Essay on flowers 5, Essay essay on flowers

Life is helpless, only then can I understand the desolation of "flowers and flowers flying all over the sky". However, flowers do not bloom for the sake of falling, but for splendor. On the road of life, isn't it a poetry to pick up small flowers on the side of the road?

A person's life is like a flower: budding, blooming, withering. How is the wind and snow in the world? A short life has to bear the faith of life!

I remember a poem by Bingxin: "The flowers in the corner, when you are alone and self-appreciating, the world will be small." "Beautiful flowers always silently exude fragrance, who can read their true thoughts?

My friend gave me two sprigs of goldenrod and said, "Just give them some water and they will survive for days." With some disbelief, I put the flowers in the vase and gave them some water, but I didn't expect them to really survive, and they lived for about ten days!

But it's a bit of a pity: when the flowers bloom to the end, the nutrients are really not available, and some unopened buds can only wither.

In the past, I only thought of goldenrod as a dish, so I didn't look at it carefully. Nowadays, this golden needle flower is placed in the living room as a landscape, and its appearance is gradually imprinted in my heart. Actually, I think:

The golden needle flower is very similar to the lily, the darling of the flower shop now, with the same petals evenly divided into several petals, long stamens, and even the folds. But the golden needle flower is definitely much more useful than the lily, it can not only be used as a dish, but also as medicine!

When the blooming needle flowers were about to wither, the mother plucked them and gathered them together. The flowers ended up in my stomach. And what about the withered buds?

I buried them in the ground, even if it was my "reward" for the enjoyment of my sights and tastes.

Lily flowers. When the thatch trembled in the spring breeze, the bud germ on the wattle was just beginning to swell. At this time, on the gray-yellow earth, the purple lily flowers have quietly bloomed.

Compared to the vast undulating mountains, they are as small as cold stars in the night sky. At first, the colors were dotted.

When you wake up one morning, you will suddenly find that those tiny flowers have become a vast galaxy. The cries of the cattle in the spring are full of restlessness and eagerness, and the sheep that are buried in grazing always raise their docile heads at this time. But they are cautious in their steps, refusing to trample on the weak flowers, and only sniffing with their nostrils.

Those faint fragrances are full of memories and the fragrance of the next season.

Spring diary, spring prose poems, beautiful sentences describing spring, beautiful cherry blossoms, magnolia flowers, pear flowers, begonia flowers, lilac flowers, peach blossoms. Spring scenery, Beijing's country parks, April fragrant.

1."Petals of a Flower".

I don't know about you-

Flowers, you have a few petals.

I want to count them under the bright moon.

When your delicate petals wither.

I don't want it to be buried in the dirt.

Please let me clip it piece by piece in the book.

Stay for the coming year. At the turn of each page.

The room is filled with your fragrance.

2."It's the rain that broke the heart of the flowers".

Is it that the rain has broken the heart of the flowers, the flowers are crying, who will comfort them?

Flowers, flowers don't cry, the rain has no intention of hurting you, we met in a hurry, I love you, that knows how to be affectionate and difficult to become a family, deep love but to leave, is it the wind blowing off the flowers, is she going to find the rain of love, life and death are also promised, flowing water with flowers, deep money, in this life the rain flowers and reunion, see the flowing water go away, Wushan to go together.