Write an essay on flowers blooming quietly 10

The kid has a computer and won't check it himself.

A blooming flower.

In the valley of the mountain path, elegant and pretty flowers are quietly blooming. Pure and shy, silent and clear.

They stand in a quiet world, accompanied only by green leaves. Living in obscurity in a lonely place, do they feel lonely?

Time passed. Flowers bloom and flowers fall. They go through this process repeatedly, day after day, year after year, sending wisps of intoxicating fragrance to every corner of the world.

The petals opened and closed inadvertently, and I seemed to hear something—the faint, tiny sound. Are the flowers telling something? So, I used my mind to listen to the sound of the flowers blooming, which was beautiful and moving.

I gazed deeply at the flowers in silence, smiling at me. I seem to know their hearts: life is low, soul is high.

Living in a quiet world is a low-key and humble beauty. In the valley of the mountain path, because of the beautiful soul and fragrance of flowers, there is a beautiful scenery.

I love to face the blooming flowers, feel their breath, and listen to their hearts. I looked at them, eyes on them. They give me calmness, calmness, and strength – red flowers give me passion, white flowers give me purity, pink flowers give me warmth, purple flowers give me nobility.

In this sea of flowers, I was intoxicated.

The blooming of flowers is not to be appreciated, but the value and significance of flowers lies in their dedication. When a flower gives everything to the world, people's appreciation is no longer important. I guess that's the meaning of its life! Life is gone, but the spirit lives on.

Let your heart be silent, listen to the sound of flowers blooming, let the pure heart open a door, let the soul travel far away, to a pure world that is indifferent and lofty.

This is the beautiful state I am pursuing!

A petal quietly landed. It fulfilled its mission, so, it is happy.

Words are wonderful, like a kind of catalytic, edifying my heart, and inadvertently, the bud in my heart is quietly opening.

With books as a companion, I have no regrets. Those words burn the vicissitudes of each of these past events. From the unification of the world by King Qin to the establishment of the People's Republic of China after many hardships, every story is deeply engraved in history and in every book, leaving indelible traces.

I love these words engraved with the past, these antique words, every sentence, every word, is imprinted on my heart. Quietly, the bud in my heart is blooming quietly.

With books as a companion, I have no regrets. - Those outside the siege want to rush in, and those inside the siege want to rush out. I love "The Siege", on a sunny afternoon, put a cup of milk tea and hold a copy of the siege.

I remember someone once told me that "The Siege" is actually easy to understand, and I laughed and didn't think so. This is the essence of Qian Zhongshu's life, and it is by no means something that can be understood simply by looking at it. Later, I borrowed a lot of tutorial books from the library, and copied the contents of the tutorial books next to the sentences of "The Siege", and as the dense annotations encroached on the whole book, I could understand a little bit.

Those works that condense the life's work of famous artists, they do not have gorgeous bath words, some are just simple and unpretentious plots, and they have the most realistic perception of this society. When you read some famous works, you must ponder and scrutinize them repeatedly. Those esoteric literatures, in the process of exploration, become easy to understand.

Suddenly, the bud in my heart was quietly blooming.

With books as a companion, I have no regrets. ——Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column.

This is Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers": the spring breeze blows gently, so gently. With sorrow in my eyes, I looked into the distance, and the empty field was boundless.

Spontaneously, the spring resentment is inextricably linked, the sunset obliquely shines on the blue grass, hazy, and the scenery is even more sad. I have stood speechless for a long time, who can understand my mind at this time? I was going to get drunk and get drunk to dispel the depression in my heart.

But singing and dancing in front of the wine, although he pretends to be for pleasure, he feels bored. Because of lovesickness, but for your sake, I would rather endure everything, emaciated day by day, and haggard again and again. I love these classical poems, and I always like to buy some poetry books and appreciation books.

On a quiet afternoon, enjoy it alone. These beautiful words make the buds in my heart quietly open.

I like Eileen Chang's text. Zhang's words are like waves lapping in the sea, turbulent and undulating. It was like a big net stained with poison, which rushed towards me until the poison finally spread all over my body. While reading her work, the buds in my heart are quietly opening.

I have no regrets, this book is with the book. Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, and not regretting it for thousands of years.

Piercing out of the pile of books, looking up and looking up at the window, the buds in my heart were quietly blooming.