I write an essay to observe a flower and am in a hurry! 5

Plants - Daffodils.

When I was a child, I lived at my grandmother's house. At that time, there were many beautiful flowers in my grandmother's yard. In spring, there are spring flowers and peony flowers; In summer, there are sunflowers, crab claw lotus; In autumn there are chrysanthemums and bunches of red, and in summer there are plum blossoms and daffodils.

Among them, I like daffodils the most, I like its appearance, and I like its "heart" even more. Although it is not as delicate as the peony flower, not as red as the sunflower, not as eye-catching as the chrysanthemum, and not as fragrant and intoxicating as the plum blossom. But the daffodils are slim, and the daffodils are clean and clear.

There's an even bigger reason: "Daffodils have a tenacious vitality." ”

Daffodils are known as the "Limbo Fairy". Indeed, its moving posture makes people fall in love at first sight.

Grandma's pots of daffodils are beautiful.

In January, the daffodils are blooming! Its emerald green leaves are emerald green, green and shining, green is bright, criss-crossing between the green leaves, there are a few white and flawless small flowers scattered and scattered, and the flowers are embedded with a **-like stamens, exuding bursts of faint fragrance, which is particularly elegant. Daffodils have nothing to do with soil, and rain flower stone is its "soil".

I thought: I want to be pure and white in my mind like it, without a bit of sludge. The roots of daffodils are like a big onion, and there are white roots under the roots, and they are like long earthworms around the hard rain stones, and they look very stubborn.

A gust of wind blows, Xiaohua shakes its head, swings its soft body, and seems to be dancing on the water stone in crystal clothes, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In winter, many flowers can't withstand the ravages of the cold and the test of fate - they wither. The daffodil, on the other hand, is not afraid, when it is cold and snowy outside, it stands proudly, still so energetic and full of life, as if fighting against the cold wind, so persevering, that people love it more and more.

I love Narcissus! Love its beauty and fragrance, love its nobility and purity, and love its tenacity and perseverance!

Write it yourself, write about what kind of flower it is, and then write about what he looks like, what it smells like, where it comes from, and it's probably OK.

The community where my home is located has a clean and beautiful environment. Flowers bloom in the flower beds all year round. In particular, a jar of roses, red, black, white, and yellow, is fragrant and gorgeous. People passing by here stopped to watch and marveled.

One afternoon, when I was walking home with light steps after shopping for school supplies, I happened to see a little girl of seven or eight years old sneakily watching by the flower bed. I was suddenly suspicious, so I flashed behind the tree next to me and took a closer look. I saw her look around, then took out her scissors and bent down to cut a crimson rose.

I yelled, "Can't cut it!" Can't cut it!

The little girl was stunned by my shouting, and the scissors also fell, and looked at me at a loss. I ran up to me and said, "Little sister!

Besides, if everyone picked it up because they liked it, it would have been bare for a long time. How can there be such a beautiful environment? ”

The little girl said, "Big brother, I know it's not right to do this, but I have no choice but to do it. I'm here to --- I say:

Little sister, don't worry, I'll figure it out. She added, "My grandmother is sick and she loves roses."

But I don't have any money, so "Oh! I know! I pondered for a moment and thought to myself

Why don't I ask my grandfather for a rose? So I said, "Wait, I'll go and get you a rose."

Then he strode towards his grandfather's house.

I took out my scissors and cut Grandpa's roses. Grandpa stopped me and said, "I can't cut it, this is my lifeline."

I told my grandfather about my little sister's situation. When my grandfather heard this, he supported me vigorously and picked a rose with the largest bloom and the most gorgeous red and gave it to me.

I quickly gave this rose to the little girl, who was small and smiled like a beautiful flower. Turning around and leaving, looking at her happy back, I finally understood the true meaning of "giving roses to others, leaving fragrance in your hands".