Flower-like Days Composition 1 Chunlan, Xia Lian, Qiuju, Dongmei. Beautiful as a flower, passing away like water, whoever walks slowly is like a flower in its prime.
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There is a kind of flower that blooms in my memory with spring breeze and a beam of sunshine. I held it carefully for fear that it would lose its petals.
I met her on a rainy day. I forgot to bring my umbrella that day. While hesitating, she smiled and handed me one. That smile floated away like the spring breeze in March, and I gently took it away, taking away six years of precious friendship.
We laugh, play and study together. We talk about everything, and there always seems to be endless words. We are better sisters than good friends. We were inseparable all day, unconsciously, from crying to cardamom.
Six years, it is said that the length is not long and the road is short. Just like a gently turned page, a leaf floated quietly. In these six years, every day is like a treasure, which is precious to me.
Time flies, fleeting. When the cicadas on the branches began to sing weakly, songbirds sang in the night, and a breeze was sent in summer, mixed with sweet gardenia fragrance, and we graduated. How to say a few lines in the graduation guest book in thousands of words? So we chose quiet inside. But endless tears are unbridled.
Six years, that's all. That precious friendship was carefully sealed in my memory and carefully treasured.
Those days are like gardenias in full bloom, white and sweet, and the fragrance has been lingering in my heart.
Xia Chan left, ushered in the bleak autumn wind, and we all became warriors in armor and went to the battlefield. Began a long, tense but fulfilling junior high school life. Those days that were full of bright sunshine and flowers are becoming more and more precious to me. Whenever I feel sleepy, I won't think of these days, and my mouth will show a shallow smile.
One day, spring will be the same as that year. The sky is light and the clouds are light. Who will deliver the brocade book? A few lines of gardenia-scented stationery are lowercase letters ... "Are you okay? I hope we won't change, our friendship won't change ... "Looking up again, two lines of clear tears quietly slipped down my cheeks, speechless, but the flowers in my heart swayed into a sea of flowers, and the breeze in Xu Lai was hazy and sweet.
I am safe, our friendship is safe, yes, forever.
Some memories will disappear with the years, but in my heart, this sea of flowers will sway forever, and that sweet flower will dance forever.
The spring breeze in March brushed my face slightly, the green willows fell to the shore, the pen tip fell into your charm, and the drizzling water gradually blurred and became somewhat poetic. Raise a pen and sigh gently, recalling our friendship and carefree days like flowers.
Two days after dawn, there are many colorful clouds floating lightly in the light blue sky, just like birds spreading their wings. Finally, it was summer vacation. My mother and I set foot on the road to visit my father in the village early, and my heart seemed to drift to my father with this cloud. The distant mountains are continuous, and my eyes have already crossed the top of the mountain, as if I saw the long-awaited brilliant sunflower. How much I look forward to seeing the "flower sea" in my father's mouth-the 10,000 mu sunflower edible base in Hallmo Dun Town, Rentou Village.
The earth is quiet and hazy, like a gray veil. On the 2 18 national highway, only a few big cars are driving tirelessly. Along the way, the Gobi was silent and the poplars were silent, as if they were still sleeping in last night's dream. After more than half an hour of bumps, we arrived at the village Committee of Renturgen Village. Pushing open the car door, I heard the loud speaker of the village Committee playing the powerful voice of village cadres and villagers' representatives. Ah, it turns out that those uncles and aunts who live in the village have already started working so early. Yes! Not only they, but also the people of Xinjiang are working hard to maintain social stability and long-term stability in Xinjiang!
The fiery red sun is rising, and dad is going to be a guest at home. I want to see the life in the countryside, so I pestered my father to go with me. After half an hour's drive, I came to my father's bag area. My eyes lit up and I finally arrived at the legendary "Flower Sea"-the 10,000-mu sunflower base in Juerentou Village, Dun Town, Hallmo. In front of my eyes, there is an overwhelming magnificent scene: golden sunflowers are smiling at the sun with golden plates tilted. In the golden sunshine, every petal seems to be cheering: I am blooming, look, I am blooming! The platter is squeezed, you push me, and the golden morning dazzles me. ...
The day in July looks like a child's face. It changes when you say it. The sky was clear in Wan Li just now, and now it looks like a black cloth. Raindrops fall from the sky. They landed gently on my nose and slapped my face. I ran to the mountain against the wind and looked at the scenery behind the mountain. It is drizzling in the back of the mountain today. It doesn't seem turbulent. I don't understand the heat wave here. But it makes the whole back hill covered with a thin layer of gauze, which is particularly mysterious. A quiet and remote village, lying in the mountains and drizzling, is like a paradise in Tao Yuanming's works. The dripping raindrops make up a waltz, in this wonderful and free world; Flowing in the songs of birds. The rain drops on the naked and dry mother earth, who quietly enjoys the moisture brought by the rain.
Soon, the rain stopped What a hurry. If it weren't for the fresh air, the spotless sky, the slightly moist soil paste and the faint scent of sunflower, I hardly believe it rained here! Crystal clear rain drops on the grass, and several "big pearls" are stained on each disk, which shine like diamonds under the refraction of sunlight. Beekeepers' bees also flew out of the hive in groups, enjoying the coolness after the rain, and "buzzing ~ buzzing" was full of vitality. Flying between sunflowers and unknown colorful wildflowers, I am very busy. Three or five farmers also came out to farm, and the children played in the fields in groups.
At this time, a rainbow of seven colors hung in the air, making the hills look charming after the rain. Leaving the high-rise buildings in the county and coming to the countryside, I found that nature is so beautiful! If my father didn't work in the village, I might have a hard time feeling this way. This rainbow is really like a bridge, a bridge connecting urban and rural areas; In my mind, its different colors are more like the closely linked hearts of people of all ethnic groups.
In a few days, ten thousand mu of sunflowers here will turn the back mountain into an ocean of flowers! I firmly believe that terrorists like weeds will eventually be eliminated, and our happy life will be as colorful as the flowers here!
I often feel that days are smiling, like a half-opened flower, blooming in our lives. -inscription
Days soaked in the sun-like colors are like flowers smiling in the spring breeze, walking on the road of memories, sowing at any time, blooming at any time, with tears to shed but not sadness. ...
The afterglow of the sunset dragged our shadow for a long time. We walked side by side on the levee, our hearts boiling, but our mouths were silent. For a long time, I held his shoulder and cried, and tears wet his skirt. Instead of crying, he patted me on the shoulder like an adult and said, "Okay, okay, don't cry." You will lose 60 seconds of happiness if you are sad for one minute. "
I close my eyes, slowly recall, pursue the lost yesterday, pursue the incomplete memory, and try to pick up the fragments of those memories. Looking at him in front of me, my heart is full of disappointment. How can I use a sad word to describe this time? Because I'm about to let go of his arm, because I'm about to leave my best friend.
Looking at him in front of him, he is also very reluctant. So I told him that I wanted to keep his bright smile. He met my little request, standing under a willow tree full of spring, laughing foolishly, and yellow branches flying in the air. ...
I suddenly remembered flying kites with him before. From the vast paddy fields, winding river banks and winding ponds, Ran Ran raised a kite and flew into the air to kiss the white clouds, just like a beautiful flower. He and I often sneak out and tie a piece of cotton wool soaked in oil to the kite, just like the signal light at the tail of the plane when it is released. The "signal lamp" flickers and flutters with the kite. ...
Flower-like years, flower-like memories, memories brewed in flowers, after years of precipitation, the more alcohol, the stronger. In the future, when you open this dusty wine, you can smell the breath of growth in this flower-like day without supply.
Bathing in the golden sunshine, drinking cool and delicious drinks, holding a thick book and listening to the cheerful songs of birds seem to be in the paradise of books. ...
That will be my happiest time.
I was only in the fourth grade at that time, and I didn't have much homework. Every weekend, whenever I have time, I will sit on the balcony and read with relish. Neither the sound of cars on the road nor my brother can stop my enthusiasm for reading. Sometimes, there are even words on the balcony, such as "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" and "Castle Peak can't cover itself, but it will flow eastward after all".
I remember once, I sat motionless on the balcony reading a book. At this time, my mother came over and asked, "Has the Chinese test paper in Unit 3 been issued?" ! How many points did you get? "My eyes are still fixed on the book, and my mouth casually says," Spring scenery can't be closed all over the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. "Mom couldn't help laughing when she heard this." Ha ha laugh ... you were dumbfounded when you read the book, and you didn't hear what I asked! ""I just woke up and shouted,' Oh, my God! How to say this! "When he said this, I also smiled. My mother stopped laughing and I said, "Oh! The test paper was sent, and I got 94 points! " Mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Well done! Daughter, don't read all day, but also exercise. Don't be a nerd! " I answered casually, looking back at the book in my hand. I only heard my mother say there, "This child is really a standard bookworm!" " "
Mom said so, and my brother was no exception. Once, I took a copy of "Little Doudou by the Window" into the toilet and sat on the toilet and read it with relish. Who knows that half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, I heard my brother shouting outside the toilet door, "Sister, why don't you come out?" ! My urine is choking! Hurry up! "Seeing my brother in such a hurry, I immediately read the chapter I just read and rushed out of the toilet. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled an unpleasant smell of urine floating in the air. When I looked intently, it turned out that my brother peed on his pants! I had to run to tell my mother at once, and then fled into my room to take refuge.
However, those picturesque days have now become memories in my mind, which will only be played repeatedly in my mind like a movie. Now it's grade six, and my homework is overwhelming. Besides, you have to study hard in graduation exams, let alone read extracurricular books. My parents moved my piles of extracurricular books to the big room and locked them, so they were not allowed to read them easily without permission. Therefore, I have to bear the pain of being separated from the book.
That colorful day was so beautiful, so happy, so happy. Now, it can only bloom quietly and quietly in my heart …
Flowers bloom, thank you, thank you, and they will bloom again next year, but not the one that opened last year.
I still remember those gorgeous days I spent, which were short but unforgettable.
I walked with her on that flowery day.
When I was a child, she was my closest relative and my grandmother. She said that she only went to school for two nights and could not read. She often advises me to study hard until I grow up. When I was in kindergarten, she often came to pick me up from school. Every time I hold hands with her and walk on a country road, I always smile happily because I spent the happiest childhood with her.
Yo, my little granddaughter is one year old again. She always tells me that she seems to be lamenting the passage of time. I comforted her, grandma. I will never leave you. Silly child, if grandma is gone one day, you should be more sensible, you know? I am speechless, but I am secretly wiping my tears.
Now that she is over eighty years old, every time I see her faltering back, I will think of the days when I accompanied her through the flowers. I walked with her on that flowery day.
She is the head teacher of primary school who has taught us for four years. I will never forget her pure teaching. Every exam, she is full of confidence in me, and I can't bear to see her disappointed. Finally, I got excellent grades, so I thought of her first.
She always likes to make us laugh. Every time she meets a difficult problem that she doesn't understand, she explains it to us with vivid and appropriate metaphors, which makes us feel better understood. So every difficulty in mathematics will be successfully crossed by us.
On graduation day, she asked us, "What do you think of the teacher?" Everyone said that she did her duty. Although her grades in our class are not satisfactory every time, she never said she would give up until the moment she entered the examination room. She also smiled and said to us, "Persistence is victory."
Four years of primary school, that flower-like day, she accompanied me through, I have no regrets.
When I entered junior high school, I began to try to make friends with others. There is always nowhere to escape between peers, and finally I found them. She is lively, cheerful and optimistic. She is humorous and likes to make us laugh. She is quiet, diligent and stubborn. Although three years in junior high school is short, we are in the same boat, working together to find our own victory.
I accompanied them through those colorful days!
Flowers-like days, like scattered petals, mingled with wisps of fragrance, fall in my memory. Maybe one day, I will pick them up one by one and say to myself, "I won't feel lonely with their company in that day of flowers."
Every day is different, happy, happy, but unhappy. But we try a different life every day. We always lead a boring life, and everyone will get bored. My life is full of fun and variety every day.
I was very lively when I was a child, and I lived a different life every day. At that time, in winter, the weather was surprisingly cold. We always went to my grandmother's house to play, because my grandmother's house was very warm, and the warm current, like the sunshine in winter, always accompanied me. Grandma always cooks a lot of delicious food for us, which makes me very excited. I am so happy to eat this delicious food and look at the beautiful scenery outside the window. After dinner, grandma always sews clothes for grandpa, and I pretend to learn from grandma. Not only did she not learn, but she also stabbed her hand and tied the thread into a fast knot, which made grandma laugh and cry. Sometimes my sister will come to my grandmother's house, so I have another playmate. After the hot meal, we ran to grandma's yard to have a snowball fight. I play with my snowball carefully, just to see if my sister is well. I didn't expect to be hit by my sister's snowball when I looked up. I also threw my snowball at my sister, so we played until the afternoon. We had a good time. We went outside to play on the water. Because it is winter now, such a large area is already slippery, and skating on it is perfect. We glided wildly on it, but I was so stupid that I slipped on the ice. This made my sister laugh, and I laughed when I sat on the ice. I can't tell you how happy I am on this blooming day.
In the evening, my sister and I lay in a warm and comfortable bed and watched TV, not to mention how happy we were. On such a happy day, we play happily, really as happy as flowers. In the middle of the night, we also entered a sweet dream. In the dream, we are still thinking about what happened during the day, happy laughter, warm quilts and passionate scenes, and unforgettable snow scenes. In the dream, although we just think about it, the truth is imprinted in our minds. So we had a sweet dream. Days like flowers are as happy as flowers growing in the sun, which makes people look forward to it. In such a beautiful day, we keep growing. This kind of happiness gives us a little more comfort on the road of growth and makes me feel happy from the heart.
Goodbye, those flower-like days.
Month, shrouded by night, the night is hazy, just like a dream. The wings of the moon are scattered in the grass. I walked in the street and saw those scattered memories through the dark blue eyes of the moon. Now I miss them. That feeling is beyond words.
Once upon a time, I liked flowers.
When I was young, my mother would accompany me to my grandmother's house before the Chinese New Year. My grandmother is a kind and gentle old man in my impression. Grandma has always loved me since I was a child. Every new year's eve, grandma's house is always covered with all kinds of paper-cuts and window grilles. My favorite thing to do is to cut window grilles with my grandmother.
I remember when I was very young, I was the most naughty person in my family. One day, I cried and clamored for grandma's paper-cut to cut the window grilles with her. No matter how my mother hits me, I will "stick to it" and cut window grilles with my grandmother. Finally, under my torment, my mother finally surrendered, and my grandmother began to teach me to cut window grilles. However, I am too stupid to learn. It's really tasteless to see one paper-cut after another being ruthlessly destroyed by me. Finally, I went through "hardships" and finally cut off a crooked window flower. I ran happily in the yard with window grilles, showing off to my brothers and sisters, looking at my innocent smiling face, and my grandmother smiled happily.
Every summer, my grandmother's front door is full of wild flowers. Every time I grab a handful, I sneak into my grandmother's house and weave a wreath with her when my mother is away. Grandma's wreath is always the best. And every time I secretly put a wreath on my head and ran around like crazy, my mother caught me red-handed, smuggled me back, washed my hair clean, and sometimes I was "educated" by my mother, but every time my grandmother scolded her and watched her learn a lesson, I enjoyed myself disapprovingly. This is a kind of enjoyment in my heart! Don't mention how happy you are!
Looking back now, time has already diluted the memory. I still remember the moment when my grandmother died. She held my hand and looked at me with meaningful eyes. She smiled at me. The smile is very kind and warm, which makes me cry and break my heart.
Now The past is like a cloud, fleeting. Those years with grandma are like window grilles, so beautiful and so easy to pass away. The flowering period is short. Missed, will eventually become a memory, leaving only regret.
No matter where I am, I believe grandma will protect me and my family like the stars in the sky. I'll go by myself in the future. I will never run away from what I have to face, and I will cherish what I cherish. I only occasionally think of that unforgettable time. Goodbye, those flower-like days. Now, it's just me, and then, let it go.
As beautiful as flowers, composition 8 Iraqis lean on the door, fireworks are easy to cold; The red makeup is beautiful, and the ink is still there.
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Facing the clouds, listening to the bells and drums at dusk, chatting with celebrities and looking for the rules of life are the best days of my life.
The sound of years is like a river. The left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a glorious time worth grasping, and the youth we left in a hurry flows in the middle. You can't catch the tail of time, but you can leave the best memories in your life.
We are in the prime of life on a day of flowers.
"It's just classmates and teenagers, who are in full bloom, and the scholars are in high spirits, and the other side is swearing." In youth, we are young and frivolous, unrestrained, do not know how to write setbacks, do not understand the meaning of failure, and write our own lives with our heads held high. In these days, we don't have to care too much or pay attention to the complexity of the world. By depicting youth, we are our own masters.
Spend the same day, we are free and easy.
There is Du Fu's lofty sentiments that "the son of heaven doesn't get on the boat, claiming that he is Brewmaster", and Su Shi's "straw sandals are lighter than horses". Who is afraid? Yanyu's optimism throughout his life. In youth, we are curious and rebellious. Taibai and Su Shi are our pursuit. We are all on the ship of knowledge and set sail towards the goal of life.
In the days of flowers, we strive to make progress.
Although the boring study, the mountain of books makes us breathless, and the "three points and one line" life is staged every day, but we never give up. We have studied hard for many years for this last battle. At our age, we take books as our friends and titles as our companions. Even if the final result is not satisfactory, we have no regrets.
The wind chimes of the years are jingling, the footsteps of time are ticking, the long road of time and the long road of life. At this moment, we seem to have a feeling because we are in the prime of life.
In the days of flowers, I learned to discover and cherish. We have learned to laugh indifferently at the summary that can't be solved in our hearts. Because I know that as long as I turn around freely, I can find new beautiful scenery.
In the flowery days, I sometimes sigh in confusion, sometimes find myself calm, and sometimes feel lonely.
I learned to cheer for myself when no one is cheering for me. I am never afraid or worried, but I applaud myself bravely.
Flowers bloom over there and fall here. Through Qianshan, through the traffic, spend these days. In retrospect, I can say without regret: "Young and frivolous, happy time."
A flower-like day composition 9 During that time, it was like a Sophora japonica blooming in the breeze.
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Before I went to school, I lived in the country. My childhood memory is an old house with an old pagoda tree beside it.
In June, Sophora japonica blooms and cicadas play. Neighbors all lifted rattan chairs and sat under the old locust tree to enjoy the cool. At that time, I sat on a small stool and watched the trees full of Sophora japonica singing with the wind, and the flowers at the end danced with the wind, or fell and were swept away by the wind. ...
Grandma, on the other hand, always chooses a day with fast flowering, supports a slender bamboo pole, and gently and softly spreads clusters of Sophora japonica. I will open my mouth mischievously and meet the Sophora japonica, and the fragrance will float into my mouth and chew slowly, and the familiar taste will bloom on the tip of my tongue.
Most of the fresh Sophora japonica flowers are dried, and the rest are made into Sophora japonica cakes. When grandma was cooking, I stayed by her side. When she wasn't looking, I stole a bite and put it in my mouth. The taste is incomparable Whenever this time, grandma will pretend to be angry and kick me out of the kitchen.
Grandma poured glutinous rice into a plate covered with fresh Sophora japonica and steamed it in a pot. The aroma overflowed. Mash the steamed rice into a ball, wrap it with petals, wrap it with glutinous rice, steam it for a while, take it out to cool, light it with nectar, and send it with water soaked in dried Sophora japonica. That is the expectation of childhood.
I don't need my grandmother to yell. I ran to the kitchen as soon as the Sophora japonica cake smelled the fragrance. I couldn't wait to pick up a cake of Sophora japonica with a residual temperature, put it in my mouth and gently took a bite. Soft glutinous rice fills the air with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, which is sweet but not greasy, cool and refreshing.
If the dried flowers are stuffed with steamed stuffed buns, it will be even more wonderful! Caught in the meat, you can't eat it, and another wisp of Sophora japonica fragrance surprises you. That wonderful taste is beyond description.
Everything is revived in spring, fruitful in autumn and snowy in winter, which are probably not as fragrant as Sophora japonica in summer. ...
The memory of childhood is full of the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Is a blossoming Sophora japonica, dancing in that flowery day; It was a cake of Sophora japonica, which bloomed in that flowery day. ...