When I was a child, I never understood why so many people prefer plum blossoms to flowers, without jasmine fragrance, chrysanthemum beauty and peach blossom. But after I attended the Plum Blossom Festival in Hongmei Park, I understood. ...
On Saturday, I made an appointment with my classmates to enjoy plum blossoms in Hongmei Park. As soon as we entered the park, a smell came to our faces. We marched forward against the fragrance, and soon the tall plum tree came into view. Plum blossoms are not big, but they have blossomed a lot. Look! On the trunk, the branches are flourishing but not chaotic, and plum blossoms of various colors are competing to open on the branches. They have different postures: some stand there alone; Some parting flowers are close, as if they haven't woken up yet; Some people crowded together as if to say, "Guys, it's too cold. Let's get together to keep warm! " " ; Some just spread two or three petals, as if butterflies were about to spread their wings and fly; Others laugh in full bloom like beautiful girls. I watched as if I had turned into a beautiful plum blossom, playing happily with my companions on the branches. The branches became my cradle. As long as the wind blows, the branches will flutter gently with the wind. At night, as long as the wind blows, the leaves shake gently, making a "rustling" sound, playing lullabies for me and accompanying me to sleep. Suddenly, a cold wind woke me up from my dream, and I remembered that I was not a plum blossom, I was watching it!
Plum blossoms leave beauty to the flawless world and embellish the clean and white world. With the red color of plum blossom, everything in the world is more beautiful and fragrant, but who knows the hardships of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold" It's beautiful, but "beauty doesn't compete for spring, it only reports spring." Plum blossom, proud of first frost, fearless of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It tried its best and died. In exchange for a touch of red, spring is everywhere. It is the most extraordinary flower; It is the most tenacious flower. "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." In the cold winter, plum blossoms are proud of frost and snow, not afraid of cold and freezing, not afraid of ice and snow invasion. When other flowers wither, plum blossoms are in full bloom, unique and stand proudly in this world of ice and snow.
Although plum blossoms bloom in winter, although they are not as elegant as roses and noble as Clivia, the beauty of nature has cultivated the unique character and spirit of plum blossoms. Plum blossoms are not afraid of cold and snow, which has always inspired me; Plum blossoms give beauty and fragrance to the world, and the spirit of leaving loneliness to oneself has always encouraged me. I want to keep the plum blossom in my heart forever, and let my heart beat with the plum blossom's character!
I fell in love with plum blossoms, especially in winter. Because there are plum blossoms in the cold winter that move me and make me daydream. Plum blossoms dress up in the cold winter, bringing infinite vitality to the world. I think plum blossoms are in full bloom, but winter is not winter. The smiling red plum in the wind not only adorns the beautiful world, but also adorns my heart. I also want to add my own color to the beauty of the world like plum blossoms.
2. Imitate the cloves in the north and write a short article about plum blossoms. When I was a child, I never understood why so many people liked plum blossoms rather than flowers. It has no jasmine fragrance, no chrysanthemum beauty, no peach blossom.
But when I attended the plum blossom festival in Hongmei Park, I understood ... On Saturday, I made an appointment with my classmates to enjoy plum blossoms in Hongmei Park. As soon as we entered the park, a smell came to our faces. We marched forward against the fragrance, and soon the tall plum tree came into view. Plum blossoms are not big, but they have blossomed a lot. Look! On the trunk, the branches are flourishing but not chaotic, and plum blossoms of various colors are competing to open on the branches. They have different postures: some stand there alone; Some parting flowers are close, as if they haven't woken up yet; Some people crowded together as if to say, "Guys, it's too cold. Let's get together to keep warm! " " ; Some just spread two or three petals, as if butterflies were about to spread their wings and fly; Others laugh in full bloom like beautiful girls.
I watched as if I had turned into a beautiful plum blossom, playing happily with my companions on the branches. The branches became my cradle. As long as the wind blows, the branches will flutter gently with the wind.
At night, as long as the wind blows, the leaves shake gently, making a "rustling" sound, playing lullabies for me and accompanying me to sleep. Suddenly, a cold wind woke me up from my dream, and I remembered that I was not a plum blossom, I was watching it! Plum blossoms leave beauty to the flawless world and embellish the clean and white world. With the red color of plum blossom, everything in the world is more beautiful and fragrant, but who knows the hardships of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold" It's beautiful, but "beauty doesn't compete for spring, it only reports spring."
Plum blossom, proud of first frost, fearless of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It tried its best and died.
In exchange for a touch of red, spring is everywhere. It is the most extraordinary flower; It is the most tenacious flower.
"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." In the cold winter, plum blossoms are proud of frost and snow, not afraid of cold and freezing, not afraid of ice and snow invasion. When other flowers wither, plum blossoms are in full bloom, unique and stand proudly in this world of ice and snow.
Although plum blossoms bloom in winter, although they are not as elegant as roses and noble as Clivia, the beauty of nature has cultivated the unique character and spirit of plum blossoms. Plum blossoms are not afraid of cold and snow, which has always inspired me; Plum blossoms give beauty and fragrance to the world, and the spirit of leaving loneliness to oneself has always encouraged me.
I want to keep the plum blossom in my heart forever, and let my heart beat with the plum blossom's character! I fell in love with plum blossoms, especially in winter. Because there are plum blossoms in the cold winter that move me and make me daydream.
Plum blossoms dress up in the cold winter, bringing infinite vitality to the world. I think plum blossoms are in full bloom, but winter is not winter.
The smiling red plum in the wind not only adorns the beautiful world, but also adorns my heart. I also want to add my own color to the beauty of the world like plum blossoms.
3. Imitate the composition of Lilac Festival, imitate the composition of Lilac and write the composition of flowers.
white jade
Spring girl's footsteps came quietly, and the magnolia in my backyard opened for the second time. From a distance, Magnolia grandiflora is like a snow-white cotton peach covered with branches. In the morning, Magnolia is covered with gauze and the morning glow is lightly wiped. Suspected snowflakes are covered with branches, so crystal white? Do you doubt that Baiyun lives here, so elegant? Oh, she is holier than snowflakes and more dignified than white clouds-she is a beautiful flower on earth! Under the golden sunshine, the white petals of blossoming flowers become silver, sparkling and dazzling, and under the sweet rain and dew, the pots of magnolia flowers are more pure and elegant; In the warm spring breeze, swaying from side to side, as if it were a white jade cup.
Sitting under a tree at rest and looking up, the blue sky, white flowers, free wind and cheerful birds all magically form a wonderful picture. The sky behind Magnolia is like a calm and clear lake. White flowers are like a flock of pure swans. The wind cheered before and after them, birds accompanied them and they danced on the lake.
A closer look is even more amazing. Delicate petals, beautiful patterns, white and flawless, are really rare treasures carved by ingenious craftsmen with flawless white jade. She has a myriad of postures, some of which are in bud, tightly wrapped in a yellow-green sweater, as if she were about to undress; Some just spread out two or three petals and hung their heads shyly, as if a girl were hiding her face and smiling; Some petals are all in full bloom, and the milky petals are covered with glittering and translucent water drops. The fresh petals are smooth and smooth when touched by hand. Petals are spoon-shaped, with narrow ends and wide and convex middle. At this time, I couldn't help reaching out and holding a flower, smelling it close to my nose and smelling it again. The smell is fragrant, refreshing and memorable.
Magnolia, you don't choose to spit in the warm and comfortable late spring, but stand upright in the cold rain and bloom in the cold wind. No matter how high the branches are and how they land, you always maintain a spotless character. You are elegant and free from vulgarity, white and flawless, and have no intention of competing with others and dancing wildly with butterflies. It's true, "but there's a jade, so why sign it three times in nine years?" May the world be full of magnolia, and may people's hearts be as holy and innocent as magnolia!
Please write a composition of no less than 600 words on the topic of "lovely lilacs" (don't copy lovely lilacs.
Lilac, what a beautiful name, sentimental and delicate, but can't stand the wind and rain. Purple and red are all so elegant and beautiful. In the plateau, clusters and surrounding small places, they laugh so happily, with a touch of melancholy and accompanied by singing.
The fragrance of flowers permeates the world and never stops, so it has become an elegant ornament of this plateau in ancient times. Soft petals are as elegant as feathers, and the beautiful petals are set off by the buds that have not yet bloomed.
When the lilacs bloom, the green buds slowly spread out, and the yellowish buds inside can't wait to poke their heads out, just as curious as a newborn comes out of its mother's stomach. Slowly, the bud that bound the petals before was pressed down by the petals, and the petals gained unprecedented freedom and no longer had to enjoy the treatment of darkness. But have they ever asked themselves: am I happy?
From lilac buds to lilacs, they are still as melancholy as ever, dotted with the plateau as always, and their lives have not changed much. They are always so sad, praised by people who are easily injured, and sing: You say you love cloves the most because your name is such a beautiful flower and such a sentimental person. ...
Perhaps it is often considered as a representative of sadness. Lilacs have really changed. Melancholy petals and melancholy core make people tremble and start to reflect: am I happy? Lilac can change people's mood, even their personality, as long as you love it deeply, study it and understand it. Let you become a melancholy person, just these melancholy flowers and melancholy poems.
It teaches reflection, it teaches depression: is that all? No, you should actively strive for those beautiful things and let them add more colors to the rainbow of your life.
No one knows when his life will be over, but he just wants to experience all kinds of things in the world, the last thing in life, even if it is just a small gesture.
Lilacs remind me of my teacher's annual Teacher's Day. Lingling: A fifth-grade pupil is going to send her a bunch of beautiful flowers on the last Teacher's Day to show her love.
Lingling is an excellent student, but in grade one, her academic performance was poor. The exam is either 70 or 60. To this end, Lingling feels inferior. On a sunny day, Miss Chen, Lingling's head teacher, found her and asked her why she didn't study hard. Lingling said sadly, "My parents died when I was in kindergarten, and my grandmother died of a heart attack a few days ago." Say that finish, Lingling sobbed and cried. Teacher Chen was silent for a while and said, "From now on, you can live in my house."
Since then, Teacher Chen has also had a love for Lingling's one-or two-year-old son. She takes care of Lingling every day and treats her like her own child. Lingling deeply felt the existence of maternal love.
Thinking of this, Lingling immediately ran to the hillside and picked a bunch of wild chrysanthemums that had just opened on the hillside. They are yellow and blue, so beautiful!
Lingling ran to the teacher's office and saw a lot of exercise books piled up on Miss Chen's desk. There is a calendar on the left, a bottle of ink on the right, and a simple pen container and globe. Teacher Chen was so tired that he fell asleep at his desk and only changed half of his homework. Lingling trembled all over. Today is Teachers' Day. In this teacher's festival, Mr. Chen, who should have a good rest today, is still correcting his homework!
Lingling carefully tied the wild chrysanthemums into two bundles and arranged them beautifully. She quietly put them in the pen container to surprise the teacher.
Lingling took it back, as if she saw the wild chrysanthemum inserted in the pen container after Teacher Chen woke up, and smiled with relief.
6. Composition of the story of lilacs 8oo I often wonder: Why is the light of the sun blocked by dark clouds? Gorgeous flowers are destroyed by wind and rain; Pure mind is eroded by turbidity? If this is just a question of helping each other, then why does God make a teenage girl suffer so much? When she was very young, her parents divorced and she had to live in her aunt's house.
There are unexpected events in the sky again! A serious illness took away her health, and then she became a disabled person. She suffers mercilessly from illness every day.
Because she likes lilacs best, she named them lilacs. She made friends with Tang Lei on the Internet.
In order to see Tang Lei, she went to Beijing for medical treatment. Laila told Tang Lei a story about Laila, and Tang Lei was inspired by music.
But soon, Lilac left in tears. She is only about 20 years old! Tang Lei's heart is full of sadness. He wrote and sang Lilacs, which is very popular in China.
The name of this story is Lilac. Did you hear it in heaven? When we were intoxicated with lilacs, who would have thought that there was a sad and touching story behind this popular song? Every time I think of this true story, I feel sour and burst into tears.
The children of the earth are all daughters raised by Mother Earth. Why is fate so cruel to her? Why did the sunshine pass her again and again? Why can't she have happiness? I watched the story again with tears in my eyes, and I began to think that the purpose of writing the story was to expose the injustice of Lilac's fate and to praise a person's character.
Although clove is disabled, it is indomitable, physically disabled and determined, and firmly believes in beauty. "The grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you long for."
She likes lilacs. Her heart is full of love, and the river of love flows in her heart.
At that time, menstruation offered to send her to Beijing for treatment. What she thought was that it would bring trouble to others. Later, I heard that after Tang Lei was in Beijing, he went with a heart to help others. Perhaps in her mind, knowing Tang Lei and turning him from an ordinary musician into a household name is the greatest happiness.
This is her happiness! She left with tears in her eyes. Maybe it's sad and melancholy tears, because she can't help Tang Lei anymore, because she can't help more people. She wants to say goodbye to this beautiful world and all the people she loves. Maybe she cried for joy, because she didn't come for nothing, helped Tang Lei, and didn't have to involve others ... What a good girl she is.
7. Understanding Lilacs In the composition describing Lilacs, it began with a song named Lilacs sung by Tang Lei. Melodious and depressing melody, telling sad things.
Lilac, what a beautiful name, sentimental and delicate, but can't stand the wind and rain. Purple and red are all so elegant and beautiful. In the plateau, clusters and surrounding small places, they laugh so happily, with a touch of melancholy and accompanied by singing.
The fragrance of flowers permeates the world and never stops, so it has become an elegant ornament of this plateau in ancient times. Soft petals are as elegant as feathers, and the beautiful petals are set off by the buds that have not yet bloomed.
When the lilacs bloom, the green buds slowly spread out, and the yellowish buds inside can't wait to poke their heads out, just as curious as a newborn comes out of its mother's stomach. Slowly, the bud that bound the petals before was pressed down by the petals, and the petals gained unprecedented freedom and no longer had to enjoy the treatment of darkness. But have they ever asked themselves: am I happy?
From lilac buds to lilacs, they are still as melancholy as ever, dotted with the plateau as always, and their lives have not changed much. They are always so sad, praised by people who are easily injured, and sing: You say you love cloves the most because your name is such a beautiful flower and such a sentimental person. ...
Perhaps it is often considered as a representative of sadness. Lilacs have really changed. Melancholy petals and melancholy core make people tremble and start to reflect: am I happy? Lilac can change people's mood, even their personality, as long as you love it deeply, study it and understand it. Let you become a melancholy person, just these melancholy flowers and melancholy poems.
It teaches reflection, it teaches depression: is that all? No, you should actively strive for those beautiful things and let them add more colors to the rainbow of your life.
No one knows when his life will be over, but he just wants to experience all kinds of things in the world, the last thing in life, even if it is just a small gesture.
Like lilacs, from birth, the first and last time I think about myself, I have that kind of sentimental mood. Everything is so sad and cautious, for fear that it will be taken away by a merciless death without experiencing life. Lilacs.-That's so sad.
8. Lilac component Lilac
Lilacs have the same fragrance, and the fragrance is always unforgettable.
In the evening, I like to walk with my mother among lilacs. Mother will happily sing the song "Lilac Tree, Lilac Tree". The path under the tree is full of fragrance. I read under the tree in the morning and walk by the roadside at night. The smell of cloves makes you intoxicated. ...
Every leaf of lilac is thick green and flat, like a small green peach. The breeze blew and the leaves danced. How beautiful!
Cloves can not only beautify the environment, but also make spices and medicinal materials.
Lilac is very common, but I like its tenacious vitality. I like beautiful lilacs.
When we were freshmen, we called our small room "dormitory", which was just where we slept and studied.
However, after a long time, it has been integrated into our lives and become our recognized second hometown. Some people say that only the place where you live with your relatives can be called home.
I don't deny it. But I think the dormitory still gives me the feeling of home. There is laughter, tears, friction and anger here ... everything can be experienced at home, including affection.
In this small family, we six girls live a simple and happy life. We love our home, just like the pure and beautiful lilacs in our hearts.
Look! Lilacs are blooming quietly there. The first petal-forgive the six of us for coming from different places and having very different habits.
Take the energetic Fan Fan for example. She always likes to sing loudly at home, and it is very irregular. Her practice sometimes affects our study or life.
However, we didn't interfere with her, because we understand and respect every family member. Over time, we have become accustomed to her voice. If one day we can't hear her voice, I think we won't be able to sleep.
Let's talk about Grey Wolf again. Not long ago, I teased her and said, "There is a package for you in the post office. Today is the last day. Go get it! " When she heard this, she hurried downstairs. I was just about to tell her that I was joking, and she had disappeared from my sight. After a while, she came back and sat there without saying a word. I know I made her angry and apologized to her, but she ignored me.
I was angry and thought, this is just a joke. I already apologized. As for that? Finally, I learned that she had been busy in the morning and didn't even eat breakfast, waiting for her mother to send her a package. I think, broken, she must never want to talk to me again.
Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, she said to me, "Sorry, Maruko (nickname)! You're just kidding. I shouldn't be angry. Why not draw a circle and curse me? "
At that moment, I smiled, but there was guilt in my smile. I said, "I won't be so naughty in the future." "If you dare to bully me in the future, I will play dead for you." She said with a smile.
As a result, this "storm" ended in our laughter, and our feelings did not decrease. The second petal-generosity "Kotaro, I'm out of water, please lend me some of your water".
"Well, my pot is over there, and you pour the water yourself! Be sure to fill the bottle! When the water stops, we will not be short of water! " Kotaro replied. The bottle smiled and said, "This feeling is really good!" "Willow, let me use your clothes hanger." "Grey Wolf, let me use your comb." "Fanfan, can you pass me a glass of water?" At any time, there will be similar voices at home, and of course we are willing to help each other.
During a week, we study together and occasionally share valuable books with each other generously. After a busy week, there will always be dinner on weekends, and there will always be laughter on the table; In our spare time, we go shopping together and share delicious food when we come back.
In our hearts, sharing is not only delicious food, but also a warmth. What moved me was that my sisters were always generous when my parents didn't send me money on time for various reasons.
According to their words: "As long as we have a bite to eat, we won't make you hungry." But in fact, they are not very rich.
The third petal-care I remember once, I prepared for a long time to participate in a competition, and the result was average. When I got home, I cried silently. When they noticed it, they all came to comfort me. Willow said, "Never mind! There will be opportunities in the future, "Christine said. "Come on, balls! It will be successful next time, and we support you! " ..... Listen, my tears are increasing, not because of my feeling of failure, but because of my overflowing happiness. Hongtaro advised, "You can't cry, or your eyes will be as red as rabbits.
You know, we only like balls, not rabbits! "I smile through tears, and my heart is full of their encouragement and comfort. I gave myself a bright smile. I firmly believe that everything will be fine.
I am not afraid of anything after having their company for four years! Even if the sky falls, there is a tall willow to help me. ..... Lilacs usually have only four petals. It is said that people who see more than five petals will be very happy.
However, we believe that under the watering of love, the lilacs in our hearts will be full of countless shining petals, and we will be extremely happy! I know it's not the flowering season of lilacs, but the lilacs in our hearts are flourishing. It shows a life in full bloom, brimming with endless youth and emitting the fragrance of Mika for a long time.
Of course, one day we will hide our dormitory-our home in our hearts. But every time we see lilacs, we think of them.
I remember that it is full of our joys and sorrows, that it records our growing years, and that it has accompanied us for 4 years. Even after the flowering period, it will be a little thin and haggard, and it must be in our hearts and grow old with us quietly.
I believe that when we leave school, our bodies will inevitably smell of lilacs. That's the illusion of love between our sisters.
That love is different from that of parents, but it still gives us strength. Let our life journey be full of flowers, even if we step on thorns, we don't feel pain, but we don't feel sad when we have tears to swing! Because our hearts are full of love! For reference, please don't copy all of them! ! (& gt。 .
10. "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" imitates the 800-word composition about spring scenery in high school. There are so many things at school these days that my department can't calm down.
Sitting under the big willow tree in the backyard tonight, I suddenly remembered the garden I walked through every day. It should look different on this quiet and beautiful night! As night fell, the laughter of the children in the garden faded away. Mom and dad are watching TV in the house. I put on my coat, told them to have a good time, and went out with the door.
Along the path around the garden, clusters of fragrant flowers are blooming, and the fragrance permeates every corner of the garden like air. This is a lively garden. During the day, many children have to savor the life here before going to school.
Many old people enjoy flowers and birds here at night, which is very comfortable. But after a while, it was very quiet here. Occasionally, there are one or two chirps, and the cricket is playing its lullaby. Everything is quiet, horribly quiet.
The moonlight is weak tonight. There are only two or three people in the garden. I put my hand in my pocket and enjoyed everything in the garden.
The whole garden seems to belong to me at this time, and I seem to have surpassed myself and entered another world. Tonight, standing alone in this fragrant garden, I can't think of anything. At this moment, I feel like a free man.
You can ignore what you usually have to do and say. Here, the soul can fly freely, which is the beauty here. I can enjoy the night in this unrestrained garden.
In this beautiful garden, I am looking forward to clusters of wild lilacs. The color of lilacs is very beautiful, just like countless purple trumpets blowing their beautiful melody into the sky. Like a delicate hand, like a small pendant tied around the waist, like a beautiful hairpin inserted in the hair of an ancient lady, the breeze blows, bringing a burst of fragrance, as if the beautiful melody flew into my ears.
At this time, the flowers and leaves also trembled slightly, like lightning passing through the other side of the garden, and the ups and downs between flowers and leaves were like waves on the sea. There are many small yellow flowers at the bottom of the flower, so you can't see the whole picture of the flower, but lilacs are more beautiful.
The moonlight quietly sprinkled on the lilacs. In the bright moonlight, the petals of lilacs are as crystal clear as cicadas, and they wear a thin skirt like * * *. The moonlight is still faint, but I think this kind of scenery makes my heart calm down gradually.
Take a deep breath and feel refreshed. In the moonlight, the shadows of lilacs sway with the wind, like jumping notes on music scores or playing beautiful tunes.
There are many trees around the garden, but most of them are banyan trees, with uneven parameters and mottled refutation. From a distance, like a group of guardians of the garden.
At this time, the moonlight and the lights complement each other. Under such a scene, the garden is surrounded by an intoxicating mist. Occasionally, some bugs fly slowly under the light, which I don't think I can enjoy.
I suddenly remembered Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane. In this season of lilacs in full bloom.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently sad like me, and sad and disappointed like me.
Dai Wangshu longed to meet such a beautiful woman, slightly sad and sad. And I can only comb my thoughts and calm my heart in this yard full of lilacs by the fragrance of lilacs.
Slowly I walked home again, and my parents were already asleep.