wind doesn't blow, the stream doesn't run, and the whole countryside can hear even the dropping of a pin.
In the deep blue sky there is a full moon and countless stars. The brightest of them all is the North Star, which hangs in the sky, pointing the way for lost people! Winter is a season of shivering, but in the countryside, it is beautiful.
Part II: Snow snow, white snow, brought the news of winter, winter coat to winter, at a glance, boundless. The first snow this year, as if a piece of swan flew over, fly away, leaving behind the attachment, take away the hot summer.
The snow on the sky, sowing excitement, drifting to where, where there will be a piece of flying song. The song freezes the river, the flowing water ah also drowned by the snow song.
Everything listens to the snow song singing, the wind is sandwiched between the snow is marching in the song. The falling snow flakes are a note, fill the snow song spectrum; that actually open the plums, pink yellow red, decorated with the snowy song of emotion.
Whether you remember from the past, the innocent fairy tale, this light little elf, is the angel's feathers, is the fairy's tears, y hidden in the heart ah, how to discard it. Snow, as if the true love, for you to melt, for you to fall snow, as if mutiny, fade away.
Part III: Winter scenery winter comes, the original turquoise turned yellow, the original verdant sycamore tree turned yellow although so, but the winter scenery also has his beautiful side. Early in the morning, there will be a layer of white stuff on the trees, vegetables, what is that? Is it snow? No, that is the nature of this painter painted snow-white frost.
In addition to frost, you can also see the fog in the morning, the fog is sometimes like a fairy fluttering white ribbons, and sometimes like the sky god poured buttermilk general flow, floating, like a naughty doll, make people puzzled. There is a poem written: "The sword sharpens from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold."
In winter, there is also a kind of proudly standing, persevering flowers - plum blossom. Plum blossom to ice skin and jade bones, the cold to stay fragrant characteristics, high purity, strong, modest character, so that people are determined to strive for strength, learn his spirit.
At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to the winter. (Short literature network:) Part 4: winter rain winter rain, not to mention how familiar.
Sister winter rain descends on earth every day, making people happy and sad. The streets are both desolate and cold, basically deserted.
Winter sister's rain is a gentle rain, but the wind brother to make trouble, the original beautiful and romantic winter rain in the mouth of people become annoying. Once, I sat on my father's battery car, just when the sky was drizzling, but the wind was blowing.
I joked: "Sheepish rain with gusty winds, really 'a flower stuck in cow dung'!" Dad laughed a little. Because of the winter rain, the earth's sky has become dark, all you can hear is the sound of rain "ticking", the sound of rain "clattering", or the sound of trees being blown by the wind leaves swaying - - this sound in the rainy day, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind. -There are too many times when such sounds "visit" us on a rainy day! Every time it rains, everything gets wet and seems to take a bath in the wind.
But snakes, turtles, some hibernating animals do not accept this "bathing task", just want to be in the hole in the end of this cold winter. People can not help, and can not hibernate, can only think of ways to keep themselves warm, in the morning, there are no longer people get up early out of the morning exercise; at noon, although it is the hottest time of the day, but to the winter, it is not in line with the science; evening, the coldest time of the day, has been as silent as the forest ...... land is most common puddles, a foot step down, it will splash the countless step down, it will splash countless small splashes of water, splash in people's clothes, pants, so a careless, clothes pants wet.
Those small puddles of water, reflecting everything, accumulating more and more will even become the tadpole's swimming place. The winter rain, let people happy and sad! Part V: Winter Winter is coming.
There are no flying snowflakes in the south, no three feet of cold ice, not to mention the glittering ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I love the birds in winter.
Look! The birds flew over with a smile and a laugh, chattering about last night's good dreams. I love these feathered singers.
Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; their singing tone is not complex, but playful. Listening to these new friends screaming, my footsteps will be lighter, the mood will be more pleasant ...... I love the coolness of the winter mornings and the mist.
Early in the morning, I walked to school, a cool breeze blew, as if to play with me. I took a deep breath, the air was so fresh! When I thought about it, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
But this is not the most favorite it, that fog is really fun! Fog, I happily jumped in the fog, as is the fairy in the clouds. A cool wind attacked again, the fog brushed into a small water droplets, give me a full drink of water.
Whenever this time, I am not angry with it, I can not help but laugh at myself - myself haha laugh up. Seeing this, you must think I love everything.
Not right la not right la! What? You ask me what I love most about winter? My favorite thing about winter is the thin frost! "Frost!" I exclaimed happily. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver glitter, like a ground of broken silver.
You must be wondering how a thin layer of frost can be compared to a field of snow? Then you are wrong about this frost.
2. to some kind of natural scenery as the object of writing an essay 800 wordsWinter, is a beautiful and pure day; winter, is a well-behaved and lovely child; and the countryside of winter, and what is unique? In the morning, the hazy fog floats in the air, the morning star has not yet disappeared, the sky is already overcast.
The distant hillock, the original green grass dried up, but also put on a snow-white cotton jacket, waiting for the spring to sprout again ...... morning, I came to the field, along the curved path all the way, both sides of the planted flowers and trees, but with the spring is very different, flowers and grasses are withered, the original sky-high trees. The leaves have fallen off. Only the pine tree is still verdant, thick trunk, it seems to be several people around to do.
He stood straight and straight, like a soldier of the People's Liberation Army guarding the border. At noon, the warmth of the sun like a lively and lovely little elves, kissing and caressing your face.
The frozen and shivering brook flows happily as before. The plums even showed their beauty: a delicate plum fluttered in the wind, and the bright green leaves drew out from the branches, as if the heavenly maiden came down to earth.
At night, it is the quietest time of the day. The wind doesn't blow, the stream doesn't run, and the whole countryside can hear even a pin drop.
In the deep blue sky there is a full moon and countless stars. The brightest of all is the North Star, which hangs in the sky, pointing out the way for the lost, really a lot of work! Winter is a season of shivering, but in the countryside, it is beautiful.
Part II: Snow snow, white snow, brought the news of winter, winter coat to winter, at a glance, boundless. The first snow this year, as if a piece of swan flew over, fly away, leaving behind the attachment, take away the hot summer.
The snow on the sky, sowing excitement, drifting to where, where there will be a piece of flying song. The song freezes the river, the flowing water ah also drowned by the snow song.
Everything listens to the snow song singing, the wind is sandwiched between the snow is marching in the song. The falling snow flakes are a note, fill the snow song spectrum; that actually open the plums, pink yellow red, decorated with the snowy song of emotion.
Whether you remember from the past, the innocent fairy tale, this light little elf, is the angel's feathers, is the fairy's tears, y hidden in the heart ah, how to discard it. Snow, as if the true love, for you to melt, for you to fall snow, as if mutiny, fade away.
Part III: Winter scenery winter comes, the original turquoise turned yellow, the original verdant sycamore tree turned yellow although so, but the winter scenery also has his beautiful side. Early in the morning, there will be a layer of white stuff on the trees, vegetables, what is that? Is it snow? No, that is the nature of this painter painted snow-white frost.
In addition to frost, you can also see the fog in the morning, the fog is sometimes like a fairy fluttering white ribbons, and sometimes like the sky god poured buttermilk general flow, floating, like a naughty doll, make people puzzled. There is a poem written: "The sword sharpens from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold."
In winter, there is also a kind of proudly standing, persevering flowers - plum blossom. Plum blossom with ice skin and jade bones, the cold to stay fragrant characteristics, high purity, strong, modest character, so that people are determined to strive for strength, learn his spirit.
At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to the winter. (Short literature network:) Part 4: winter rain winter rain, not to mention how familiar.
Sister winter rain descends on earth every day, making people happy and sad. The streets are both desolate and cold, basically deserted.
Winter sister's rain is a gentle rain, but the wind brother to make trouble, the original beautiful and romantic winter rain in the mouth of people become annoying. Once, I sat on my father's battery car, just when the sky was drizzling, but the wind was blowing.
I joked: "Sheepish rain with gusty winds, really 'a flower stuck in cow dung'!" Dad laughed a little. Because of the winter rain, the earth's sky has become dark, all you can hear is the sound of rain "ticking", the sound of rain "clattering", or the sound of trees being blown by the wind leaves swaying - - this sound in the rainy day, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind. -There are too many times when such sounds "visit" us on a rainy day! Every time it rains, everything gets wet and seems to take a bath in the wind.
But snakes, turtles, some hibernating animals do not accept this "bathing task", just want to be in the hole in the end of this cold winter. People can not help, and can not hibernate, can only think of ways to keep themselves warm, in the morning, there are no longer people get up early out of the morning exercise; at noon, although it is the hottest time of the day, but to the winter, it is not in line with the science; evening, the coldest time of the day, has been as silent as the forest ...... land is most common puddles, a foot step down, it will splash the countless step down, it will splash countless small splashes of water, splash in people's clothes, pants, so a careless, clothes pants wet.
Those small puddles of water, reflecting everything, accumulating more will even become the tadpole's swimming place. The winter rain, let people happy and sad! Part V: Winter Winter is coming.
There are no flying snowflakes in the south, no three feet of cold ice, not to mention the glittering ice sculptures. But I still love this beautiful winter! I love the birds in winter.
Look! The birds flew over with a smile and a laugh, chattering about last night's good dreams. I love these feathered singers.
Their feathers are not rich in color, but delicate and soft; their singing tone is not complex, but playful. Listening to these new friends screaming, my footsteps will be lighter, the mood will be more pleasant ...... I love the coolness of the winter mornings and the mist.
Early in the morning, I walked to school, a cool breeze blew, as if to play with me. I took a deep breath, the air was so fresh! When I thought about it, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
But this is not the most favorite it, that fog is really fun! Fog, I happily jumped in the fog, as is the fairy in the clouds. A cool wind attacked again, the fog brushed into a small water droplets, give me a full drink of water.
Whenever this time, I am not angry with it, I can not help but laugh at myself - myself haha laugh up. Seeing this, you must think I love everything.
Not right la not right la! What? You ask me what I love most about winter? My favorite thing about winter is the thin frost! "Frost!" I exclaimed happily. The ground has been covered with a thin layer of frost, silver glitter, like a ground of broken silver.
You must be wondering how a thin layer of frost can be compared to a field of snow? Then you are wrong about this frost.
3.Example 1: The Wild Woods On the island of Hainan, I climbed the high peaked ridge.
Look at that vast, deep, ocean-like sea of forests, reckless, layer after layer, with the boundless green waves, across the eyes, the mood is how rough, when we enter the forest, look at the vine winding, fern bushes, across the forest wall as a tent, as deep as the abyss of the forest grottoes, as dense as a pile pile of forest trunks, but also make people fall into a hazy sense of mystery. This subtropical forest is rich in wildness.
I see here the force of the sketch and life drawing. Wildness is not a symbol of force! How well Shelley's famous line says: "All things, because of the laws of nature, must merge in one spirit."
I, however, saw the momentum of nature's divine brush from the forest. Its iron stroke and silver hook stubborn and strong, without the spirit of the ancient as one, there can not be the breeding of all things.
Each seed falls into the soil is the force of the sprout, and then it is powerful to grow. You see, every tree is upright and high, without the slightest hint of a leisurely escape, and without the slightest sign of hesitation and hesitation.
They are just trying their best to grow upwards, towards the sky, towards the rain, towards the sun. It is clear that in this dense forest, they are not easy to grow, in the youth is obviously very hard, and there has been a force of competition and struggle between each other.
Look at the Sedum hugging the slope palm, and the banyan's aerial roots strangling another large tree, and yet they have finally grown.
So, I seem to hear the heartbeat of the mountain forest from these vigorous vitality, and see the most wonderful carving power of the treasures. The wild forest has the most pure and simple beauty.
It is unpretentious, neither morbid nor deformed. It is so thick, rich and variegated because it encompasses, accumulates and blends the finest species, textures and character of the forest from ancient times to the present.
The tree ferns and palm trees that flourished thousands of years ago, known as living fossils, are still alive. There are over a thousand species of trees and herbs in just over 20,000 acres of forest.
Is this not thick and rich enough? The green heather stem is as thin as a staff, the diameter of the Ushu fern is as thick as a rafter, and the Huangtong is as tall as the sky. Pavement centipede low and feet, alpine cattail leaves as large as umbrellas, five columns of wood green and red, chicken vine fruit pattern of five colors, kiwi square and round, is it not enough colorful and beautiful? However, this is a thousand forms are rich in the original beauty, each tree is glittering with the glory of life, thriving color.
Spring light, summer rain, autumn winds, winter frost are for them to light makeup, so that the forest guards feel: spring color new, promote people uplifting; summer color warmth, teach people comfortable; autumn color gold, people happy; winter color condensation, make people firm. They are also like the trees in the forest, in love with the land, deep-rooted.
The further we went in, we only felt the heavier the color of green, the stronger the smell of earth, and the more fascinating the wildlife all over the place. We can hear the love for the forest from the birds, the love for the forest from the mountain elves, the love for the forest from the birds, the love for the forest from the hoofprints of the deer, the leopard, the mountain apes, the yellow monkeys, the pheasants, the pythons, the jungle warriors, and the love of the native land.
When we reached the center of the forest, over the murmuring springs, the tip of the trees on the wonders of our head. At the top of the wood, a variety of hanging orchids such as bonsai low hanging, broken bones like flowers scattered, bird arena ferns on the support of the clouds, green, green, red, white, purple exotic flowers and grasses in the tip of the tree to fight for beauty, composed of a bizarre air garden.
Ah! Alpine surplus, forest green, exotic flowers colorful, we can actually trace from here to the ancient forest that thousands of landscapes, so that our sense of beauty to the height of wisdom rise. Finally, I see hope from the force and beauty.
They are not banal, nor are they tame; they appear rude and reckless, but they are vigorous. Isn't wildness a daring and indomitable character? The characteristics of this valuable quality can be found everywhere here.
See, all the trees believe that they have the ability to stand in the forest of trees, they never give up for a moment on the pursuit of light and heat. The pioneering species flew in on the wind and took root.
No matter how long the years may be, they can be renewed by their own strength for generations to come. The wild forest gives us the revelation of strength, the idea of beauty, the inspiration and spur of hope.
Though we have traveled for days, we have felt only fresh joy and no weariness.
This essay celebrates the vibrant "wild beauty" of the subtropical forest by depicting a spectacular view of the forest.
This is the general conceptualization of the landscape prose.
This article is very characteristic of the scenery, the author of the scenery and feelings into one, with full of *** language description of the scenery, to the forest with a strong emotional color, the image of the performance of the "wild" vitality. The scene is written using a variety of techniques, such as these lines: "green nan dry thin like a staff, Ushu fern diameter thick as rafters, Huangtong can be high up in the sky.
Pavement centipede low and feet, alpine cattail leaves as large as umbrellas, five columns of wood green and red, chicken vine fruit pattern of five colors, kiwi square and round, is it not enough colorful and beautiful?" A series of simile, hyperbole, draw shape and color, really form and spirit. Example 2 People are the world's wisest animals, but once trapped by a variety of "feelings", and then wise, sharp eyes will become dull.
People are the world's most will use the brain of the animal, but once the complexity of the "emotion" trapped, then, thinking rationality can only be subjugated to the blind intuition. Adoration, let a person "blood boiling", not only love the old house, and even love the strange and ugly crows parked on the roof! No, how can I say "ugly"? In the eyes of his admirer, he saw a golden, stunning fire phoenix! "What foolish, clumsy thoughts, no, that's great philosophy."
Thus, the vulgar verse also became immortal chapter, malicious behavior "into" a kind of help ...... emotional closeness to the serpent into a beautiful woman, the poisonous wine into agar. But when you hate a person, you begin to hostile to everything related to it.
So maybe it really is the phoenix, in your eyes.
4. Write an essay on the topic of natural sceneryThe life of a tree
The life of a tree is cyclical, everything goes on silently. Spring, summer, fall and winter, blossom and fall, clouds and clouds, life will continue unintentionally, the tree is also in the years and years to repeat its life.
There is a tree outside my window, a very common one, which has been around for more than twenty years. I often stand by the window and admire it, watching the flowers blossom and fall, the leaves green and yellow. Patiently read the life of the tree, read out some uncharted feelings.
The vitality of spring
Spring, everything should be about the recovery, the window of the tree also woke up, it stretched, and found his body full of vitality. Any gentle spring breeze caressing its skin, it comfortably sneezed, but accidentally shook out a body full of green shoots; it whistles with the spring breeze, laughing recklessly at the sunshine, looking at their own personalized clothes, jumping up and down waltz. Spring tree, it chose the vitality, chose to grow. Like a lively teenager, innocent and sunny.
Summer ***
The spring breeze bath, so that the tree outside the window wrapped in a layer of green veil; summer sunshine more so that it becomes a dazzling bright green, an upward color. The fiery earth, everything is a prisoner of the sun. The tree outside the window, on the other hand, seemed to challenge the sun's hideousness; it longed to be strong and healthy, to be upwardly mobile. Its trunk was tall and straight, its branches thick and strong, its leaves coated in a dark green. The struggle with the sun it chose charm, chose to mature, as robust youth, *** and confident.
The beauty of autumn
In the experience of the fire, the tree ushered in the peak of its life, and the wind of autumn, the tree outside the window is still insisting on, full of gold to make it more charming. But what is predestined by God cannot be changed, and the conduct of life must come to an end. Leaves at just the right time, fluttering down, like a yellow butterfly swirling, with a lingering slow drift down. Each piece is a kind of life, each piece carries a return to mother earth. Return to the arms of the soil, waiting for the next year's regeneration, this time the tree is quiet, calm, it chose to return, chose to dedication, such as the wisdom of the old man, persistent and rational.
In the vigor, ***, return, the tree completed its cycle. And our life is not so? The beauty of the atmosphere of life, the wisdom of human nature, each stage has its special charm. The youthful vigor of teenagers, young people's struggle and courage, the twilight of the calm and rational, in covering so many special marks, our life is just like the life of the tree. At this time you realize that the existence of life itself is a miracle in heaven and earth. This is my sense of the tree, but also of life, the sense of nature.
5. Write an essay on the topic of "natural scenery"Rain is my favorite natural scenery.
She is like a shower gel, washing the world clean and spotless; she is also like a pistachio, washing away my worries and sorrows, so that I can have happiness again. "Rumble, rumble, rumble", this familiar sound makes me overjoyed - the rain is coming.
She came with a gong, a drum, and a gleeful visit. Look! Here she comes! Falling from the sky like a crystal clear pearl.
Oh, it's her meet-and-greet gift to me. They were saying hello to me, "Hi, it's been a long time, I've missed you, and God was kind enough to send me to see you!" They fell in the fields, in the river; popped up on the leaves, on the tips of the grass; fell on the main road ...... They were like mothers bathing their beloved children, patiently, gently, occasionally harshly, but not for long, and then returned to their kind faces.
"The passing of time is like the passing of time." How quickly time passes.
The rain is gone. Leaving behind a refreshed world.
The grass on the roadside is more and more green, is showing off their beautiful posture it; flowers have also changed into a mesmerizing colorful clothes, washed once stained, to the sunshine greedily stretched; frogs croak singing ...... sky is more blue, the clouds are more white, the rainbow came out, and the birds flew in the blue sky, chattering and chattering. . The whole world is a holy, pregnant with life, pregnant with beauty, pregnant with hope ...... Rain, my favorite! You sweep away all the dirt in the world, and re-display a world so beautiful, we thank you.
6. Seek a composition 600 words please to the natural scenery around the object, make up your own title, set your own intention to writeFar away from the hustle and bustle of the city, into the lush forest, sniffing the sweet smell of soil and grass, listening to the insects and birds, looking at the bees and butterflies and insects crawling, the beauty of these unique nature occupies our minds ... ... As Guo Feng, the author of "Birdsong on the Empty Mountain", quietly walks into the mountains to get close to nature with his heart, listening to the loud, clear, and pleasant bird sounds like a clear stream murmuring through the mountains, which is so pure, natural, and pleasant to the ear.
I like nature, I am willing to close to it with my heart, to feel its beauty. Maybe you like the busy city, like the city neon lights flashing out of that rich and romantic.
However, nature has its own unique beauty, which can make your city worries in the natural and fresh wind drift away. Nature can not only give you the beauty of leisure, but also give you wisdom and knowledge.
There you can understand a variety of insects, ants, birds and animals, know a variety of exotic flowers and plants, when you understand everything everything, you will find that the original you think boring nature, but contains so many wonderful things, how intoxicating ah! Throughout history, how many of the literati with a leisurely leisurely living in the mountains and forests, intoxicated by the interest of nature. And modern people in the busy city life, may also have time to contact the nature, so that its heart and your heart tightly connected, with our most devout heart to treat nature.
Feel the pure sound of birds, fresh air, turquoise trees, tile blue blue sky ...... let yourself busy, tired body and mind, in the embrace of nature, easy a round it! Writing these words rich in true feelings, leisurely feelings from the word through the lines, the ears can not help but ring a burst and a burst of crisp, soft and beautiful bird sounds ....
7. to write a composition on the subject of natural scenery 700 wordsBlue sky; like the cries of the seagulls in the sky .
Like the sea; like to see the sea with the most intimate friends; like to see the sea with the most sincere relatives.
Like the sea, like sitting on the beach to see the sea, like the tide, like the surging sea.
I hope one day I can live next to the sea. Live in a two-story small shell house, watching the sea.
The sea, can make people free, can forget the unpleasant things. From now on, I will be a positive and courageous person.
I hope that one day I can sit on the beach with my favorite person and count the stars back to back. The beautiful night sky, only the stars can overhear our heartfelt words, only the stars can witness our sincerity.
Listen to the sea, can and favorite people listen to the sound of the sea, that I must be the world's happiest people. Listening to you tell every touching story, listening to you play every wonderful symphony, listening to the sound of laughter on the sea.
I hope that one day I can sit on the balcony of the shell house with my loved ones and enjoy the moon over the sea. Let's enjoy a happy evening with our loved ones and talk about everything from childhood to adulthood.
Kiss the sea, please allow me to hold the sea water, gently kiss it. For its softness, it is truly adorable.
I hope that one day, when I am old and have a head of pale silver hair, I can still stand on the beach with my best friend and sing for our former youth.
Like the sea, simple reason, should not be guessed by others. Only the sea knows that this is our secret.
The sea of love, can you tell me why you often cry is not complaining that I have not been put in your heart
The sea of love, is not the love of tears often tell you that her heart is so sad
The bottle floating on the surface of the sea is the thoughts she left behind, or she told you to keep the memories
The golden beach of every lonely man, the sea is the only place where you can see the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love, the sea of love.
The golden sandy beach accompanies you on every lonely night, so that you never feel lonely. The people on the beach let you share every joy with them on every happy day.
Are you tired? The calmness after the tide is what tells people that you want to take a break.
I love the sea, I love everything about the sea.
I would like to have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in the spring.
8. Please write an essay on a common scene in your daily lifeDaffodils
I love flowers, and there are many of them, but the one I love the most is daffodils. I love daffodils, not only because of the daffodils charm peculiar, elegant and fresh, fragrant intoxicating, but also more in it has a tenacious vitality and do not compete with the hundred flowers of the spirit of the season.
Narcissus, known as the "Narcissus of the Wave", does have a moving body and elegant charm, so that people fall in love at first sight, as long as there is a little bit of water on a small stone, it will be drawn out a number of tender green leaves. Do not you fertilize, as long as not add some water, to the Spring Festival around the time, in the turquoise leaves, will be staggered between the opening of several small white flawless flowers. The flowers embedded in a bunch of thin golden stamens, exudes a strong fragrance. The clusters of white-as-snow daffodils, supported by long stems and lined with green leaves, are so fresh. A gust of wind blew, the small flowers nodded their heads, this daffodil seems to be a fairy, wearing a crystal dress, dancing on it, making people happy and mesmerized.
Daffodils grow in winter, it stands proudly in the water above the stone, no matter how cold it is, still leaves and flowers, full of vitality, with tenacious vitality; it does not compete with the flowers, and in the cold winter to send people the intoxicating aroma, appearing to be more and more spiritual, more upright.
Daffodils are beautiful! I love daffodils!