The Flower of Love Blooms Essay 500 600 words

Coming into the hot summer, the sky is like a furnace, the scorching sun is in the sky, the red sun is scorching, I not only miss the warm, cool spring!

The drizzle and wet clothes are invisible, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to the silence" is the best portrayal of spring. The misty spring rain is thin, oblique, and softly floats to the face, bringing refreshing freshness, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants. In the face of the spring rain, people rarely hold umbrellas, always look up at the sky, let the flying smoke and rain kiss the cheeks, invade the clothes, and moisten the soul.

Beautiful flowers and plants grow vigorously in the moisture of rain and dew, and the thin dust has been removed, and the petals and branches and leaves appear more vivid and crystalline. A breeze blows, and the green leaves and petals drift away with the wind, falling into the dust and flying into the pond. Swallows flutter in front of the eaves; The lotus pond showed ripples of light smiles; Lovers hold hands and murmur among the flowers, ...... in the shade of the trees

People who have worked hard all day, in this silky drizzle, forget the day's fatigue and restore a peaceful state of mind.

"Invisible and silent" is a kind of realm, a kind of tranquility and detachment that returns to nature and integrates into nature. In this era of rampant materialism and profit, everyone is under tremendous pressure. The competition for further education, the hardships of employment, and the burden of family make people overwhelmed.

In order to gain the appreciation of leaders, the praise of colleagues, people work hard; In order to get a higher job title and get more promotion opportunities, people must continue to study and study day and night; In order to make the life of the family better and the children to receive a good education, people have to rack their brains and work hard to open up financial channels and generate income in various ways. Just like Li Bai's poem: "The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky, so that people listen to this withered face."

In the face of the grim reality, people have become utilitarian and impetuous, thinking in their minds and looking at power and money in their eyes, without a peaceful mind, without a friendly heart, and without the leisure of watching flowers and listening to the rain, life has become vulgar and boring. Such a person is pathetic, he can only be regarded as a slave of fame and fortune rather than his own master, the master of life must have a quiet, peaceful heart, can not only appreciate nature, but also conform to nature, follow the law, only in this way can he be comfortable in his work, and live left and right!

Let the flower of love bloom in your heart!

Love is everywhere in our lives.

Remember one night some time ago. I was playing in the square with a few classmates. Suddenly, my classmate Guan Huiting found a little boy sitting on the ground crying.

We walked over together and asked him, "Little brother, why are you crying?" The little boy said

The key to my house is missing, and I forgot my parents' **, so I can't go home. With that, he continued to cry. Guan Huiting said:

Little brother, don't cry, can we help you find it? The little boy nodded hurriedly.

We started to divide and work together. The two of us are looking for this side, and the three of them are looking for that side. After more than ten minutes, we still couldn't find it. So, we all went home.

The little brother touched his head and said, "Maybe the key was lost downstairs in my house." ”

We went downstairs to my little brother's house, and it was very dark, with only a few dim lights. A few of us walked together. A few of us searched east and west.

Finally, the key to the little brother was found in the haystack. The little brother said to us, "Big sister, thank you for helping me find the key, you are such a nice person."

When we heard this, our hearts were sweet.

So, love is everywhere.

Whether in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (**). Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a 650-word essay on the topic of blossoming that I have carefully arranged, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.

The folding fan, bamboo is bone, paper is clothing. Light opening, a red apricot, a beauty; The unopened apricot is reflected in the eyes of the person in the painting, and the eyes are like the sea of stars through the Milky Way, as if in anticipation, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

On the other side of the apricot branch, there is an old alley; At the end of the old alley, it is a fan shop, which has become the home of grandparents.

I still remember when I was a child, the fan workshop was booming, and my grandfather would get up early every day at dawn to make bamboo bones. When I got up, the fan was also lined up at the door with the fragrance of wood pulp, and if I couldn't put it down, I hung it on the apricot tree, and the wood pulp dripped off, and the trunk was spotted.

At noon, the work is over, grandma will sit in the workshop to take a nap, grandpa will get the radio, release the first "apricot blossom rain", it is the spring, the apricot is budding, the aroma can not overflow, mixed with the water vapor of wood pulp, leisurely swirling, grandma must be tired, pillow hands, breathe gently. Grandpa is happy'Quietly, after finishing the song, I glanced at my grandmother and took out a folding fan.

Uniform ink, and cinnabar, light wolf hair and small white clouds are stained with ink, in the fan surface of the swimming, it is like a flower, dry and distinct, point on the vermilion, 'whoosh' sand sound, the apricot tree in front of is a bud, grandpa also painted buds, grandma was woken up, look at the anger, only to see the flower branch, but also set up a beauty, Luo Yisu shoes, is in the prime of life, grandpa laughs, regardless of grandma shouting, wolf wielded, add black hair such as ruined wheel waterfall, grandma does not feel blush, should be the background of the apricot bud, her smile, is so beautiful, such as blooming apricot blossoms. Grandpa shook his hand again, and there was a faint halo on the beauty's face.

Between the laughter, the song "Peach Blossom Fan" also ended, the apricot blossom fiber letter was budding, and the joy was standing, but it was not opened. Grandpa's folding fan was finally dried, and grandma took it off and folded it. If you are not careful, that time will pass through your fingers, leaving a figure of flowers that are about to bloom.

Is the flower blooming? Grandma stood in front of her, and was shocked to realize that it was just a dream, and the fan was falling at her feet. 'Alas' sighed lightly, grandma picked it up, and looked at the woman, her eyes were clear, as if she was young.

The tears finally fell, reflected in the fan, the color will be opened, and then look, that touch of red, just like the apricot blossoms in the afternoon, the spread of tears, driving the red, like a flower blooming.

The flowers in the bushes bloom quietly and unconsciously; You should stop to enjoy the beautiful flowers and play a drunken song. —Epigraph.

Autumn is strong, after a light rain, I rode my bicycle on the street, the cool air with the fragrance of flowers on the side of the road, gently bumped into my arms, the fragrance of flowers between my lips and teeth, the car stopped unconsciously, I turned around, and saw the yellow wildflowers in the bushes on the side of the road. Suddenly, I remembered the ...... flowers blooming at the end of summer

It was such a late summer afternoon, I was still practicing alone in the classroom, coming early and leaving late, practicing "Later" hard day by day, but the teacher was still not satisfied and asked me to continue practicing, it has been three days, adding fuel to the fire! I was even more impatient. With the sound of footsteps, I knew that the teacher had come to check again.

The teacher pulls out the stool, sits down slowly, and closes his eyes. I know, just call me permission to play. I bounced it all the time.

Halfway through, the teacher tapped on my sheet music and motioned for me to stop. I looked up at him innocently. He paused and said

You go outside first, and come back later, I'll listen to you play. "I was shocked, I didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the teacher's gourd. After some thought, I walked out of the room, out of the room, and outside.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, the sky is still blue, and people are still in groups. I was just about to walk back. A burst of floral fragrance came to my face, I turned my head in surprise, and saw that in the grass opposite, unknown wildflowers bloomed, the pale yellow flowers reflected the afternoon sun, exuding a pleasing light, the color was not outstanding, but still as moving as a simple girl, with the wind blowing, the fragrance of flowers spread everywhere, it really has a general heart-warming feeling.

Why didn't I see such a beautiful flower when I came? By the way, I was just speeding by, leaving only a few bits of air behind me. **You can still smell the aroma, how can you know that there are flowers with a general taste here!

I suddenly thought, "Shouldn't it be slower?" Treat things more carefully?

Shrugged his nose, sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, and cast a few glances in the flowers. Suddenly it dawned on me! On the road of life, there will always be trivial things that will hold you back, such as playing the guitar.

Wouldn't it be better not to be busy coping, but to change your mind, practice the guitar with your heart, play every piece well, and do everything well. Bloom like a flower in the bush, so that everyone can appreciate the beauty of the flower, I also want to let **bloom at the fingertips, so that everyone who hears** is drunk!

I finally understood, and when I went back to the classroom and picked up my guitar, the teacher stopped embarrassing me. I no longer think about the annoying Hyun, and the music notes flow between my fingers like a trickle of water, giving people a beautiful feeling like flowers, and the small classroom seems to be filled with the fragrance of flowers! The happy music note gently knocked on the door of my heart, poured into my heart, and made me like ** more and love life more!

A flower that blooms in the depths of memory.

In the depths of our memory, there is a flower, and this is a simple, beautiful flower. This flower records the bits and pieces of life, this flower records a touching story, and this flower records a great story of love. Now the flowers of love have bloomed!

I can still remember:

When I was a child, our family of four went to the market, that time, my father bought back two maps to be pasted on the wall, but I pasted a picture on the wall, my father said to paste it in the position of the painting, let me "transplant" my beloved painting, I don't understand, why did my father want to stick it here, so I asked my father: "Dad, why do you stick it in this position, but not on it?" Dad smiled and patiently told me

It's a map, right? I nodded vigorously. Dad asked again

Dad asked again, "So put a very small word on it, can you see it?" "I was about to say no, but then I thought about it, don't I have to remove the painting?

He said, "Then you can't stick it to me!" Dad calmly and patiently said to me

I can't see such a small word hanging on it! "Actually, I knew in my heart that what my father said made sense, but I just didn't agree with where my father put the map. I knew I couldn't talk about my father, so I sat on the floor and cried.

My mother heard me crying, so she picked me up and kicked me, and I felt pain, so I continued to cry, and my mother kicked me out of the house and kicked me out of the door, and my father seemed to be angry and went out of the door. I want to go out to my dad and say to my dad: Dad, you go and post it, I won't fight with you.

I wanted to stand up, run to my dad, and say to my dad. As soon as I stood up, my foot was no longer obedient, and I fell to the ground at once. I wanted to ** the steps, but as soon as I moved, I rolled down the steps first.

When my mother saw it, she hurriedly called my father back, my mother changed my clothes, and my father quickly drove us to the hospital, and when we arrived at the hospital, the doctors were already off work. My mom told me to stand up and walk around. I just stood up and felt a bit of pain, but after a while, it was fine.

In fact, I know that my parents beat us and scolded us for their own sake.

This flower that blooms in the depths of memory will never wither!