Flowers, as an ornamental plant and moody pleasure, if there is no green leaves, there is no flower fragrance. The following is my compilation of beautiful excerpts about flowers, welcome to read.
The beautiful excerpts about flowers 1
The wife likes flowers, not just to see, but also to serve. The flowers that she tended to were always thriving and flourishing. Then it will bloom colorful, elegant, quite beautiful, graceful? A flower, a cluster of flowers to come. Flowers bloom most vigorously in the summer, my small yard beautiful purple and red, dark fragrance.
Long afternoons, my wife always likes to linger alone in the flowers. Loosening the soil, fertilizer, catching insects? A pot of pots to scrutinize, a branch of a leaf to touch. It is not always busy, and sometimes it is a long time to sit in a daze, but the eyes are only on the flower branches.
People on the street know that his wife loves flowers and has many flowers. Women do most of the housework early in the morning or in the morning. After lunch, perhaps there is leisure, there are always two or three or three or five will come to the yard. They knew I was taking a nap, so they kept their voices down, but they couldn't hide their excitement, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, and whispered at the same time. After a while, the voices were gone. I knew they had left, perhaps with a small pot of flowers or a few seedlings from their wives. I can't hear the sound, but I can imagine my wife's smile of contentment.
Today, she asked for a small bag of flower soil from the flower room, I looked out the window at the winter scenery of the sky are white, thumping heart, remembering the proverb? Five nine six nine, the river to see the willow, seven nine river open, eight nine geese come, nine nine yellow cattle full of walking? Ah! Now it is already four nine, not far from that day. Isn't it, the wife is already preparing!
I know, when that spring color spread down, my family's small yard must still beautiful purple and red piece.
Beautiful article about flowers excerpt 2
Few people do not like flowers, especially women love flowers. There are often articles comparing women to flowers, of course, this refers to the woman with a little bit of color. And women with flowers in their names are too many to count, although vulgar, but also more graphic.
I love flowers, also like to raise flowers, the former children in Tongcheng grandmother's home, not far from home, there is an old teacher to use a large yard to raise a variety of flowers, spring, flowers are thick, full of yard that is really a beautiful flowers, so that the eyes of the people have been messed up. He also sells flowers, so I often pick one from his yard. Two pots of easy to handle flowers bought to bring back to work, and then, the accumulation of less into more, not big balcony are crowded, I have a high interest in raising flowers, because I will not be able to handle, these I moved back from a long way after the hard work of the flowers, in the end, only pots and soil, only a four seasons honeysuckle growth is good, I pruned it such as umbrella, when the flowers bloomed, a golden yellow and silver white, rich in aroma, the door opened, people going up and down the stairs are going to be
Now I also have flowers on the upstairs platform, the beginning of a period of time is also like a thing, the blooming of the fragrance, the appreciation of the leaves is also growing green lovely, but I often just forget to water, when I think of it, regardless of noon time, the sun is tight, go to the faucet to pick up a bucket of water, towards the hungry and thirsty flowers pouring air, a while ago by chance to think of the fertilizer for them, and then put each plant enough to give them the fertilizer. On each plant enough to fertilize once, not good is a few days after their leaves all withered and scorched a pinch on the broken, I can not pull out, but also as usual watering, trying to save their lives, that know a little use, this is not, and only a group of pots, but also fell, fortunately, there are two pots of sunflowers here to open up the colorful, only to make the platform is not so cold and lonely.
I also like to paint flowers, painting peonies, layer after layer of light halo thin dye, until the flower color is full of color, immersed in their own creation of peonies in the beauty of the rich and beautiful. For many years, under the encouragement and support of a few painting friends, I used to paint in my spare time, participated in several exhibitions, and entered the calligraphy and painting market, but I felt that the painting was unsatisfactory, and I wanted to improve my work, but it was very difficult to do so, and then I didn't stick to it because of other reasons. In this way, I'm a person who can't keep the flowers alive, and the flowers are not good enough to paint, they are not successful examples, and there is really no good reason to talk to people.
Any flower in nature is actually worthy of appreciation, peony, sunflower, rose, rose colorful, lotus elegant? In addition to the perfume lily shape colorful aroma, most of the brightly colored flowers lack of aroma, but those plain, such as osmanthus, gardenia, honeysuckle, jasmine and so on monotonous flower type, but is unusually fragrant. The former is the visual enjoyment, the latter can close your eyes, immersed in the delicate music slowly to taste and appreciate. To say that the flower metaphor, there are women such as peony, roses, beautiful and noble, pleasing to the eye, there are women such as osmanthus, jasmine, own a light and elegant, breath charming. But many women are the mountains, the roadside of the usual not if people pay attention to scattered flowers. But no matter what, everyone should live out their own wonderful. The world of flowers is not humble, are blooming so enjoyable, the life bloomed in the most beautiful and brilliant state, people should not be more so? You are right?
The flowers of the beautiful excerpts of the article 3
A random search for a piece of music is so sad! Those flowers, the melody of the humid spinning makes me feel down, from that low versed in the syllables, as if to see the scene of the flowers once fell, can not help but sigh! The flowers fell into the mound, spring, tunnel far!
Perhaps inadvertently the wind shear rain cut, yesterday's flowery Noda Plaza into the eye is full of vicissitudes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The heart does not feel some sadness up. Is it because of this day's sake? Gloomy hot gray earth-colored face, still no rain! Those who play wildly dancing bees and butterflies have long disappeared, but also do not see those left between the stamens of the butterfly love flowers under the crystallization of love.
? Before the rain first appeared between the stamens of the flowers, after the rain, there is no bottom of the leaf flowers. But the butterflies and bees have gone over the wall, suspected of spring in the neighboring house. Suddenly remembered the Tang Dynasty Wang Dai's poem, do not feel smile. Yes, the most romantic is still the poet. Heh! I'm afraid that the spring-loving bees and butterflies have long been over the wall, looking for the children they left behind!
Frowning at the thought, perhaps they are guilty of neuroticism, this hot summer, how will be in the mood for spring? Just like the song, they are old, right? Where are they? Just like life, from the arrival to the death of each have to run to the end of the world. I think, those bees and butterflies look at the withered flowers, can only speechless tears.
A song is over, a new song begins. Maybe one day, I'm old and unsupported, please leave me in that time; if one day, I quietly left, please bury me in this spring
Listening to the square screen next to the sound flowing in the interpretation of the rising sun Yang Gang, a kind of heart of the yearnings of the slow rise. The same scenery, the same sentimental, but how many people can have such a calm state of mind? Can in the fading colors gently humming: if I quietly leave, please bury me in this spring? The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in the back of my head.
The arrogant wind shook the eastern sun, a stream of hot air rising from the ground, through the shutters invaded my water cup. Anyone who will be annoyed, can not help but think of the spring wind chimes, cleansing all the new rain misty separation. Shallow haze, full shadow of the lamp, singing all the peach blossoms, dancing all over the willow, by the twenty-four bridge moon teasing full of heart, accompanied by the sound of the rain Linglong jade, to see those bees and butterflies carefully take care of their own children to be born, in the stamens of the flowers between the dance of nature's poignant send!
It's been too long in the deliberate desert journey, sweet dreams are always easy to wake up, gently a turn, those living colorful desire, by the hand of time gently shake, the crumbs of the dream will be one after another to annihilate. The only thing left behind is the dry stems of the flowers, and the flowers of the children play and play through the soil.
Blow down the flowers at the end of the world, as the end of the story, in the cycle of seasons, they are the same as looking forward to the gift of the next year.
If I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring? The end of the song is the original of my thirst!
The flower sang at the moment I closed my eyes, it has been blown away and scattered to the ends of the earth!