A good paragraph to describe flowers, a good paragraph to describe flowers

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I couldn't help but stop.

I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lilac, like a waterfall, hanging down from the sky, not its beginning, nor its end, but only a deep and light purple, as if flowing, laughing, and growing.

The large purple banner shone with a little silver light, like a splash of water. When I looked closely, I realized that it was the lightest part of each purple flower, teasing each other with the sun.

The spring red here has been gone, there is no crowd of people enjoying the flowers, and there are no bees and butterflies. Some of them are the shining, blooming vines of this tree. The flowers are next to each other, one after another, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively!

I'm blooming! "They're laughing.

I'm blooming! "They yelled.

Each spike of flowers is in full bloom at the top and waiting to be released at the bottom. The color is light at the top and dark at the bottom, as if the purple has settled down in the most tender and smallest buds. Each blooming flower resembles a small sail with a pointed bottom under it.

The cabin was bulging, like a smile that was about to bloom. What kind of fairy dew elixir is there? I went up and wanted to pick one.

But I didn't pick it up. I don't have the habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart.

Flowing and flowing, it took away the anxiety and grief that had been pressing on my heart all the time, which was about the mystery of life and death, the brotherhood. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and nothing else exists for the time being, only the tranquility of the spirit and the joy of life.

In addition to the brilliance, there is also a faint fragrance, and the fragrance seems to be light purple, which gently envelops me like a dream. I suddenly remembered that there was a large wisteria outside the door of my house more than ten years ago, it climbed very high next to a withered locust tree, but the flowers were always sparse, and a bunch of spikes in the east and west hung on the treetops, as if it was looking at the face and trying something. Later, even the sparse bunche of flowers was gone.

The other wisteria trellises in the garden were also removed and replaced with fruit trees. At that time, it was said that flowers have something to do with the corruption of life. I regretted that I would not be able to see any more vines here.

After so many years, the vine blossomed again, and it bloomed so vigorously, so densely, that the purple waterfall covered the thick coiled dragon-like branches, and it continued to flow, flow, and flow to the bottom of people's hearts.

Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the little purple pod, full of wine of life, full of sails, sailing on this river of glittering flowers. It is one of the ten thousand flowers, and it is each one that makes up the flowing waterfall of ten thousand flowers.

In this light purple glow and light purple fragrance, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

May 6, 1982.

The petals of the flowers are exquisite, as if soaked in the snow, overflowing with the purity of the world!

The flowers are golden yellow, composed of four petals, and are very fresh; The stamens are also yellow, but lighter and brighter than the petals; The flower stems are tender and tender, and they look weak and can't help the wind, and they seem to break when they are broken; The flowers and leaves are bright green and oval-shaped, and the yellow flowers are held up by the green leaves, and when the breeze blows, the rape flowers sway and seem to nod to you. Look, the red camellia flowers are open to us, as if to welcome us. The cherry blossoms fall with the notes blown by the spring girl, and they really look like white snowflakes.

The yellow rape flowers are not ordinary, look, the significantly weak rape flowers are stronger under the breeze! The azalea is still a small bud, and it looks like it is about to burst. And our favorite is the peach blossom, the peach blossom we see is two colors, one is pink, the other is white, these two colors are put together, not to mention how beautiful it is!

I followed the scent and walked over, ah! It turned out that an osmanthus tree had bloomed. I saw that the leaves on the tree were lush and green, and the osmanthus flowers were dense, blooming in the middle of the leaves, and the golden petals were very beautiful!

Each flower has four petals, each petal is like a small spoon, they are leaning against each other, and there are two small round stamens, which are dark yellow.

1. The tree by the window.

The tree by my window, the tree by my window.

I close the window when night falls, but never pull the curtains on the ears.

lest I be separated from me, you are the hazy dream shadow that rises on the earth.

Thou hast drifted like a puffy cloud, and thy light tongue preached everything in a loud voice.

Not everything makes sense, but the tree.

I have seen the wind shake you, if you had seen me sleeping in this house.

You will see that I too have been violently stirred, almost swept away by a storm.

That day, fate was a child's play that day, and it bound the two of us together.

You are affected by the outside climate, and I am the turmoil of the storm inside.

A silvery mist of dust rises from the ground.

My hands are out of reach, you have risen so high.

Oh**. I can't reach it, and you're full of flowers towards us.

No other flower can bloom, such strong and pure white petals.

No other flower can be separated from such a rare **.

Oh white pear blossoms, you clusters of flowers.

Anger on the branches, with your purple heart.

Bring summer, bring ripe fruit.

3. Crab claw flower.

Maybe you don't feel sad because of this, the crab claw flowers burst into flames along the clay pot.

And in the silence you turned back together, and you gestured to the window.

In the crimson despair, in the tangle of cyan tendons, you begin to say that Ki Zheng is naked.

There is a body fragrance overflowing, a petal.

Spit out, another petal.

Crab claw flowers, horizontal.

Take possession of all the sky on your forehead, and at the most beautiful moment you begin to say pain.

The branches and leaves are relaxed, and the sound of water in the stems fills the ears.

You are stunned, at the moment when the flower bursts like a wound.

4. Begonia Flower Creek.

It is the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, and the begonias in front of the door are scattered all over the place.

Flowing into a stream of flowers, I know very well that you will never return.

But I'm still used to waiting for you, cold and summer.

You don't know me, look at how many begonia flowers.

5. Seven mile incense.

The streams are anxious to flow to the ocean, but the tides are eager to return to the land.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers, he waved goodbye so easily.

Twenty years after the vicissitudes of life, our souls return night after night.

When the breeze blows, it turns into a garden full of tulips.