Think of a person from an ordinary plant or an ordinary object?

Chrysanthemum. I looked at it from afar, shining with a brilliant and dazzling bright spot, all the way to the ground, like a gorgeous and moving phoenix tail, and like a stage light.

Shining on the glittering dresses, the slender branches adorned with flowers. As I roamed through them, I felt that the chrysanthemums were very beautiful, but I was worried about whether the small chrysanthemums would be blown down or blown away by the wind.

Suddenly, a gust of wind roared towards me, and I wrapped my down jacket tightly, not good—chrysanthemums. I turned my head like a chrysanthemum to look at it, but I was shocked by what I saw! I stood there and looked at the chrysanthemums in amazement—the chrysanthemums held their heads high, their petite bodies looking unusually tall at this time, and they didn't even think of retreating in the face of the cold wind, but bravely fought against the cold wind.

Whenever this happens, I can't help but think of learning the violin.

's cousin told me about her idol, Perlman.

The story of his life! Perlman is the most compelling violinist in the world today. At the age of 13, he was selected to perform on American television because Perlman contracted polio at the age of 4.

As a result, he could not stand up and play, but with extraordinary perseverance, he insisted on practicing, and eventually became a world-class violin master. Constantly encouraging himself, Perlman with his own persistent beliefs. I have achieved who I am today, and I will look back at myself.

Whenever I encounter a problem in my studies, I always want to give up and forget it, anyway, my mother will teach me, and I never think of trying to solve the more difficult problems by myself. If it looks more challenging, you'll back down, so I'll think it's better next time.

bf Silent likes the first major section of fruitcake to read goose yellow.

Beautiful roses.

This year, on my mother's birthday, my father gave my mother nine roses. My mother was very happy, and she raised them in a vase, and I often went to see the nine roses.

The stems of roses are long and thin, with many small thorns growing on them. These thorns are sharp and hard, as if to remind human beings that they can only be seen from a distance, not touched.

The leaves of the rose are green, and the oval edges are many serrations. The leaves are all born in pairs, with only one at the end, like a clover.

There are many colors of flowers, such as: red like fire, white like snow, pink like xia, yellow Saijin each one is very beautiful. Each of these nine roses has its own posture, and some of them look up to the sky, as if they are showing off their beauty; Some bow their heads as if in contemplation; Some simply slanted their faces, not knowing what they were thinking.

Do you want to use plants to describe people?

Pines, chrysanthemums, orchids, plum blossoms, you can all write.