I hope you can share a few beautiful essays related to osmanthus, or other flowers

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Wang Wei, "Birdsong Stream".

"Osmanthus Blossoms".

It was all of a sudden, smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, in the dusk of the light rain.

The fragrance was at first shy and timid. I was suspicious, I stopped and looked around, and suddenly a gust of wind came, and what I inhaled into my nose was a lot of sweetness.

Some passers-by muttered to themselves, ah, the osmanthus is blooming. An excited smile was a surprise at first sight.

Heart, followed by the sweet fragrance of a ** really, osmanthus blossomed. The familiar sweetness is frank, strong, and delightful.

In a trance in front of me, there is a tree of flowers, finely broken, is a tree of osmanthus, in the small courtyard. When the moon is in the sky, the fragrance of flowers is misty. Just one tree can dye an entire village.

The grandmother's gaze was led by the osmanthus tree in the small courtyard, and her gaze was soft and full of kindness. She looked at the tree outside the window and said, in a few days, I can make osmanthus rice balls for you to eat.

We are happy. Osmanthus glutinous rice balls are delicious, one bite at a time, that is our most luxurious yearning in the old days. We looked out the window and were grateful for the delicate flowers.

I also heard my grandmother tell the story of the laurel tree in the moon, saying that an immortal named Wu Gang made a mistake and was punished by the Jade Emperor to the moon palace to cut down the osmanthus tree. The osmanthus tree was very strange, and as soon as he went down with an axe, the osmanthus tree quickly grew new branches. If he didn't cut it down for a day, the tree would grow like crazy enough to break the moon, so Wu Gang had to cut and chop under the tree day and night.

You can't do anything wrong, my grandmother sighed. Grandmother was sympathetic to Wu Gang. And we, in our little hearts, secretly think about the osmanthus tree, what would happen if it really broke the moon?

The osmanthus of that tree, how many osmanthus glutinous rice balls can be eaten. Such a secret thought, honey sweet sweet.

I once liked the narration in an old movie: Osmanthus flowers are blooming, and you can smell them for ten miles and eight miles. The story takes place during the war years, a pair of unrelated orphans, a six-year-old boy and a four-year-old girl, are adopted by a peasant woman, and they grow up and fall in love with each other in a small courtyard planted with osmanthus trees.

Later, after liberation, the boy's biological parents, who became a high-ranking official, came to the door and took the boy to the city. Outside the distance, everything seems to have changed, including the love of boys and girls' childhood sweethearts. But there is one thing that has not changed, that is, the osmanthus flowers in the small courtyard have bloomed, and they can be smelled for ten miles and eight miles.

The boy's dreams are full of osmanthus fragrance, and he can't resist missing it, and he is brought back to the girl by the fragrance of flowers.

This is the love of osmanthus, love is love, just sprinkle her strong love and honey all the way, endlessly, making people want to stop, haunting dreams.

Nowadays, osmanthus trees are not only found in the countryside, but also in many cities. In autumn, wandering around a certain street, there is the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. If there is just a rain at this time, the rain is not heavy, it is the kind that floats carelessly, and the fragrance of the flowers is very textured, and it is full of fingers with a brush.

Osmanthus dyed the air into a jar of honey, and people became a sweet person in it. I can't help but think of the poem written by the Song Dynasty poet Zhu Shuzhen: Under the window of a light store, people and flowers are fragrant.

This kind of time is very happy and very warm. At such a time, it is easy to think of some people, miss their goodness, and ...... with gratitude

Lin Qingxuan's osmanthus prose.

Hope it helps!

Summary. Lyrical prose about osmanthus.

The name of this essay is Osmanthus Ha.