See 1 another season of gorgeous cherry blossoms. Under the continuous rain, cherry blossoms on campus are more suitable for people.
What foggy cherry blossoms! Bit by bit, thin and dense, spreading all over the sky like a brocade. In the warm spring, it is as white as snow, flawless, colorful and sparkling, and looks like countless butterflies from a distance.
Look carefully at the budding buds. Some of them stand proudly on the branches, waiting for the nurturing of roots and the nurturing of leaves. Those small flowers with glittering and translucent water drops are more like our tender smiling faces, and those roots and leaves are more like our schools and teachers!
A gust of wind swept away, and the falling flower rain fell sporadically. I leaned down, put my nose close to the petals and sucked hard. Ah, that faint fragrance suddenly rippled in my heart.
After cherry blossoms wither, cherry trees quickly grow thick leaves, which are more lush in summer. Falling leaves in winter seem to bloom again for the next spring and accumulate strength.
All the year round, under the cherry tree is always our favorite place.
We play and laugh, and the cherry tree always holds a big umbrella for us. Spring is a big umbrella, and summer is a big umbrella. When we are in class, the cherry trees always accompany us silently and tirelessly. In our hearts, they encourage and support us like friends.
This year, cherry blossoms are more colorful and beautiful than before. Are you wishing us good grades in our future studies?
I see cherry blossoms in full bloom again, but I am gradually leaving them. How can I give up?
See also composition 2 Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes to Qiu Lai, annual rings, 365 days, memory cycle, repeating the same mistakes.
When flowers bloom, which tree flourishes and which tree blooms in the cold wind and memory. Who will support it? Who wants to see it? The wheel of time drives the memory chip, turning and turning. We are countless parts, affecting countless chains and operations. Look at those flowers and your charming smile in the biting cold wind. It is so noble and luxurious. You haven't changed. Under the urging of time, you haven't changed at all, but I have. I can touch you. My face adds a lot of fresh breath. I am more sensible than before. Did you find it? I saw your smile in the flowers, heard your song in the flowers, and noticed your sigh in the remaining petals. Are you leaving again?
I saw the fireworks in the dark night sky again. The gorgeous figure bloomed in the dark, but you were more desperate than flowers. In just a few seconds, you passed away quietly. Whatever the cost and consequences, what are you doing? You're desperate to get into the dark. Is this your goal? Have you ever thought that it devoured you and ended you! Crazy to that black, turn around and die beautifully, leaving only silent smoke, who will stay for you? Who would secretly hurt you?
We should be happy and naive in the flower season, but what is that face? Just sad! It's tears! Yes, time has bound us. It depicts our faces with sadness and imprisons our unruly laughter. Did you hear that? In the fields, on the mountains and by the sea, we are shouting: "freedom, happiness, come back!" " "Time chain stopped? No, it's still spinning, pushing our hopes. Still turning.
A petal falls sadly, slipping through my fingers, leaving only a faint fragrance …
See also Flower Blossom Composition 3 Time Old people always take away the best time in their lives easily without anyone's consent.
While time flies, it also makes people grow up gradually.
Just like flowers, the opening and failure of the four seasons always repeat the same action.
Seeing the flowers bloom again, I am no longer that young and ignorant child.
Just like the seven years spent in a hurry, I have grown a lot in seven years; I have made countless friends in seven years; Knowing countless people with different personalities, I began to learn to be independent and no longer shed tears easily.
Because I know: tears can't solve any problems! Seeing the flowers bloom again, I became someone else's senior and saw the efforts of new students in military training.
I sigh: Has this school year passed too fast? Seeing the innocent smiles on their immature faces, I realized: Do I still have such innocent smiles?
Seeing them chasing and fighting, I thought to myself: Is this game meaningful? However, my classmates said I pretended to be deep, and my mother said I thought too much.
Is it? Maybe I'm just a few months older than them, maybe these months make me different from them! Seeing the flowers bloom again,
I'm used to this repetitive but not monotonous life. After entering junior high school, I understand what collective life is.
Maybe I was worried about whether I would adapt to the new environment when the flowers bloomed last time. Now I get an absolutely correct answer: I will never get used to it!
Although there are busy homework every day and heavy rankings every semester, it will not make life monotonous! Small jokes between classmates may also be a way of caring.
Maybe it will make the unhappiness just scolded by the teacher disappear.
Time will change a lot, but flowers will still fade and bloom.
Why didn't we? Seeing the flowers bloom again, I have grown up!
The first morning, when I was bored, I went for a walk in the wild and was suddenly attracted by the scene before me. At this time, it is early spring, everything has just recovered, and there is no vitality. But I saw an unknown light blue flower dancing in the wind on a hillside not far ahead.
My thoughts quickly went back, and the time was fixed in the summer when I was 10 years old. My sister was only halfway through high school when she was in unexpected trouble. Her father was hit by a car and his leg was broken. The loss of the main rural labor force is a very serious matter. The aunt who went out to work also came back to take care of her husband. In order to see a doctor, I sold my home short and borrowed everything I could, but I still owe a lot of money.
My sister cried all night that night when she made up her mind not to go to school. Finally, she was forced to drop out of school because of her family situation. She has locked herself in the house all day. Finally, I thought about it and decided to go out to work.
Before leaving, she told me earnestly: "Be sure to study hard!" I nodded heavily. With that, she got on the bus. She often sends me short messages telling me that she is doing well in other places, with high salary and not working too hard. Believe it. But not long after, I heard my mother say that my sister was here. At first, what she did was the hardest and most tiring work. People couldn't stand it and abandoned it. But she put up with it and sent money home every month. Finally, the boss found her hard work and transferred her to the office. My sister started a new and beautiful life with her constant efforts and fighting spirit.
I can't help being proud of my sister. Isn't this unknown flower in front of me the incarnation of my sister? She fought against the cold with her own efforts and finally ushered in her own spring!
See also Frosting Composition 5. Spring is the season for everything to revive, and April is the season for pear blossoms to smell fragrant.
When I was a child, I didn't like pear blossoms. Spring has come, pear trees are blooming, and the community is everywhere. When the wind blows, pear flower falls is in my house and falls on me, so I have to sweep everywhere. At that time, I was still young and didn't understand aesthetics, but I just found this little flower inexplicably annoying.
Now, as soon as the pear tree blooms, I run under it with great interest and feel like a blooming pear flower. I took out my camera and took a picture of pear flower, not its beauty, but its pretty figure.
I will always stand there watching and do nothing but watch quietly. I don't care about the surprised eyes of passers-by, as if I was the only one in the world, standing there looking at the rare and short-lived beauty in this world. Keep it in mind, and keep it in mind all your life.
Ah, pear blossoms in April are like spring in the mountains.
Observe the pear flower carefully. It's small and inconspicuous. A few yellow stamens set off a few pure white marble petals; Small leaves are connected with flower stalks. The flower stalk is very thin, but it is extremely symmetrical with the flower. Holding flowers makes people feel uncoordinated at all. The small figure exudes pride, and the white dress reveals simplicity. The whole flower is like a fireworks that will fly out, ready to go.
The most striking thing is the intoxicating fragrance, which is refreshing, simple and fragrant, natural and fresh, without any deliberate arrangement, and has an unspeakable beauty. This seemingly insignificant little flower seems to me to be the most beautiful flower in the world. I suddenly feel that pear flower, like people, can't say anything good, but others can't replace it.
Grandpa transplanted several pear trees in the yard this year, so I can move a chair and run under the pear tree, or stand or sit and smell the familiar fragrance.
See also "Flower Blossom" composition 6/ Every flower bloom is a burst of love in my heart/The wind blows/It is my dialogue with the sky/A faint voice/Singing my most persistent expectation/Flowers bloom in spring ...-Write it to yourself.
In the afternoon, the sun shone into the room through the window sill glass, swaying an intoxicating warmth on the curtains. How appropriate it is to go out for an outing on such a bright spring afternoon.
Sunshine is gratifying and spring breeze is proud. I'm just a little afraid of this spring breeze, otherwise how can I live up to this wonderful indoor spring scenery?
In the blink of an eye, it's March, the day when everything recovers and spring blossoms. I was a little surprised when everyone was passing on the information from March. Looking back, I left a blank diary on the last day of February. I don't want to say much, but I can't tell you. I can only bury my heart in a string of ellipsis. ...
I believe that all injuries can be diluted and cured by time, and I also believe that a good life will still be beautiful!
There are several familiar songs in the first round of the computer. After reading A Zi's article, I specially searched the song "Spring Blossoms" sung by the elder sister in the Spring Festival Evening. I listened to this song completely for the first time and listened to it several times. I like the positive energy conveyed by this lyric, such as the warm sun in March, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The creation of every lyric is never accidental. I am very touched to hear a song that caters to my mood at the right time and mood! This is happiness!
Life is like water/sometimes calm/sometimes turbulent/through the haze/the sun shines on your windowsill/in fact, happiness/has always been with us. ...
Spring has always been warm and harmonious, and flowers have blossomed a lot. Look up and smile, banish sadness, keep a calm, and embrace every day when life beats! Live well!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, June comes again. This is a season when the phoenix blooms, and it is also a season of parting ... Watching my brothers and sisters keep attending training classes, filming graduation photo, drinking graduation wine and packing ... My heart is full of sadness. In other words, parting is a bit sad for everyone. I spent several years there with my brothers and sisters. Now, they are leaving school, and deep down, they really can't bear to part!
"The river of time flows into the sea, and no port will stay forever." Maybe this is the true portrayal. This time two years later, it is also time for me to leave school and bid farewell to school life. If I still have some regrets in this short school life, it may be that I didn't make full use of the school library and the book resources in the library in the past two years. Therefore, in this short time, I will bury myself in the library, and finally enjoy the comfortable library again and try to enrich myself.
"My mind is full of poems and books". I believe that at this time two years later, another intersection where the phoenix blooms, I will never feel sorry again! Come on, wish me luck! There, at the intersection where the phoenix blooms, I also wish all my brothers and sisters good luck! In the future, let's work together. I believe I can do it, and I will do it!
See also blooming composition 8 Winter passed quietly, spring came to the earth with light steps, and the begonia in our school blossomed.
I smelled a faint fragrance as soon as I entered the school gate today. Only then did I realize that begonia was in bloom. Begonia flower looks like a pink fluffy ball from a distance, swaying under the breeze, very cute. Looking closely, the begonia flowers are white and red, some are in bud, and some are very dazzling. There are 3, 4, 5 and 6 begonia flowers on each branch. As long as the wind blows, it will give off fragrance and make people feel relaxed and happy. I stood on tiptoe and put my face on the petals to feel the fragrance of flowers refreshing. In an instant, I felt the sacred, tenacious and struggling power of Begonia. Isn't this kind of power exactly what I need in junior high school? Yes, it must be. The flowering of begonia this year is different from previous years. In previous years, I only thought begonia flowers were beautiful. This year means a lot to me. This year is my last year at my alma mater. Although you can see the flowering of begonia in the future, you may never see the tree that sent students from one session to another at your alma mater. Every year, the fragrance blooms silently and leaves silently, so that the begonia blooms and falls day after day, year after year, and enjoys it. It always shows the best side to everyone and never complains. The persistence and indomitable spirit of begonia flowers are worth learning. I want to keep in good shape at any time to cope with life, just like Haitang.
After class, I walked slowly to the classroom and looked back to see Begonia flowers still scrambling to show themselves. I feel a force sneaking into my heart, which is the power given to me by begonia flowers. I want to pursue something in these months and even in my life.
See also Hua Kai Composition 9 Every time I hear the song "Life in Full Bloom", my heart will tremble for it, and my feelings with my mother will also bloom skillfully in it.
Since childhood, as the only child in my family, I have always been loved by the whole family. I am the baby of my family and the pride of my mother. Under the inculcation of my mother, I got excellent grades in school, and my mother always praised me when she saw everyone. I am also very happy.
After entering middle school, because of the increasing pressure of study and life, my academic performance is getting worse and worse. I am in a hurry, but my mother is as good as ever. I didn't expect to lose one exam after another, and I was scolded by my mother when I got home. As a result, my mother and I became estranged during the sensitive period of my rebellious youth, and the relationship deteriorated instantly.
Every morning, my mother will make breakfast, watch me eat it, and then go to school by bike. I have no appetite in the morning now. My mother urged me to eat, and I barely took a few bites. My mother was angry with me. I quarreled with her inexplicably, threw down my chopsticks and left. I was very sad that day and kept thinking about our happy life in the past: the scene of a family of three sitting in front of the TV and eating happily. I can't help crying. At that time, my limit had reached its peak.
A few days later, I said nothing. After getting up in the morning, I forgot to eat and left without even looking at my mother. I slammed the door. I found that I forgot my meal card on the way, so I have to go back and get it. I pushed the door open. To my surprise, my mother is crying. After seeing me, he quickly dried his tears and pretended as if nothing had happened. But my red eyes can't fool me, and all kinds of smells come to my mind.
I couldn't help crying anymore and threw myself into my mother's arms. Flowers bearing our love bloom in our hearts.
See also the moment when flowers bloom 10, that warm and touching moment, my world is full of sunshine and rain. At that moment, my world blossomed in spring!
When I was a child, my understanding of "affection" was very vague. All I know is that "clothes come to hand, food comes to mouth", and I only know how to ask my parents for it, but I don't know how to repay it. It was not until I was in the sixth grade that I understood what "affection" was.
An exam, the teacher said to hand in 120 yuan. I went home and told my mother that she had given me 120 yuan and my temperature. I am happy to take it to school. Walking, I met a classmate. He said that he would race with me to see who could run fast. I ran to school quickly before him. Suddenly, I remembered my 120 yuan and felt in my pocket. There was nothing but air.
"miserable! I lost my money. It's 120 yuan! What should I do? " I looked for it twice, but I still couldn't find it! I regret it in my heart, so I have to wait for the school and my mother to scold me.
After school, I trudged home, pushed open the door and saw my mother working hard. I feel guilty. "Mom, I lost 120 yuan!" Mom stopped what she was doing and shouted at me. Sad and regretful, I turned my head and rushed to the door.
Walking alone in an empty street, it's snowing. I wrapped my clothes tightly, but I still felt cold. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. Looking back, it's mom! Mother is covered in snowflakes and holding a cotton-padded jacket in her hand. She said in that hoarse voice, "Stop running around, that 120 yuan is not as important as you!" Here, put on this coat. It's so cold, beware of catching a cold! "Put on the cotton-padded jacket sent by my mother, and my frozen heart suddenly melted by maternal love!
At that moment, I felt that maternal love was as warm as spring, and colorful flowers filled my heart.
See also Huakai Composition 1 1 As the saying goes, "Peach blossoms in March in Yangchun, osmanthus in August", and it is the season of osmanthus fragrance, and the osmanthus downstairs in my community is in full bloom as scheduled.
Looking down through the kitchen window, the dark green branches and leaves covered the whole osmanthus tree, and the dense branches and leaves spread around like an open umbrella. Clusters of golden osmanthus stick out from the dense branches and look at the beautiful world curiously. When I opened the window, a smell came to my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "wow! It smells good! " I can't help but exclaim: "It's really sweet-scented osmanthus!"
Smelling the sweet-scented osmanthus, I hurried downstairs. The fragrance is getting warmer and richer, with a hint of sweetness, which makes me relaxed and happy. When you look closer, the straight trunk of osmanthus tree is covered with fine lines, and the crooked branches are hidden in the dark green oval leaves. Trees full of tiny golden flowers, hand in hand, surrounded by gray-black branches, gathered shyly to show people the power of unity. Take a bunch of flowers and look carefully. These flowers are as big as two or three grains of rice. The green calyx has four golden petals with a filiform yellow stamen in the middle. This little flower is so delicate that people dare not touch it for fear of knocking it down.
"Quick, quick, pick osmanthus!" "Soak osmanthus tea!" Several cheerful voices interrupted my observation. Three or four children came to the osmanthus tree with water cups. Some of them pick, some wash and some soak. Soon they made several cups of osmanthus tea. Seeing their excitement, I joined them.
See also the composition 12, Flowers bloom and fall, and go to Qiu Lai in spring, one year, 365 days, and memories are repeated, repeating the same mistakes.
Flowers bloom, the tree is brilliant, the tree is prosperous, blooming in the cold wind and memory, who will support it? Who will watch it? The wheel of time drives the memory chip, turning and turning. We are countless parts, touching countless chains and running. I saw the flowers bloom again, and I saw your enchanting smile under the biting cold wind. It was so noble and luxurious. You haven't changed. Despite the rush of time, you haven't changed a bit. But I've changed. I can touch you. My face adds a lot of life. I am more sensible than before. Have you noticed? I saw your smile in the flowers, heard the music in the flowers and noticed your sigh in the remaining petals. Are you leaving again?
I saw the fireworks in the dark night sky again. The gorgeous figure bloomed in this opaque night, but you were more desperate than that flower. In just a few seconds, you quietly passed away. Whatever it takes, whatever the consequences, what do you want You jumped into the darkness regardless of the consequences. Is this your goal? Have you ever thought that it devoured you and ended you! Crazy to the darkness, fleeting beauty, leaving only silent smoke, who will stay for you? Who would secretly hurt you?
In the flower season, we should be happy and naive, but what is that face? It's sadness! It's tears! Yes, time has bound us. It smeared our faces with sadness and imprisoned our unruly smiles. Did you hear that? In the fields, on the mountains and by the sea, we are shouting: "freedom, happiness, come back!" " "Time chain stopped? No, it's still turning, inspiring our hopes. It's still turning.
A petal falls sadly, slipping through my fingers, leaving only a faint fragrance. ...
See also 13 jasmine, which is one of my favorite flowers.
I remember seeing her for the first time when I was a child. My mother took my little hand to see Molly. She's, uh, beautiful and charming. Elegant and fragrant, angels in white should not be profaned.
Even though the first scene impressed me deeply, she hid secretly and I never saw her again. Until a few days ago, autumn rain came. I saw the jasmine flower that I miss very much again.
At this time of the year, the autumn rain kisses the earth, and the dry air looks a little wet and cold, giving people a kind of quietness and sadness.
I was walking along the path alone, and suddenly on the roadside, a bunch of jasmine bloomed in the autumn rain against the wind! She stretched her delicate white petals, and against the green leaves, it seemed as if a fairy in a white dress was giving us gifts. Raindrops slipped from her jade-white skin, making her more delicate. Her beauty is exciting and crazy!
I looked at her quietly, completely forgetting the noise of the city. I don't know when the rain stopped, and the afterglow of the sunset hung over her body, staining Molly's face with a touch of shy pink like jelly. At this time, she is like a gentle and virtuous lady, with cherry red cheeks and slender body swaying in the wind. Those buds are scattered in the green leaves like stars.
The scene in front of me coincides with the memory, and the jasmine in the memory blooms again. Beauty should be like this, and see the jasmine blossom again.
Nalan Xingde, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, said that "life is only like the first sight", but the first sight certainly has thrilling beauty, and "goodbye" is not an interpretation of beauty.
See also Hua Kai's composition 14 March, winter is not over yet, and spring is quietly coming.
She said that the drizzle outside the window is telling the story of angels on earth.
She is young and mature. The mistakes made by childishness.
That summer, the sun was shining. Such warm weather is not enough to dispel the cold in my heart. A pair of innocent eyes are permeated with her strength and calmness, as well as her stubborn temper. I know, maybe she shed tears and hurt her heart. But she doesn't just want to pass the exam. She hopes to get full marks in every subject-at least close to perfection. She refused to admit defeat. She is like a swallow wandering among clouds. Although she is hurt all over, she never despairs.
She loves autumn best, and she says that falling leaves will make her fall into infinite reverie. It's a pity that this autumn, she couldn't finish her dream full of harvest, and the golden butterflies all over the sky trapped her in regret and loneliness. She carries too many people's attention and expectations, and she is tired. It is human nature to make mistakes.
Winter came before you know it, and the wind swept the earth. When people thought Xiaohua couldn't stand the test, she survived-despite all the difficulties.
When she saw the orange on the distant horizon shining on the earth with the sunshine, she firmly believed that it was an expectation. She knows that spring is coming and there is always a stage waiting for her to come back. And that orange sea is the audience, no matter whether her performance is good or bad, let the world admire or spurn, they will cheer with the same warm applause. Because they don't care about her success, but just help her up when she falls and continue to walk a longer way in the future.
They want her to know that she will never be alone and always remember that the dawn is with her.
March, the expected spring, stands proudly after a long time.
Sunny day, a new starting point.
Get rid of the glitz and everything can start again.
See also Hua Kai's composition 15, you know? It's raining, and your favorite flowers are blooming, so strong.
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The raindrops are ticking and the breeze is blowing gently, which makes the raindrops fall obliquely. Looking around, the hazy fog dissipated, but it still failed to escape from the embrace of raindrops. Suddenly there came a few birdsongs, elegant and tactfully, the air was sweet and the grass was conspicuous. Yeah! Spring is coming, rain is coming, and your favorite flowers are blooming again, so strong and moving.
Do you still remember that rainy season, when you and I met in the rain, we felt life with lilacs? You once told me that even if you are far away, you like to come here to see lilacs. You said it was important to you. However, I also like lilacs. Lilac is unusual in others' eyes, but you say it has infinite magic. At first, I just listened and laughed, and I didn't think it was amazing at all. You said everything was unusual, just like lilacs in spring, lilacs in rainy season and lilacs in rain. Have unlimited magic. You pointed to it and told me that every spring, every year at the beginning of the year, every year in the rainy season, the first rain of the year, lilacs are washed by raindrops at will, but they still exude fragrance. Selflessly pass this fragrance out, let the rain impact and drop one petal, two petals and three petals until the end of the whole life. How strong do you think! How selfless! Well done! I mentioned this lilac to grandma, and grandma told me that five lilacs symbolize luck. So I saved countless five lilacs. Finally, I know where the five petals are, and even four or three petals are so lucky and moving!
Spring, five petals, four petals, withering and blooming are my favorites! What you like becomes what I like! How I like it! So I hummed the song again: "You know what? It's raining, and your favorite flowers are blooming, so strong. "