A 300-word composition describing flowers in full bloom in spring is 1. "In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the temple are in full bloom."
Some people appreciate fragrant tulips, others appreciate lotus flowers stained with mud, but I have a soft spot for pure peach blossoms.
In the morning, a faint fragrance pulled me out of my sleep. I forgot my shoes and ran downstairs barefoot. Peach blossoms are so fragrant and beautiful! No matter who it is, it will stop in a hurry and try to breathe in front of the peach blossom, as if it is not enough. Its fragrance is not as strong as osmanthus and elegant as lily. Its fragrance is simple and light, pure and beautiful, which makes people want to stay. I stood among the branches and carefully observed that there were about five or six peach blossoms on each branch. They poked their heads out from different directions, as if watching this beautiful spring, some to the east, some to the west, some to the north, some to the south ... You see, the peach blossom blushed and looked at us shyly; The other one seems to be wearing spring clothes, as if competing with us! Listen carefully: everyone is saying that they are the most beautiful peach blossoms. One said, "I'm wearing a red dance skirt. I'm the most beautiful!" " The other said, "I'm wearing a pink coat." I am the most beautiful! ""The other one also said, "I am elegant, and I am the most beautiful!" "Hearing these gorgeous words, I closed my eyes and stood among the peach blossoms, feeling that it was not myself, but a dancing peach blossom!
I love peach blossoms in spring!
The locust tree that bloomed in spring more than two years ago is old, and the lush crown covers a large wetland. As far as I can remember, I spend many nights here every year. Spring has come, winter has come, and the dilapidated crow's nest of the old locust tree has long since disappeared. The snow-white duckling under the tree has grown up, flapping its wings and croaking, still performing an eternal emotional appeal.
Today, I came here again and looked at the old branches day after day. I have nothing to say. I haven't cried or laughed for so many days. Standing here, I can't remember the details of the appearance and disappearance of countless dusk, but the once lush branches of Sophora japonica have always been clear.
The old locust tree has withered! Waiting for autumn may be a beautiful mistake.
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The warm wind blows gently, and the old pagoda tree that has been silent for a long time blooms, and that small white flower dispels the usual fatigue of the old pagoda tree. The fragrance of the branches of the old pagoda tree tells me that this will be another vibrant spring.
I am happy, because the locust tree is no longer lonely.
On such a night, I was so excited that I was alone, leaning against an old tree, with Cang Sang all over my face. Looking for the milky way separating the cowherd and the weaver girl through the gap between the new branches and leaves of the old locust tree, I found that a long-standing feeling suddenly became clear. I saw a girl holding fragrant tea, and her elegant lapels smelled of the sea. ......
If spring comes, can autumn be far behind? ......
When I close my eyes, I see the sea. Boundless silvery white waves roll freely and roar unscrupulously. I saw snow-white seagulls flying over my window. At sunset, a pair of weather-beaten old people, like old locust trees, held hands and they had the last laugh.
Harmony in the sky is to wear blue, and harmony in the forest is to wear green; The harmony of sunshine is as dazzling as diamonds; The harmony of the sunset left the last beauty; Where is social harmony?
In fact, as long as there is love in the heart, harmony will make friends with you and be inseparable from you ...
When I was a child, I remember when I was eight years old. I am a naughty boy, curious about everything and want to try everything. Suddenly one day, I fell in love with bicycles. I shouted to my father, "I want to learn to ride a bike!" " "Dad smiled and said," Well, I'm afraid you dare not ride! " "Dad seems to want to provoke me. "I'm not afraid!" I answered with my head held high.
But who would have thought that learning to ride a bike is not as simple as I thought. At first, it was ok. Father has been holding the seat, and I can ride sideways. Later, as soon as my father gave up, the car didn't listen to my command at all, and I fell three times in a short time. I was too young to learn.
At this point, my father's face became serious. "Learning to ride a bike was put forward by you, and you said you were not afraid of hardships. Why didn't you learn after falling twice? " No, you must study. "Looking at my father's firm eyes, I feel very wronged and have to continue studying.
Don't tell me, I really learned cycling all morning. When I proudly rode my bike around the park, I saw a sweet smile on my father's face. At this time, I feel extremely proud in my heart and proud of my success!
In my opinion, only a harmonious family can lead to a harmonious society. Because society itself is a big family, each of us is a member of this big family. Our big family is full of the beauty of harmony, and harmony is everywhere.
I believe that the flower of harmony will bloom more beautifully and proudly in spring!
I want to say that flowers have a heart. People always think that they admire themselves unilaterally. Flowers are also in a mood. You said it would bloom in spring, but it wouldn't. No matter what kind of flowers don't bloom in its blooming season, please don't be surprised. It's in a bad mood. What shall we do with it?
Flowers also have hundreds of years of elders. Unlike people, not as old as they look. The bigger the flower, the more energetic and beautiful it is. Always the heart. Its heart has pollen; The bitter water of vicissitudes of life, I am amazed, this little flower branch really has many special things. So, although people's appearance is easy to get old, if they have one, they are still young! When the flowers wither, it is her heart that withers first. Then along the trajectory of life, like falling stars, the sky crosses a light symmetrically on the ground, broken and crisp, and careless people can't hear it!
There is a pot of old Spring Festival at home, which is very loyal. When spring comes, flowers always fascinate the whole family. Somehow, they have blossomed in recent years. This has never happened before. These flowers are big and fragrant. When everyone was happy, all the flowers withered overnight. Looking at the petals on the ground, the leaves are faithfully yellow. There are many things I can say, but I don't know how to say them. My grandmother said, "This is a reward. If I want to thank myself, I will open it vigorously. Last night, he couldn't stand it! " Grandma taught me with her ancient wisdom that the flower heart will be grateful. I want to leave these grateful hearts, but all I collect is falling petals. Imagine that they are cute. These hearts are winged by the little angel and fly away, because they don't belong to us, they are just our loveliest, most beautiful and most gorgeous friends.
One afternoon after beginning of spring, my father and I came to a peach garden near Xishan Road in Kaiyuan with a long-hidden question. I want to find out a question: Do peach trees blossom first?
Walking into the orchard, some peach trees have spit out green leaves, but you can clearly see the signs of peach blossom withering. Green leaves are squeezed out next to the peach blossom pedicle, which is lush from a distance. Some peach trees are full of flowers, with colorful flowers. Looking at the peach blossoms, it seems to be in the ocean of flowers. Look at this beautiful bunch. Look at that more beautiful bunch. Peach blossoms in the spring breeze seem to be in full bloom. The blooming pink flowers and fragrance are intoxicating.
Suddenly, I was stirred by something. Looking down, there are several branches full of peach blossoms lying on the ground. "Whose naughty child broke the peach branch? Can't these peach branches bear peaches? " I muttered in my mind. I vaguely heard someone's voice, thinking that some bad boy must have come to destroy it again. So he quickly ran to the sound.
Walking to the speaker, I saw three aunts busy fertilizing, pruning and shaping peach trees. I asked an aunt inexplicably: How did you cut the branches of the peach blossom? Aunt smiled and said while pruning: "Peach trees will only grow lush green leaves when they bloom, and bear big and sweet peaches in summer."
I finally understand that peach trees bloom first and then green leaves.
A tree full of flowers in cold spring is a quiet dream in early spring, which makes people stop and move.
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The sky is white at first, and spring is like sunrise. I walk in the old street. Although it is early spring, there is still a strong coolness flowing and spreading in the air. I can't help but shrink my neck and mutter to myself. In this cold, the grass on the roadside is still shivering with a haggard and yellow face, and the trees are just pale and bloodless bare branches. Where can there be a kind of spring vitality?
Suddenly, I seem to smell a faint fragrance. Doubt and surprise for a while, I carefully moved my nose and looked up along the fragrance, but I saw a big tree with flowers!
A newly-pumped leaf is a kind of green freshness, which is slightly stretched in the spring breeze, fearless and cold, full of vitality.
In the light green of a tree, the flowers are like flowers, like stars, like a beautiful woman in a white coat. The beauty is amazing and burning. The white flowers stand among the branches and green leaves, with bright smiles, releasing the fragrance and a little vitality of early spring together.
Inadvertently, the breeze blew, facing the breeze, and the flowers were shaking the white clothes. They stood on tiptoe on the branches, danced with the rhythm of the breeze, and sang softly from time to time. Delicate little white flowers, like white lights, jump, gather or disperse, rise or fall, dribs and drabs, flicker, like light white butterflies.
Yes, it is not a gentle and humid breeze that blows them, but a thin and cold cold wind; What moistens them is not the sweet and refreshing rain and dew, but the melting water of ice and snow left over from the severe winter. Standing on the hard frozen soil, it can't even get enough sunlight to blow away the chill between the branches and leaves.
However, although they are lonely and independent, they bloom in such a bad situation. Where are the flowers of this tree? This is the vitality of a tree, the dignity of a tree, and the miracle of a tree!
In addition to being amazing, there is an elegant fragrance blowing in the face, light and elegant, just like this flowering tree, weak but firm and persistent, which can give people a feeling of penetrating the heart, not long, but long.
I carefully printed the shadow of this tree into clear eyes and carved it into a clear heart.
I believe that my heart will always remember this special spring that stands firm in adversity, and I will always have the background of life that dares to face any difficulties and grow up in adversity!
I don't want to recall the sadness of falling flowers, and I don't want to think about the lingering fragrance of flowers. When yesterday's calendar turns yellow, let it fall, don't let it leave a shackle.
Because I believe in angels, I believe in beauty and love without hesitation. Everyone's footprints are like those crossed by an angel, shallow and warm, leaving a faint trace.
In the spring of memory
You are always at the forefront of my memory, the spring of my memory. With a touch of innocence and elegance, like a kite that is about to break, you always hide winter in your heart. You want the lilacs at the top of the white clouds to keep their original fragrance, without a little dust or a trace of dust color, so I silently decided in my heart that I want to be good friends with you, very good friends. I am very lucky. In the season when lilacs are in full bloom, we have seen flowers, picked up fallen leaves and purple flies together. ......
Wandering time together
Our days together are very happy and dull. I am used to the silence of holding hands with you under lilacs and the happiness you give me when I am sad, so I rely on you unconditionally. You are like the nearest star, giving me the most light. Some people say, "a person's sky will not only show the sun forever." Why do angels leave on such a beautiful day? " ......
The net is caught.
If time can go back, even if I lose spring, I won't go back to that gloomy day. I clearly remember that day when you came to school, your eyes were red. When you saw me, you came to hug me and said, "I was shocked because my father's work required you to go to other places." I can't believe it. Do you have the courage to believe it? But the news was soon confirmed. I have been confused for a long time, and I have no reason to be at a loss.
It was only three days before you left. You said you wanted to leave something behind, so you used your weak, strong and thin shoulders to bear the weight you shouldn't bear. You exchanged tears for the glory of your last memory. Three days passed quickly, and you are leaving today. When I went to see you off again, I had made all the psychological preparations. When I see you, I should smile, smile. I did it originally, but I knew I couldn't do it the moment I watched you walk out of school. When you smiled and looked at you with a little fatigue, I was in tears. The so-called smile wall that was once built in my heart collapsed instantly, and the fortress in my heart was already very thick.
I always thought there was only spring in my heart. At this moment, I realized how low and cold the temperature in winter is in my heart. When you left, you only said four words to me: you must be strong.
I believe you, there is no process, no reason, flowers bloom again, the wind blows through winter, and spring comes again, which is the season of lilacs. When I think of the past, there was no sadness and no burden in my days with you, only simple happiness. Now you are going to another school, and you won't let me down.
You still carry a touch of innocence, keep an elegance, the kite will not break, because the thread is in my hand, I believe you, and one day your future will be more brilliant.
Because the sun is still shining and the promise will not change, angels can't escape the good fate after all, and they will wander with you with their fingers locked until the next flower blooms.