A flower’s life writing composition

1. Write an essay based on the life of a flower

I am a flower, no, I used to be a flower, a flower that is beautiful and gorgeous.

Like thousands of flowers that bloom in spring, I have the capital of pride and the praise that can be easily received. Maybe I was born superior, but my personality is extremely pretentious. I am eager to hear praise from all over the world, and I refuse to hear any dissonant voice.

The fact is that I have shown my most perfect side in the world, which is so perfect that people are amazed. I think this is the standard I pursue, and I never allow myself to make any mistakes. Day after day, I was completely immersed in a state of narcissism. I even thought that spring was eternal and my life was eternal.

Little did he know that his so-called beauty and eternity would be wiped out in an instant, and his life would pass away as tragically as autumn leaves in an instant. Until one day, my dream bubble was ruthlessly destroyed, leaving me alone in the corner crying in confusion and despair.

It was a sunny day. After I woke up early from my sleep, oh, it was a new day. I straightened my waist as usual, allowing myself to breathe the freshest air, suck the most crystal clear dew, and bathe in the warmest sunshine.

I have always been confident, so confident that I only have one self in my eyes. I know I am a little hypocritical and artificial, but after all, I am a flower, a flower that gives the essence of spring.

"Everything about me is what I deserve." I repeatedly said to myself that I must show a flawless self.

Finally, the applause I was looking forward to arrived. Suddenly my legs felt a little weak. I thought it might be because I was too tired these days. I would be fine if I took a rest. When I tried to hold myself up, the clear and innocent voice of a little boy came over, "Look, that flower is so beautiful!" I smiled proudly, and then the little boy pointed at me and said: " Oh my god, this beautiful flower is about to wither, and the petals are already turning yellow. What a pity."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, which hit my fragile heart hard. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and I kept saying to myself: "It's not true, why should you believe him?" I felt as if I was an empty shell, and my soul seemed to no longer exist. I cried helplessly and shouted madly, but it was all in vain. I could already see a yellowing and extremely incongruous mark left on my once beautiful petals.

I feel as if I have spent a century. Terrible loneliness engulfs my heart. Yesterday, which is within reach, seems to be out of reach. I said to myself, I still want to live. If I could turn back time, I would sacrifice everything I have, but it is already too late.

Since that day, all the pride and confidence I once had collapsed. I had no choice but to cry silently alone, waiting for my life to pass away bit by bit. Waiting, aimlessly, almost withdrawn... Later, the wise man among the flowers told me something: "The biggest mission of a flower's life is not to bloom, because blooming is short-lived.

But lasts forever. The end of life is the real value of life, it allows you to have the most beautiful color of life. "I finally understood how ridiculous and ignorant I was that I was lost. I thought that lightning-like beauty was my eternal waiting, but I didn't understand. That’s the real point.

I began to learn to change myself and become optimistic and strong, because I already understood the value of my existence and what I was waiting for. Finally one day, at the moment when my life was about to end, I was made into a dried flower.

In fact, this is not the end of life, but a rebirth. I closed my eyes with a smile and left this world without any regrets.

No, I did not leave. What left was that beautiful body, and what remained was my heart. I was bought by the boy who hurt me.

I should really thank him. It was he who helped me understand my true self and learn to accept and change myself. The little boy still said as before: "This is really a beautiful flower."

I laughed, it was a smile from the heart. At that moment, I waited for the perfection and eternity I had been pursuing so hard.

Postscript: I accidentally opened a book of poems today, with a dried flower sandwiched between them, and the song "Beautiful Waiting" jumped into my eyes: I am waiting, waiting for the flowers to bloom. Maybe it can prove the existence of time.

But they cannot finish the journey, the brilliance of the four seasons. Spring will eventually leave. 2. Write an essay based on the life of a flower

I am a flower, no, I used to be a flower, a flower that is beautiful and gorgeous. Like thousands of flowers that bloom in spring, I have pride and easy praise. Maybe I was born superior, but my personality is extremely pretentious. I am eager to hear praise from all over the world, and I refuse to hear any dissonant voice. The truth is that it is as I wish. I show my most perfect side in the world, which is so perfect that it is amazing. I think this is the standard I pursue. I never allow myself to make any mistakes.

Day after day, I was completely immersed in a state of narcissism. I even thought that spring was eternal and my life was eternal. Little did he know that his so-called beauty and eternity would be wiped out in an instant, and his life would pass away as tragically as autumn leaves in an instant.

Until one day, my dream bubble was ruthlessly destroyed, leaving me alone in the corner crying in confusion and despair.

It was a sunny day. After I woke up early from my sleep, oh, it was a new day. I straightened my waist as usual, allowing myself to breathe the freshest air, suck the most crystal clear dew, and bathe in the warmest sunshine. I have always been confident, so confident that I only have one self in my eyes. I know that I am a little hypocritical and artificial, but after all, I am a flower, a flower that gives the essence of spring. "Everything I have is what I deserve." I said to myself repeatedly. I must show a flawless self.

Finally, the applause I was looking forward to arrived. Suddenly my legs felt a little weak. I thought it might be because I was too tired these days. I would be fine if I took a rest. When I tried to hold myself up, the clear and innocent voice of a little boy came over, "Look, that flower is so beautiful!" I smiled proudly, and then the little boy pointed at me and said: " Oh my god, this beautiful flower is about to wither, and the petals are already turning yellow. What a pity." This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, which hit my fragile heart hard, and I suddenly felt like the world was spinning. I kept saying to myself: "It's not true, why should I believe him?" I felt as if I was an empty shell and my soul seemed to no longer exist. I cried helplessly and shouted madly, but it was all in vain. I could already see a yellowing and extremely incongruous mark left on my once beautiful petals. I felt as if I had spent a century, a terrible loneliness engulfing my heart, and the yesterday that was within my reach seemed to be out of reach. I said to myself, I still want to live. If I could turn back time, I would be willing to pay the price with everything I have, but it is already too late.

Since that day, all the pride and confidence I once had collapsed. I had no choice but to cry silently alone, waiting for my life to pass away bit by bit. Waiting, aimlessly, almost withdrawn...

Later, the wise man among the flowers told me something: "The greatest mission of a flower's life is not to bloom, because blooming is short-lived. But it lasts forever. The end of life is the real value of life, it allows you to have the most beautiful color of life. "I finally understood how ridiculous and ignorant I was that I was lost. I thought that lightning-like beauty was my eternal waiting, but I didn't understand. The real point. I began to learn to change myself and become optimistic and strong, because I already understood the value of my existence and what I was waiting for.

Finally one day, at the moment when my life was about to end, I was made into a dried flower. In fact, this is not the end of life, but a rebirth. I closed my eyes with a smile and left this world without any regrets. No, I did not leave. What left was that beautiful body, and what remained was my heart. I was bought by the boy who hurt me. I should really thank him. He helped me understand my true self and learn to accept and change myself. The little boy still said as before: "This is really a beautiful flower." I smiled, and it was a smile from the heart. At that moment, I waited for the perfection and eternity I had been pursuing so hard.

Postscript: I accidentally opened a book of poems today, with a dried flower sandwiched between them, and the song "Beautiful Waiting" jumped into my eyes:

I am waiting,

Waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Maybe it can prove,

the existence of time.

But they can't finish walking.

The brilliance of the four seasons.

Spring will eventually leave. 3. A 2000-word composition titled The Life of a Flower

Plum Blossom Soul On the endless snow-capped land, several plum blossoms stand proudly.

They show people a quiet and elegant beauty with their elegant posture. This can't help but surprise me, how does she have such a simple temperament? Looking at it, it is a pure world, everything seems to be transparent; when you get closer and appreciate it, you will see such petite petals and such handsome stamens, which even a painter can't describe.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the flower branches are still covered with ice. The lovely plum blossoms wrapped in ice become more and more pure, and the ice wrapping the plum blossoms is also full of artistic charm. There are also some plum blossoms hidden by the wall, unknown to the public, but exuding fragrance.

Just like Wang Anshi's famous saying: "You know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming." It brings people into a wonderful and illusive realm.

This is plum blossom, by no means an ordinary flower. Unlike the peony, which pursues luxury, nor the chrysanthemum, which is too reclusive, the plum blossom has its noble side.

She is humble, simple, and unyielding. With her own character, she brings people beautiful memories and allows them to enjoy the joy of walking in the snow to find plum blossoms. She silently dedicates her beauty, blooming when flowers are most lacking, dedicating her youth to the earth, and making this quiet winter more charming.

Plum blossoms can be described as "pretty but not competing for spring", or as "fallen into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same", so plum blossoms have a soul. I originally like winter, when people's body and mind can be freed from heavy constraints, so I like this plum with soul even more.

The eternal soul of plum blossoms on the vast earth...Plum Blossoms Ode I praise the steadfast pines and cypresses, I praise the hedge chrysanthemums that brave the west wind, I praise the lotus's arrogance in the mud, but I even more praise the plum blossoms' proud blooming in the snow. . When all the flowers wither, only the plum blossoms are vibrant.

Standing proudly in the biting cold wind against the snowflakes flying all over the sky. In the middle of winter, when the ground is freezing and the sky is cold, the plum blossoms blooming proud of the snow are so bright.

The fragrance of the stock is refreshing. The flowers are white with red inside, and the petals are smooth and transparent, as if they were carved from amber or jasper, with a bit of ice-cold elegance.

Some are as bright as morning glow, some are as white as auspicious snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms may bloom early or late. On the same plum tree, you can see various forms of blooming.

Some are shyly waiting to be bloomed, with fresh and cute pink buds; some have just bloomed, and a few bees got in, greedily sucking the pollen; some have been blooming for a long time, with tender pink petals. People love it; the plum blossoms that bloomed lively before have now withered their petals. When the wind blows the flowers and falls, you don't have to worry about the petals breaking. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder it is, the more wind and snow pressure it has, the more energetic and delicate it blooms.

There is a saying from the ancients: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." What blows it is not the gentle spring breeze, but the biting cold wind; what moisturizes it is not the cool and sweet fragrance. Rain, but freezing ice and snow; what shines on it is not the bright sunshine, but a ray of setting sun in the severe cold.

Only a challenging life is a good life. It was a proud fragrance in the cold. Facing the fluttering white snow, she smiled even brighter.

It never competes with the flowers for the bright spring, nor does it show off its beauty. It is proud and never arrogant. Every morning in the cold winter, a unique, elegant fragrance floats from the window.

It is not only its elegant and elegant demeanor that has made ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also its icy muscles and jade bones, and its lingering fragrance in the cold, which is regarded as the essence of the nation and is valued by the world. Plum blossom, with its noble, strong and humble character, inspires people to work hard.

The color of plum blossoms is gorgeous but not demonic. The fragrance of plum blossoms is quiet and elegant.

The appearance of plum blossoms is ancient and delicate.

Isn't this our construction worker? No matter how cold or hot it is, whether it's windy or rainy, no matter how cold it is, they work hard at their jobs.

I want to learn plum blossoms, and I want to be a person like plum blossoms. The lotus flower written about lotus is native to the vast areas of southern Asia and is now widely distributed around the world.

Lotus belongs to the Nymphaeaceae family. Their shape is very like a rose, and the fruits grow in pods that look like a wasp's honeycomb. There are many edible olive-sized fruits, commonly known as "lotus seeds". Lotus is also a "living fossil" and one of the earliest plants among angiosperms.

"I only love the lotus when it comes out of the mud but is not stained, and when it touches the clear ripples it is not demonic." This is a sentence that has been passed down through the ages in Zhou Dunyi's "Love of the Lotus", which talks about the nobility and elegance of the lotus. The spiritual qualities of perseverance, perseverance and kindness also outline the graceful posture of the lotus in front of people's eyes.

And because the young hero Nezha in "The Romance of the Gods" is the incarnation of the lotus, he slays demons and upholds justice, so the lotus has become a symbol of bravery and justice. In real life, most people have the same beautiful qualities as lotus flowers. They contribute silently, are upright, and work hard.

It is precisely because of this that we have a stable and harmonious society today. During the 5.12 earthquake, PLA soldiers fought tenaciously despite hardships and saved countless lives and national property; while fighting the CCTV fire, a fire fighter took off his fire mask and gave it to the rescued people. Giving the hope of life to others and finally making a heroic sacrifice, isn't this the embodiment of the lotus spirit? Of course, we have also seen that a small number of people in society gradually break away from the qualities of lotus flowers under many temptations and become ugly, treacherous and greedy people. They collude with bad people, damaging the interests of the country and people and causing harm to society. , and also put myself on the road of no return... I will be a lotus-like person in the future, make due contributions to society and the motherland, and obtain a happy life through hard work. This is my goal. 4. Composition on Flowers and Life

In the early morning, I strolled through the flower market.

There are many gorgeous flowers blooming on both sides of the road, and these flowers show off their beautiful dresses to people. The breath of life is everywhere.

The sound of "Bang!" attracted people's attention. What broke it? I looked around and saw that a little girl accidentally broke a pot of orchids. The pot of orchids was lying alone on the ground. Unfortunately, the branches were broken and the flowers were scattered on the road that had just rained, looking dirty and ugly! A woman came over to take a look, then led the little girl away.

Then the potted flower was thrown into the trash can by the cleaner. "Is this potted flower's life over like this?" I asked in my heart.

I don’t believe it, but I can’t help but believe it. Maybe it’s fate. Who made Hua’er’s life so fragile? And this reminds me of human life. Isn’t this the same in human life? Life is short! So how much time has passed by us from now on? How much do we have left? When we enter this world, God's stopwatch starts timing us: one second, two seconds... time flies by. Someone may ask: "One second? What can you do in just one second?" No! In one second, we can write a word; in one second, the human heart beats once; in one second, we can breathe 93 ml of air... It shows how useful one second is! A person's life is made up of this second. Can it be said that one second is useless? However, how should we spend our time in this short period of time? As Ostrovsky said: "The most precious thing for people is life, and life is only once for us.

A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not feel that it was wasted I regretted my time, and felt ashamed of my inaction. "In the blink of an eye, 14 springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed in my life. I should ask myself: "Have you spent your years in vain? Have you ever done any glorious things?" Headed.

But I still have youth; there is still tomorrow; there is still a future! The future and tomorrow are still waiting for me to work hard! I will not let time turn into smoke, I will let it grow green shade around me and bear heavy fruits! I will cherish the time, study hard, work hard, and dedicate my youth and wisdom to our great motherland! Let us fight for the flower of life to be more beautiful.

5. Write a composition about flowers

In summer, the last gardenia is fragrant

Occasionally, I pass by a gardenia bush and see the gardenia that was dressed in white not long ago. There are only a few white stars left on the flowers and trees, where the fragrance is lingering.

Have you ever remembered your face in late spring? The bud is ready to bloom, with a slightly green appearance, gently, gently bringing a little fragrance to the world you have just arrived in. Tentatively, looking at the new world approaching summer.

At the beginning of summer, your face is no longer shy, and you boldly open your pretty and petite face. Not only that, your fragrance is gradually and quietly getting stronger and stronger, attracting a few mischievous little bees from time to time, becoming small and naughty embellishments in the dense green leaves.

It is midsummer, and some of your petals are slowly turning yellow. But you, who are weak but tenacious, seem unwilling to give in prematurely. You return to your roots and continue to use your power to exude this inconspicuous fragrance, swaying your inconspicuous beauty in the wind.

Although summer is in full swing now, your life has entered its final chapter. A season of ups and downs has allowed you to understand a chapter of the world, and it has made you yearn firmly and persistently to play the most beautiful note in the final chapter. The closer the threat of death is, the more melodious fragrance it brings. This is you, still strong before withering.

The last gardenia, what kind of faith supports you to the end of your life but still doesn’t give up? Is it your yearning for a better life and contribution to the world? Or do you want to be responsible for the unfinished mission to the end, so you decide to spend your whole life to complete it?

I am not a gardenia. I don’t know what it is like to be a flower. But I don’t know why, every time I see this little gardenia, it reminds me of a person, an unfortunate but determined person. She is just like the last gardenia in the summer. Although she is small and inconspicuous, she has the courage to fight against the powerful destiny and complete her mission. It is the gardenia that will always be fragrant in my heart. Your little snow-white flowers will never wither, mother!

It’s all right! ! 6. How to write a composition about flowers: "One flower, one world"

"One flower, one world"

————Article source: Happy Composition Network

Farmers say: One flower, one world.

Buddhists say: one leaf, one bodhi.

A grain of sand is a world, and a drop of dew can reflect the brilliance of the sun. Mount Tai does not allow fine soil, so it can become big; rivers and seas do not allow streams, so it can become deep. Everything starts from a small moment, and everything comes from a little bit. Grains of sand make up the earth, and planets make up the vast universe.

A small story contains a great truth, and a small experience condenses the true meaning of life.

Life spans for decades, and we are all struggling for the future. Success is gratifying, but the process of success is difficult, because you have to continue to gain and accumulate on the way to success. When you persist and accumulate to a certain extent, the door to success will open to you. So success is not a point, but a long journey, a journey of constant struggle, a journey of constant pursuit. An ordinary conversation means greatness, and a group of close-ups of life create eternity.

An action or a sentence can express a person's inner quality and cultivation. There are countless details in life. If you grasp every detail, your life will be more perfect.

When Heymans was 49 years old, he lost his left leg in a traffic accident, which cost him a good job. He decided to redesign his future life. He thought about writing. In the first two years, he received more than 700 rejection letters, and then he published a novel of less than a thousand words in a publication with a very small circulation. It was this small encouragement that made him He continued to write diligently and finally won world-renowned achievements in literature: in his more than 20 years of literary creation, he published 28 works and won dozens of literary awards. The towering peaks of mountains are covered with dust, and the trees that cover the clouds and sun begin with green onions. Lao Tzu said: "The tree that hugs each other is born from the smallest grain of wood; the nine-story platform is born from the base of the earth.

"And I want to say: "No matter how long the road to success is, it must be taken step by step. ”

Everything begins from a small drop, and all things come from a drop. A drop creates the world.

Buddhists say: One leaf, one bodhi.

Farmer said : One flower, one world. 7. A 400-word composition describing flowers

Some people say about morning glory: “There are no green leaves to contrast it. The red flowers are as beautiful as the red flowers. "Indeed, from a certain point of view, the life of green leaves and grass is undoubtedly much nobler than a flash in the pan, but I appreciate flowers, I love flowers, and I love morning glories even more.

Tears in the spring rain, The drizzle passes through the moist and warm air, making a "tapping" sound. The spring breeze smiles, blowing on the land of China, and also blowing on everyone's heart. A little life is about to bloom, but it is still in bloom.

After the spring breeze, the hot summer comes. People walk back and forth in the streets in the scorching heat. He understood the brisk rhythm and jumped with joy. The sky was booming and the rain kept falling, beating on the little life. Its leaves were bruised and bruised. It was crying and calling, and was undergoing training. Struggling and growing. After one night, only the poor bud is left, like a petite woman, but it is still in bloom.

Autumn has come, and the little life is finally in full bloom. But everything seems not to be going well. It has gone through the torture of wind and rain and the test of scorching heat in order to show its beauty in nature! But how can it compete with the flowers now? But it has not given up and continues to hold on tightly with its roots and stems. Hold on tight and climb up hard, because it is convinced that after climbing over the broken house that hinders it, it will be able to see the beautiful rainbow. Although it works hard, climbs and shouts, it sees the red maple leaves in autumn and the green land. Although it is declining and yellowing, it is always taking one step at a time and is persevering. Even in the face of the bone-chilling winter, it still fights unremittingly for its ideals.

Time ruthlessly robs the morning glory of its beauty. Life, it finally fell, it worked tirelessly for an ideal, even at the cost of its own life. This is morning glory, an indomitable flower...

When I When I live in this dilapidated house again, I am already a junior high school student, and the life experience of morning glories is also a true reflection of me. Today, morning glories are still in full bloom, but the times outside have changed. The principles of my life also make me understand that everything is changing, and only by learning to be strong can we stand firm in the ups and downs of life.

Morning Glory, I love you, and I thank you. 8. Composition about flowers

Composition about flowers 1. Sunflower There are many kinds of flowers in the world, such as magnolia, rose, rose, plum, chrysanthemum, clivia, camellia and so on.

However, the flowers that bloom the most and have the richest colors are sunflowers. As the saying goes: "Good flowers don't bloom often."

Sunflowers are also good flowers. Red, yellow, white, purple, deep red, orange... The petals of sunflowers are single-layered, shaped like plum blossoms, with red and black filaments with yellow spots on the core. The stem is long, thin, soft, and curved.

Its branches are very thin, the leaves are dense, and there are many flowers. Sunflowers only bloom when they see the sun. When the sun rises slowly from the east every day, the sunflowers rush to open their smiling faces.

As the breeze blows away, the sunflowers "shake their heads" as if they are reciting poetry, and they seem to nod to pedestrians. The flower buds of sunflowers are red and about the size of a soybean.

Different from other flower buds, they are short and round. The flower seeds of sunflowers are surrounded by several small leaves.

The flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds. When the small flower seeds are ripe, they are scattered in the arms of Grandpa Earth. After being moistened by the sun and rain, they will grow and bloom into more beautiful sunflowers in the second year. . The vitality of the sunflower is very strong. She sucks the nectar given to her by Grandma Lantian to her heart's content. She greedily absorbs the nutrients from Grandpa Earth.

Sunflowers thrive under the care of Grandpa Earth and Grandma Blue Sky, making the motherland more beautiful and adding to the beauty of nature. At night, the sunflowers are like children who have been playing all day, falling into a sweet dream tiredly and happily.

The morning glory is also a good flower. It blooms early and fades late. It and the sunflower seem to be a pair of good sisters. They have agreed to bloom together and enter sweet dreams together. They never bloom early or fail early. Decorate this beautiful nature together. They selflessly dedicate themselves and never ask for rewards from the motherland or people's appreciation. Although sunflowers do not have the nobility of roses, the fragrance of chrysanthemums, the purity and elegance of magnolias, and the fragrance of plum blossoms, sunflowers have the spirit of selfless dedication.

I love sunflowers. I feel its tenacious and vigorous vitality and its spirit of selfless dedication. 2. Plum blossoms I have never understood. Why do Chinese people prefer plum blossoms among all flowers? Is it because of its beauty? Yes, it is indeed beautiful: the flowers are cool and fragrant, solitary and fragrant, pure and flawless.

Standing like a proud swan among the ice and snow. "A little red among a thousand white bushes."

It opens dazzlingly and proudly; is it because of its unique beauty? Yes, its beauty is truly extraordinary. Its beauty has a different flavor compared to the delicate peonies, gorgeous roses and delicate lotuses.

Yes, even though it is not as fragrant as jasmine, not as beautiful as chrysanthemums, and not as gorgeous as peach blossoms, it is indeed very beautiful. Its beauty blooms in the wind and snow, and in the wind and rain. Open where no one can see.

So when people enjoy the beauty of the flowers, go out and see this red plum standing proudly in the wind and snow, who can not fall in love with it? Who can not be conquered by it? Who can not be attracted by its unique beauty? Is it because of its beautiful spirit? Yes, Chinese people love plum blossoms because they love plum blossoms with the spirit of being proud of snow and frost, and they love plum blossoms with the spirit of humility. What I love is that "the cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still pretty flowers and branches."

What I love is that "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bush." ​​Love it without fear of difficulties, in the silent place, proudly stand upright.

Love it and be willing to give selflessly behind the scenes. What I love is the soul, backbone and character of plum blossoms.

The reason why plum blossoms rank first among the "Four Gentlemen" is precisely because of this proud, humble and optimistic spirit! Chinese people prefer plum blossoms because red plums have the same spirit as Chinese people. It has the spirit of "You don't fight for spring, you just repay spring when it comes".

The bloody plum blossoms bloom so beautifully. It dares to fight with the wind and snow, and it dares to fight with the wind and rain.

She is the messenger of the spring girl. She is not afraid of the intimidation of the winter girl. She stands proudly in the world, spreading the fragrance of spring and sowing the seeds of spring. When the earth finally welcomed the belated spring girl, she quietly disappeared and turned into mud under her feet, leaving only a lingering fragrance lingering between heaven and earth.

Seeing a hundred flowers blooming, listening to a hundred birds chirping, seeing spring filling the earth, I left happily. So "Luohong is a heartless thing. We will see you again next winter."

Its life is like a piece of music full of joy and sorrow, from the dancing snowflakes to the colorful flowers. The plum blossoms are beautiful, but they leave their beauty to the pure white world; the plum blossoms are fragrant, but who knows the hardship of "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold"; the plum blossoms are pretty, but "the beauty does not compete for spring, but only repays the coming of spring."

Plum blossoms are proud of snow and frost, not afraid of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It devotes itself to death.

A touch of red brings spring to the world! 3. Narcissus I love flowers, and there are indeed many flowers I love, but the one I love the most is narcissus. I love narcissus because it is elegant and fresh, has an intoxicating fragrance, and has tenacious vitality. It is on my desk at home. There is a pot of narcissus. During the severe cold, I always change it to a pot of clear water every day to keep it moist at all times, otherwise it will die. This is the benefit of narcissus. It is not like those Noble peonies, peach blossoms and other exotic flowers and plants need careful care, and they will die if you are not careful. As for daffodils, they only need to be soaked in water, no need to worry, let alone pruning. This is what I keep. The doorway of flowers. Narcissus has always been called the "Fairy of Scales". Indeed, its moving figure makes people fall in love at first sight. Isn't narcissus the incarnation of the Fairy of Scales? Several tender green branches and leaves were pulled out from the *** stem of the narcissus. Among the green leaves, there were several small white flowers as white as jade, with heavy snow-like stamens embedded in the flowers. The breeze blows, and the little flowers nod repeatedly, seemingly dancing on the water in crystal skirts against the background of the water. Under the sunlight, they become more crystal clear and mesmerizing. I rarely touch it in the cold winter. Water, but it was a kind of training for narcissus. He lay quietly in the cold water, enduring the severe cold, but his body became stronger and stronger. Looking at the beautiful expression of narcissus, smelling the happy Fragrant, I really want to be a narcissus, bringing happiness to people. Narcissus, such a beautiful name. You are still full of vitality in the cold winter. You are immersed in cold water, as if you are fighting against the cold. You are so Perseverance, so endearing. Narcissus.