In the middle of winter, the flowers and plants outside are withered, but my daffodils are often unbeaten. I like narcissus very much, because narcissus has an inner beauty. When daffodils suddenly appear in front of your eyes, the first thing you intuitively perceive is pure green, shining like jade. When you see it, you seem to be in the green embrace of nature. Its leaves come directly from the root minister, long, straight and upward, watching, suddenly! You seem to feel a temperament _ a stubborn upward momentum, that is, you add a force on the basis of just pleasing to the eye. Then you move your eyes upward, and you will see white flowers and yellow pistils sandwiched between leaves, which look so noble and elegant; At this moment, if you take a deep breath together, you will smell a faint fragrance, which will make you feel satisfied. Seeing this, you seem to feel that there is nothing to see, that's all. But don't forget, unknown and conscientious leaves and flowers carry the roots of nutrients. Although it looks normal, it looks a bit like an onion, but you see, the roots and beard are full, like a fat baby's little hand, and the roots that break the skin and reveal tender meat are so white and tender. I couldn't help thinking about it.
Throughout the ages, people always eulogize the plum that fights the storm, the chrysanthemum that stands proudly in the autumn frost, the charming peony, and the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained; Admittedly, these famous flowers and plants are rare, but I like this common narcissus best.
Narcissus, you showed people pure green, you dedicated your life to people to celebrate the spring, but when the spring rose, you quietly left and never competed. You ask little of others, but you give so much to others. How precious your spirit is and how noble your sentiment is! Every time I see daffodils, I think of those thousands of soldiers fighting for a better tomorrow on all fronts in Qian Qian. They are kind-hearted, simple-minded, take little and contribute a lot. Aren't they rich in the quality and charm of daffodils? I feel particularly gratified. I also want to be a small "narcissus" and give all my strength, even if it is meager.
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Narcissus language is narcissism, a strong man smiled, and I remembered a teenager.
Teenagers have peerless looks and are deeply loved by underwater goblins. But the only thing this boy loves is himself. Occasionally, one day he appreciates his reflection in the water, and his proud eyes are gentle. He asked softly, "Who are you? Why are you here? You are so beautiful ... "The goblin at the bottom of the water told himself, so he woke up from his sleep and started the reflection of the teenager. The boy was angry, and his angry face made the devil cry. So the goblin turned the boy into a flower at the water's edge, and let him enjoy life at the water's edge.
This is a beautiful and poetic myth.
Narcissus is firmly remembered for its particularity, rich in fragrance but unable to spread, and blooms in winter. If the time is just right, we can let it spend the Spring Festival with us. The flowerpot is the rest of the dead bonsai, and the stone is the stone I can't remember when I pick it up. A bigger garlic stands upright, but it blooms tall and straight. It does have a temper, and if it is not taken good care of, it will simply corrode itself, from root to leaf, irretrievably rotting.
Gee, it's like the black sheep of Wan Erzu.
But I fell in love with it carefully, and I couldn't help admiring its euphoria, its moon-like whiteness, and trying to smell its fragrance. Its fragrance is solidified transparent amber, and its fragrance is moonlight falling on the ground.
The moonlight is wrapped in amber, and tonight's serenade is sung by daffodils.
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How many times have I lied alone,
Feel bored and empty;
This scene flashed through my mind,
How many times have comforted my loneliness;
My heart dances with daffodils again,
My heart is full of joy again.
Another daffodil bloomed on the balcony outside the window, and the leaves and flowers danced in the cold wind. Like Wordsworth, I found the sustenance of my heart, smelled the fragrance like daffodils from the depths of my life, and was filled with joy again.