There are no cases of planting flowers in your heart?

May all good things be as you see them, as they are on the outside as they are on the inside. Please plant the flower in your heart.

Epigraph If you have not received the gift of sunlight, how can those tiny buds bloom? If you haven't wished for the beauty of the world, how can flowers be willing to bloom such delicate colors?

It's because my heart is full of good thoughts.

It is to lift up a sign that has fallen on the side of the road; It is to pick up cans on the ground; It is a return of the extra dollar made up by the aunt of the small shop; It's the morning to turn on the lights for my classmates.

The smiling kindness gathers into the sea, and the warmth in between it is self-evident.

Or is it because there is love in your heart?

For example, in front of the donation box, you can pour out all your savings; For example, the teachers on the three-foot podium who teach people tirelessly and selflessly; For example, when disaster strikes, teachers and students, parents and children, husbands and wives, and many strangers are connected together in an instant, and from then on, our hearts beat together in the love that they care about.

One after another, the beautiful flowers that bloomed in the depths of the heart finally joined into pieces and opened into the sea, swaying in the heart, and the waves were layered.

So, also because the heart is full of hope?

I remember Cheng Fei, the queen of vaulting, who missed the gold medal for a regrettable mistake at this summer's Olympics. I was so impressed by her hidden tears that I still feel sad to think about it. And I remember her smile after wiping away her tears, and the whole audience was shouting her name, and she laughed and cried.

And I understood that at that moment she stood up again, and her heart bloomed with a warm and hopeful flower.

And maybe it's because my heart is strong.

CCTV-10 "Revisited" column has an issue called "Red Child" story. The story tells the touching stories of the descendants of many revolutionary predecessors who were strong and unyielding in the war-torn years and in the tribulations of a foreign land. **'s daughter Zhu Min survived hard in the Nazi concentration camp, for her to live one more day is victory, she survived so strongly, but her heart full of pain still bloomed a beautiful and unyielding, sonorous rose in the flames.

Flowers, flowers, flowers that keep blooming.

I still remember the squad leader Shi Jin, who laughed like a spring in "Soldier Assault", stroked the head of the stupid Xu Sanduo and said: "Everyone has tweed in their hearts, one by one, but beautiful." At that time, the signal flares of the exercise were shining brightly in the sky.

The bright brilliance and the smile of the squad leader Shi Jin reflected it, and finally became the eternal warmth in everyone's hearts.

Full of kindness, full of love, full of hope and full of strength.

May all the good things in the world be as beautiful on the outside as you see them on the inside.

Please plant the flower in your heart.

The story of me and the girl who loves me.

When I was in college, a girl liked me, and I knew it, but I already had another girl in my heart at that time.

The girl who likes me, when I was in self-study, she always looked at me silently, although I didn't have too many feelings for her, but the feeling of love was quite good.

Until one time, when I gave 15 bouquets of lilies to a girl I liked downstairs, the girl who loved me saw it, and then she rarely answered me.

A year later, yesterday, she texted me (and I didn't get my number from there) with the message: "The lily you gave her was delivered to her, but it was planted in my heart forever, I wish you happiness." ”

<> "Plant flowers in your heart, and life will not sell eggplant bridges and be barren."

Interpretation: A person's heart has ideals, there is hope, life can live a wonderful life, the natural floral scenery can make us temporarily comfortable, and the heart of the flowers, but can give us a lifetime of fragrance. Carry.

In the past two days, I have been watching "Those Things About the Rabbit That Year". To be honest, I never imagined that I could feel the history of the flower grower so closely and harmoniously. So, watching the scene of the rabbit leading the flower grower to rise step by step, I cried.

Clause. In episodes 6 and 7, there are two episodes that moved me very much. One is that Mao Xiong unilaterally broke the contract, not only removed all the experts, but also burned all the materials.

At this point, the rabbit took a stick and tried to rummage through the bucket of ashes for the fish that had slipped through the net. The other is that in the midst of the enemy, the flower grower was determined to develop his own yuanzidan, and without a computer, he used an abacus to calculate, and finally succeeded in the most time.

We all know that Phoenix Nirvana is indeed magnificent, but few people really understand the process of Hunger Jane Nirvana. Think about it, enduring the burning of the raging fire, how intense the pain the phoenix must have experienced in order to succeed in nirvana.

Today, the flower grower is indeed getting stronger and stronger. However, as an ordinary rabbit of the flower planter, we should not forget that our comfortable life is paved with the blood and sweat of many ancestors.

Don't forget the past life, the teacher of the future. We enjoy this prosperity with peace of mind, but we are also deeply grateful to our ancestors who brought us this glory.

No matter what we want to do, we have to work hard, just take us planting rent flowers.

I raised a pot of cockscombs, and it was my birthday, and my dad's friend gave me a pot of cockscombs as a gift.

Its leaves are purple and the poles are purple too, and I love it so much that I can take it up to the balcony. From then on, I always went to see the flowers when I came home from school every day. One early summer evening, when the sun was still shining hotly on the earth, the land opened its mouth as if it was thirsty.

When I went to see the flowers, the flowers seemed to say, "Little master, give me water!" "I thought, no, the sun is so fierce, as soon as you water it, the flowers will die.

I said to the flowers, "Don't worry, I'll give you water when the sun goes down." Hua seemed to understand my words and bowed her head obediently.

After a while, when the sun had set and the ground was no longer hot, I took a basin of clear water and poured it slowly, when I could only hear a creaking sound in the dirt, as if it were a flower saying, "Thank you!" Thank you!

When I saw that he was so thirsty, I gave him a drink. After more than an hour, I went to see it again, and the branches and leaves of the cockscomb flower were slowly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the purple-red face, as if to say, "The little master is so good."

Another day, it rained heavily, I went back to the confinement shed Gao after school and ran to the balcony, and looked, the rain washed away a lot of mud in the flower pot, and the cockscomb also fell, I was very sorry, and I was busy digging the mud in the rain, and then planting the flowers. Time passed day after day, and finally the beautiful cockscomb flower bloomed.

Looking at the beautiful cockscomb flowers in full bloom, I not only sighed that I had no hard work and no gain.

Qin Shilin The stars surged into a beautiful starry sky, the swallows cut out the gloom of winter to make up a spring day, and the wind woke up the sleeping "ocean" in my heart.

My footsteps stopped beside a blossoming tree, which shone softly in the warm sunlight and filled my heart little by little. I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, trying to grab a fragrance, but there was a sudden scolding from behind, my hand trembled slightly, I didn't want to, I was startled to drop the petals of the branch, they were flowing in the wind, I seemed to fall into a dream, and my thoughts went back to that evening.

The sunset filled the sky, my mother took me and my brother downstairs for a walk, and after a while, my mother picked up a ** and rushed home, before leaving, I told my brother and I to wait for her downstairs. After my mother left, my brother took me to sit down by the pool, and the colorful fish in the water suddenly attracted me, I bent down and tried to reach out to catch it, but my brother stopped me: "This is too dangerous, sit down."

I didn't pay attention to him, these fish were so beautiful, the bright colors, the tail like a long skirt, all teased my heart. I wanted to break free of my brother's hand, but he held on tightly, my temper came up all of a sudden, and pushed my brother hard, with the splash of water, my hand also broke free, the water was not deep, but although my brother stood on his feet, he also staggered back a few steps, his hand slammed on the rockery, and the red blood gushed out at once, I panicked all of a sudden, and took a few steps back and turned around and ran towards home, my hands were cold, and I kept shaking, crying and telling my mother everything. At that time, it was getting late, but I could still clearly see my brother's deep brow and pained expression, and the wound on his left hand and right hand was still oozing blood.

In the days that followed, I raised those beautiful fish, but none of them were as beautiful as I saw at that time, and within a few months, they also died one by one, and my brother held my hand, and a scar was born from then on.

After many years, I gradually understood the truth, that things that are too beautiful cannot be taken for oneself after all. You love a shooting star, but when you have it, you are disappointed that it is just a stone; You love the sun, but when you get closer, you are sad because it burns you. But beautiful things can only be looked up to, or taken to heart.

I walked out of the dream, the fingers that touched the petals still had a vague fragrance, and at this moment, I had planted the flower in my heart, and I could see it slowly blooming into an ocean, swaying in the warm new house, full of fragrance.

Comment] The language is beautiful, echoing from beginning to end, and the structure is complete. The article, starting from the flowers, falls into the memories of the past, and feels the true meaning of life: too beautiful things cannot be taken as oneself after all, and should be looked up to or taken to heart.

Subtle and timeless, evocative. Then back to reality, the flower at this time is not just a flower of the image, it is already a flower of wisdom and soul, closely related to the topic, the theme is clear.