Blips
Only once have I seen a blip open, and the feeling, poignant and magnificent.
A **** of five pots lined one side of the hall.
Cylindrical main branch, proudly upright. The branches are numerous and radial, with buds about to open in splendor hanging loftily from them.
My friend and I sat in the hall, drinking tea and talking.
The tea was originally sweet, and the conversation was originally congenial; but tonight, the whole heart went to the blossoms, and the mood was a little agitated, a little excited, and a little uneasy. Therefore, the tea in the mouth becomes tasteless; the words in the ear become monotonous. There is a sentence without a sentence chat, and finally, simply closed mouth.
And so on.
In total silence.
After midnight, there was still no movement at all. Consciousness drifted into a semi-haze. Suddenly, a very slight, very slight sound rang out, "[Snap, snap, snap.] It seemed like the sound a butterfly makes when it lifts its wings to fly. Quickly opening my eyes, the blossoms in the pot, brilliantly, splendidly, rapturously, uninhibitedly opened. I look, I smell, I marvel.
Standing on the branch of the blossom, looking at the posture, proud of extraordinary.
It enjoys the love of the world.
However, at the very moment when the beautiful scenery is so beautiful, the rooster crows, and it's time to die. It is not necessary to stay and struggle, it quickly withered.
The crowd sighed with pity.
I am the only one who envies it.
It comes and goes in splendor.
Life is the shortest, and not a drop of it is wasted.
2. A compilation of essays about the opening process of the blipI once had the pleasure of seeing the opening of the blip with my own eyes, which is a fleeting beauty, and a kind of nameless poignancy and sadness.
The blossom only opens in the dead of night, in order to be able to witness its precious moment, I quietly wait beside it. The full moon in the sky, gradually, my eyes become blurred, I vaguely heard a ringing, the sound is very weak, very soft, as if out of the cocoon of colorful butterflies, patting the wings, wings to fly, "snap ...... snap ...... snap ...... "I immediately opened my eyes, I know that the moment I waited for finally arrived, I rubbed my eyes hard. Blossom opened, in the kelp-like green leaves between the mouth, delicate buds are slightly trembling, tube skirt like flower support, can not gather the rich alabaster-like buds, gradually cracked open; snow-white petals from the middle of the flower support gently probed out, a piece of, two, three ...... and then into a bundle of bunches of golden-yellow stamens lifelike upright, the middle of the A columnar stamen high up ...... petals layer by layer to separate, open into a round big white flower. By the light of the moon, only to see its white petals delicate and smooth, like alabaster as exquisite, how delicate, how attractive, how lovely!
Flower face is a world of youth, but this flower is different, its talent and ambition is extremely secret, and therefore chose the silent night, not bother to compete with the red dust in the day. Its character is extremely strong, it is elegant and vulgar, not only intentionally avoid the surrounding prosperity, and even despise the lively, like cold. However, "the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk." Its smile has been gradually difficult to sustain originally snow-white as silver petals, light splashes, and now it is as pale as paper, only vaguely reveals some of the bones of the charm. It no longer do fearlessly stay and struggle, quietly went away.
I sigh it, I also envy it, because it is brilliant to come, brilliant to go. Life is indeed so! Many brilliant times, as if a flash in the pan. The moment the flower opens, completely unaware of their reopening, and then wandering in the dream, more unaware of their own in the dream. Only the dream wakes up and the flowers wither, only to know the past. Life is the shortest, should not waste a little drop, the quality of life does not lie in the length but in the thickness - this is the true meaning of life!
3. Essay on AzaleaA few weeks ago, my grandmother brought me a pot of Azalea. The leaves of the blossom grew right on top of another leaf, which made me feel strange. I looked up the information and found out that this is not a real leaf, but is called a "leafy stem". After a few days, purple dots grew on the leaves, and I asked my mom, "Do blossoms have purple leaves?" I asked my mom, "Do blossoms have purple leaves?" My mom looked at it and said, "This is not a leaf, it's a bud." How strange that the buds were growing on the edge of the leaves. After a few more days, I noticed that the bud was a little bigger and asked, "When will it bloom?" Mom said, "The flower blooms when the buds are up." Two days later, the whole bud was up, and I remembered that the text said that the blossom opens at about 9:00 p.m. Will it open tonight?
At night, I stood quietly in front of the blossom and waited, and around nine o'clock, the blossom did open. The blossom's receptacle bloomed a small mouth, revealing some white petals, and there was a shy princess hidden inside, embarrassed to poke her head out. It seemed to be full of curiosity about the world. She gradually pulled the layer of petals, wow, more than one "Princess", which "Princess" wearing beige clothes, with a burst of fragrance.
Blossoms complete open, in the moonlight, the purple tube skirt like flower support wrapped around the white flowers and yellow stamens, yellow and white, really beautiful. A breeze blew by, the flowers slightly trembling, a wisp of fragrance to the face. It is really tempting and lovely. Beautiful blip, with amazing speed miraculously blossomed, one after another, quietly emitting a refreshing fragrance.
Later, I learned that blossoms also have high medicinal value and can relieve coughs and reduce phlegm. It turns out that the blossom not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has good medicinal value.
4. Short Essay on BlossomsThe Beauty of Blossoms
Not long ago, a pot of blossoms that I took good care of died while I was on a business trip.
I went back to my room and touched the wilted leaves. It was a very painful experience. The yellowed and shriveled branches and leaves had no breath of life left.
Suddenly, as if it were alive, it caressed me back, and I was thrilled that it was still alive!
Suddenly, it seemed to come back to me as if it were alive, and I was thrilled that it was still alive, but then I didn't feel anything.
We have been together for several months, but it didn't even say goodbye to me, it quietly left, I was so heartbroken. I remember when I took him home.
It was a big, big, big flower market, and I was pacing around in the greenhouse-type trellises that were packed with people. People who knew each other and did not know each other greeted each other with a look, perhaps taught by the beings of the other world, a piece of goodness and calm.
Dazzled by the colorful flowers, green leaves, and strong trunks, I was already a bit distracted, and not sure what flower or plant I wanted to take home, but decided to just look. Blossoms!
In a man-made field, a patch of blossoms grew subject to the official's fear of pew pew consumption with the sea bracket extraordinarily lush, a kind of youthful green and vitality thickly covered me.
I stopped walking, squatted down, and gently rubbed my hand over the drops of green.
Naturally, I took care of it, replacing the soil - blackened clay from a rice paddy not far away - with a porcelain pot much larger and prettier than the one I have now, carefully shaking off the original soil that was wrapped around the roots, and then re-planting it in the new pot. It started to grow in my home.
Looking at it after work and talking to it (I call caressing its leaves talking) became my daily routine, and I almost got into the habit of doing so, and if I was busy and left it out, I felt like I had done something wrong, and I felt uneasy, and I had to make up for it the next day. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
One day at 1:00 am, I was on the network idle, seemed to hear a very light very light sound, I looked sideways, I was stunned: my blossom blossom! I was so excited. I've only heard people talk about how blossoms open up, but I've never seen one with my own eyes.
How many times have I wished that my own blossom would open in front of me one day?
I've been hoping that my own blossoms would open up in front of me one day, and they did, but I'm not sure they did.
I was so excited and full of joy that I held it in my hand as if I were holding my beloved lover in my arms, admiring the beauty and delicacy. The next morning, I woke up, I ran to the balcony impatiently, I thought it would be more beautiful than when it opened, but what I saw was not what I expected to see, it was actually thankful, only the leaves are still so green, but also a little tired look.
Oh, this is a "flash in the pan"? I clearly feel a kind of loss, a kind of melancholy oil rise, the heart is filled with deep loneliness. Its flowers withered, that is its success or its failure, or my failure? I think.
Compared with its counterparts, its beautiful bloom is only a brief moment, but how long has it been brewing for this absolutely short splendor? My wait, my care is not worth it? I asked. Oh, no! It was grateful for my care and determined to return the favor.
It gathered all the essence, burst out in a flash, exhausted all the strength, but put the love in the heart, began the next burst of accumulation. It ignores people's complaints, it knows what it is for and brilliant, it knows in this colorful world, it belongs to its master, because he loves it.
It does not care if such splendor is eternal, it wants to put in the effort, it is eager to reach the ultimate beauty, even if it is lost. After the splendor of the return to calm, calm and then again brilliant, then, brilliant or calm, are not all the elements of its life and love of eternity? Because, in fact, the bloom of the flower is just a burst of love in its heart, love will not die because of the fading of the flower, still in the heart.
But my blossom, at this point, no longer has the power to interpret life and love, it seems to be in the sprint after the glory of the sudden collapse, I can still look forward to its next time? No, no! I couldn't believe that it would leave without saying goodbye, and I believed that I could bring it back to life. I decided to try.
5. Essay on blossomsBlossoms are perennial shrubby leafless succulent plants, up to five meters high, with old stems cylindrical and rod-shaped, the rest flattened and leafy, with long internodes, 15 to 40 centimeters long, 6 centimeters wide, undulate margins, green; old stems lignified, with divergent pinnatifid branches; the whole plant is smooth, glabrous, and thornless. Flowers are borne singly in the hollows on the leafy stems from May to November each year; the hollows with flower buds do not twig, and if they do twig, they do not bear flower buds. Flowers bloom at night, white and elegant, fragrant. The base of the flower tube is brownish, and hangs on the parent plant for several days after withering. The sepals are numerous and finely linear, and the petals are numerous and long and spatulate. The stamens are also numerous, and the stigma multilobed.
Blossoms usually bloom in the summer and fall when it's quiet at night, which is when the blossoms show their beauty. At night around 9 o'clock is the time when it opens up the most charming appearance, the purple flower stalk flat hold up a very large blossom, white petals neatly wrapped layer by layer, heavy heavy pressure branch want to break the flowers trembling and trembling. In the trembling, the petals slowly open and unfold, revealing a beautiful face. Dense and fine white filaments from the core of the flower out of the rotation, the top of the filaments is a yellow slightly enlarged anthers, this is the stamen. The pistil of the blossom is very special, surrounded by the stamens, slightly thicker than the filaments, also white, especially the stigma at the top, a small white flower similar to a chrysanthemum. Elegant, white, and delicate, it tilts its head proudly and blooms. The whole flower is graceful, elegant, fragrant and radiant. Therefore, it enjoys the reputation of "beauty under the moon". Interestingly, when the flower gradually unfolded, after 1-2 hours and slowly withered, the whole process only about 4 hours. Therefore, there is a "short-lived" said.
Why do blossoms bloom at night? This strange flowering characteristics from its origin of climate and geographic features to talk about. It grows in the tropical desert from Mexico to Brazil in America. The climate there is dry and hot, but at night it is much cooler. Night flowering, can avoid strong sun exposure; shorten the flowering time, and can greatly reduce the loss of water, conducive to its survival. So that it can continue its life. So over time, the characteristics of blossoming at night for a short period of time have been gradually formed, and have been passed down from generation to generation.
6. Description of the blossom paragraph (urgent, online, etc.It was in the summer June a starry night, as if the blossom can not stand the cold, neglected feeling, decided to release the years of accumulated nutrients - bloom, to impress everyone.
This new thing that we have never seen before attracted the attention of the whole family at once, we did not blink, patiently and carefully observed the blossom's every move. We watched the blossoms patiently and carefully, and saw one subtle change after another as time went by.
Gradually, gradually the blossom grew from small to large, becoming a huge, white, flawless flower. From a distance, it looks like a piece of pure and beautiful jade, but also like a young girl, gently touched with the hand, soft as if a piece of silk in general, can be called "the world's first wonder".
After a while, the petals slowly open, like a jade tight mouth "cup", from the top, as if floating inside a thin veil, a sesame seed size yellow stamens out of the flower, unique style. At the same time slightly exudes a burst of fresh and elegant fragrance, the first time I found than what flowers smell good, I was y intoxicated by it! But after a few hours the beautiful petals shrank.
7. Writing about the blossomAmong the many exotic flowers, my favorite is the blossom.
One hot summer night, I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of a call to "see the blossoms". I rushed into the crowd and saw that the blossoms were blooming! In the kelp-like green leaves of the depression, a delicate bud is slightly trembling. The tube skirt-like receptacle could not hide the rich jade-colored buds, split into a band of light purple and pink, the snow-white petals lightly relaxed jade arms, the receptacle fluttered like a fairy's colored silk. Then, bundles and bundles of beige filaments slowly bloomed out, the center of the Chinese watch-like styles high up ...... beautiful blossoms with amazing speed miraculously blossomed, spit out a rich fragrance.
"It's beautiful!" The neighbor's big sister standing beside me exclaimed. Her words made me think y, and I couldn't help but recite Bing Xin's poem:
The flower of success,
People only admire her present bright color!
However, her buds,
soaked with tears of struggle,
sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.
I heard someone say that the home of the blossom is the Mexican desert. In ancient times, there was plenty of rain and a mild climate. The blip grew carefree, just like any other plant. Later, due to changes in the earth's climate, the blossom's homeland received less and less rain, and eventually became an arid desert. Many beautiful flowers disappeared from the ground with sadness. But the blossom not only survived tenaciously, but also y rooted in the barren land, and became the vanguard warrior calling for the greening of the desert. It developed itself while transforming nature. Its thick fleshy stems and leaves that are capable of storing large amounts of water, and its waxed skin that prevents water from evaporating, are not eloquent evidence of struggle and evolution? And yet, how many know that she has spilled the blood and rain of sacrifice to produce such a brightly colored flower?
"As good as the blip is, it's a pity it's only a flash in the pan!" The elder sister lamented, and the onlookers nodded and sighed. Indeed, the blip withered in a while. Looking at it, somehow, my eyes gradually blurred, and then appeared a clearer and clearer picture: in the vastness of the desert, a hungry and thirsty traveler collapsed on the hot sand. Late at night, a fragrance woke him from his stupor. He opens his eyes, but finds nothing. He crawled toward the place where the aroma had come from. The scent of the flowers grew stronger, and not far away, under the shadow of the moon, there opened a trail of snowy blossoms; he excitedly jumped over to the blossoms, and carefully picked up this "snow" in the desert, and pressed it to his dry and cracked lips, and although his throat was too dry to make a sound, in his heart he said: "Thank you, blossoms! It is you who have chased away death from my side and given me courage." The blossom withered away with a satisfied smile as if it had accomplished a great mission. The traveler treasured the "benefactor" that had enlightened him in his bosom, and mashed its leaves on his sand-scalded skin, and moved forward to the oasis in front of him. ......
The blip blossom looks weak at first glance, but I don't know how much it hides in its weak appearance. It is not only in the struggle to perfect itself, but also in the struggle of the It is not only in the struggle to continuously improve themselves, and give people the nourishment of life and the encouragement of the will. Blip is gorgeous, but it is only willing to open quietly in the dead of night, no one to show off the intention, not to compete with the sisters of the flower country. It sends out a wisp of fragrance, so that the hard work of the day's builders, in the heat of the summer night sleep more sweet. But it never take credit, when people wake up from a sleep, it has long been hiding without a trace. Although it is a hundred flowers in the bushes in a hurry, but like a shooting star: in order to light up the night sky, bursting out all the heat and light!
I look at the blip only this time, but its beautiful image has left a permanent memory in my mind, every holiday, I always love to go to the garden to give it soil, weed. I also often dreamed that I was transformed into a blip, open for the motherland, and spit out the fragrance for human beings.
8. Essay on Blip To be someone's experienceBlip
Perching in the forest of buildings, through the bustling crowd, we can see a lot of people exuding a different kind of light. They may be as bright and colorful as roses, with a flair for individuality; or as elegant as Nymphaea, with an alertness and intelligence; or as cold as a plum, with a smile for the snow and the wind, which is sung by many people.------
But what I appreciate is the most simple blossom of the blossom, the blossom of the night. She opened in the quiet of the night without words, fleeting, without waiting for people to wake up, but left a lasting fragrance to the dreamer.
Shu Ting is one of the short-lived flowers. "My sadness because of your illumination, rising a circle of faint wheel of light." Her blossoming, the Hui'an women's "amber eyes" burning with fiery anticipation, "soft waist" girded with ancient tribal silver jewelry; she in the sound of silver jingling "listening to the salty sea breeze and tide covered by the In the tinkling of silver, she "listens to the tremors and whispers of the ages, masked by the salty sea breeze and the tides", and she is unswervingly concerned with the fate of women in the modern commercial world. She would like to be a singing iris, refusing to "accompany the lonely guitar, turning the calendar back page by page", "the memory rubbing the soul's container with an extra leaf", that is the last elegy she sang; in the dead of night. She sang the most simple blossom of the blip: cold and warm know themselves not to have to do not seek manna. She painted the beginning of spring of women's poetry with pen colors, and the paper bloomed with the simplicity and brightness of daylight.
Tai Lihua is one of the short-lived flowers. She climbed from the trough of misfortune to the pinnacle of art, which is a process from germination to blooming. The blossom of the blossom itself is a beautiful dance, in the silence, showing the vigor of life, she sketched the human nature between the arms of the noble, a simple woman for us to present a magnificent miracle, to give us a shock to the soul. This simple bloom is the most beautiful.
I was touched by Shu Ting's "self-awareness" and Tai Lihua's "silent sound" and marveled. There are so many other amazing blooms in the blossoms.
Writer An Yiru, unwilling to be mediocre, do not bow to the fate of the crippled, in the quiet days, with the rhetorical beauty of the rhetoric once again interpreted the depth of the ancient poems and music, so that they have a different charm; singer Yang Guang, his eyes gave him the darkness, but he used his voice to find the light, and ultimately make the life of the overflowing with a bright light; martial arts man Ip Man, do not care about fame and fortune, and with the strength of the arms lifting up China's Kung Fu plaque, in the light of the world's most famous martial arts master. Kung Fu plaque, in the indifferent place to live an optimistic life ------
Their lives can not be eternal, their times in the long river of history is nothing but a fleeting moment, they are in the wordless blossom, open up the most simple beauty, do not care whether someone to appreciate, even if the zero fall, their fragrance will also be diffused in the eternity ------
They use the most simple way
9. Blossom blossom surprise essay 200 wordsThe blossom on the balcony has grown into a very large bud and will bloom tonight. I remember that in that revolutionary era, people did not approve of the way the blip lived. There was a popular saying at the time, "I wish to be a green pine that never grows old, not a blip that appears for a while". Almost at the same time when we were building our own nest, we got a leaf from a friend by chance, so we looked for a pot, inserted a branch, and it grew smoothly into a full-grown plant and became a member of our family. It stayed with us for many years. I didn't really care much about it at all, and it grew quietly in an environment that I didn't pay much attention to. Soon it began to surprise me every summer. I remembered that when I first watched the blossoms bloom in a military camp deep in the mountains, I moved the pots into the house in the evening, prepared my camera, and waited to capture the moment when the blossoms gradually opened. One time, when there were so many ripe blossoms, we were so excited that we put the pots in the yard, turned on the lights, and asked our neighbors to come and see the flowers with us. It so happened that a small article appeared in the newspaper, saying that the blossoms of a certain family in a certain place had 16 blossoms. At that time, I was not convinced that it was not unusual, my blossoms bloomed 17 in one go! Later on, I became more and more fond of blossoms. My heart is always unfair for it: who made such a "short-lived" word, and who evolved it into a pejorative word that describes a flower that can't last, can't last long? What's wrong with concentrating all its efforts on splendor? Why must it be the pine that deserves praise? Besides, there are many similar things in the world, such as shooting stars, explosives and even rockets, aren't they all brilliant for a moment? It is even shorter than a flash in the pan! Now, it's an era of diversified values and the pursuit of equality. Pines and blips don't necessarily mean inferiority or superiority, do they? In fact, I think the blip is really worthy of praise: it is both the evergreen tree, but also the most beautiful flowers; it does not fall leaves, do not pollute the environment is very environmentally friendly; from the proportion of branches and flowers, it is the largest flowers, it is very best; and, you care about it does not matter how much fertilizer and water, it grows very tenacious, it does not compete for favor but also very dutiful, when the time comes to blossom on time. To be honest, I feel guilty. Because, I often forget to give it watering, other care is not even talk about. I was ashamed every time it quietly bloomed. I also often think a lot from it. I respect it ---- blip. The blip on the balcony has grown into a very large bud and will bloom tonight. I remember in those revolutionary times, people didn't approve of the way the blossom lived. There was a popular saying at the time, called "I wish to be a green pine that never grows old, not a fleeting flower". Almost at the same time when we were building our own nest, we got a leaf from a friend by chance, so we looked for a pot, inserted a branch, and it grew smoothly into a full-grown plant and became a member of our family. It stayed with us for many years. I didn't really care much about it at all, and it grew quietly in an environment that I didn't pay much attention to. Soon it began to surprise me every summer. I remembered that when I first watched the blossoms bloom in a military camp deep in the mountains, I moved the pots into the house in the evening, prepared my camera, and waited to capture the moment when the blossoms gradually opened. One time, when there were so many ripe blossoms, we were so excited that we put the pots in the yard, turned on the lights, and asked our neighbors to come and see the flowers with us. It so happened that a small article appeared in the newspaper, saying that the blossoms of a certain family in a certain place had 16 blossoms. At that time, I was not convinced that it was not unusual, my blossoms bloomed 17 in one go! Later on, I became more and more fond of blossoms. My heart is always unfair for it: who made such a "short-lived" word, and who evolved it into a pejorative word that describes a flower that can't last, can't last long? What's wrong with concentrating all its efforts on splendor? Why must it be the pine that deserves praise? Besides, there are many similar things in the world, such as shooting stars, explosives and even rockets, aren't they all brilliant for a moment? It is even shorter than a flash in the pan! Now, it's an era of diversified values and the pursuit of equality. Pines and blips don't have to represent the noble and the lowly, the good and the bad, do they? In fact, I think the blip is really worthy of praise: it is both the evergreen tree, but also the most beautiful flowers; it does not fall leaves, do not pollute the environment is very environmentally friendly; from the proportion of branches and flowers, it is the largest flowers, it is very best; and, you care about it does not matter how much fertilizer and water, it grows very tenacious, it does not compete for favor but also very dutiful, when the time comes to blossom on time. To be honest, I feel guilty. Because, I often forget to give it watering, other care is not even talk about. I was ashamed every time it quietly bloomed. I also often think a lot from it. I quite respect it ---- blossom .