Shop assistants should master flower knowledge, flower symbolism and flower story, flower preservation knowledge and skills, preparation method of fresh-keeping liquid, purchase knowledge and related channels, basic knowledge and skills of flower arrangement, indoor flower decoration knowledge, wedding flower decoration skills, hospitality skills, trading skills, business development skills, etc.
Write a composition on the topic "Holding a bunch of flowers in your hand"
Give someone a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
Compared with the barren, withered and bleak winter, flowers can be compared to sending flowers, kindness to parents (there can be one or two sentences of parents' hard work), help to teachers and mutual help to classmates. You can also think of "you" as another self, soul introspection, or send flowers to this "you". The ending can be a feeling of sending flowers.
That's all. You can make a draft.
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Although, for her, this is not unexpected, but now is not the time! Because the plane ticket has been bought, it is agreed that a family of three will go out happily and parents will send their children to college together.
This is 1 defect.
Because, for her, it's not a big deal.
Because she has removed the sequelae of years of suture, a little carelessness will stimulate the recurrence of the old disease.
No, I'm sick again.
I have been lying in the hospital for several days.
It was the fifth day when I learned the news.
Because she didn't want us to know.
Afraid of disturbing us.
You said that this person is very considerate of others.
It took us 1 hour to visit her after dinner.
At that time, I could only have an intravenous drip, and I was not allowed to eat for five days. My physical strength was very poor.
You can say you lost your head.
Have to sit for a while, give her * * * for a while.
Say something comforting for a while.
I called today and said I could eat. I was discharged in two or three days.
It's really likable.
So, I think, congratulations should be given.
I ran to the flower shop and ordered a bunch of flowers for her.
Horse cherry blossoms, roses, sunflowers and starry sky are particularly dazzling against the colorful wrapping paper.
The flowers are still shining with glittering and translucent water drops, so bright and beautiful under the sunlight.
The girl in the flower shop said to use two roses for "blessing you", and I think that's exactly what I meant.
Holding flowers in one hand and riding a bike in the other.
Running all the way.
When entering the aisle of the hospital, people cast a new and joyful look, clearly saying that this way is really good.
They must be attracted by those bright flowers.
Perhaps, people holding flowers will also trigger their associations.
Ha ha.
Take the elevator to the seventh floor.
Straight into the ward, just as her family was there.
There are big brothers, second brothers and big sisters.
Everyone laughed happily when they saw me send flowers.
A smile on your face is the most beautiful language.
My friend said, look, you are so romantic.
Ha ha.
A joke brought infinite joy to the ward.
I wouldn't be romantic.
Maybe there is no lack of romance in life.
Let us lack discovery.
There is no shortage of food and drinks.
Between people, sometimes the most lacking is probably communication and care.
A bunch of flowers, perhaps this kind of entrusted care, also has the simplest blessing.
I wish her a speedy recovery and a happy life.
Send flowers to mom and write 400 words.
In retrospect, my mother's love is everywhere, in hot dishes and hot meals; Wear clean clothes; In the tireless nagging ... ordinary and great, so I can't live without her.
Time flies, I have grown from a baby to a big girl.
When I was growing up, my mother and I embraced warmly and quarreled fiercely, and my mother took care of me selflessly.
My mother racked her brains to prepare nutritious meals for me every day, and she took good care of me every time I got sick.
Every failure is my mother's patient encouragement ... years have ruthlessly carved wrinkles on her face.
Year after year, white hair also quietly climbed up the mother's head. My mother has done so much for me. How can I repay my mother? I think it will be Mother's Day in a few days. I can buy a bunch of flowers for my mother.
I'm looking forward to it, and finally it's Mother's Day. I rushed to the flower shop early in the morning and bought a bunch of evergreen with my money. I hurried home, locked myself in a small room, pulled out a piece of red paper from colored paper and cut out a Zhang Aixin. I wrote neatly on it: "I wish you good health and eternal youth."
"After my mother came back, I gave Evergreen to my mother and said to her affectionately," I wish my mother always young.
"Tears welled up in my mother's eyes, picked me up and said with a smile," Thank you, Gege.
"Mom, I love you! I put my respect and love for you in this bouquet and dedicate it to you-mom.
The composition of flowers in my life
Great love is invisible, you stand on tiptoe and show the sky of love.
Everything moves like a flower in an instant.
-Inscription: Late at night, tossing and turning, sleeping alone in a big house, parents, not coming home ... I am not satisfied, but I have no complaints.
I know: they are also for home, but how much I want to hear or say "good night" before going to bed, or my parents turn off the lights for me.
However, even with such a small prayer, God never satisfied me once, never ... suddenly thought that the teacher would let me bring my exercise book tomorrow, so I got up and turned on the lamp. Suddenly I found the shadows under my pajamas crowded the back wall, but I still couldn't get rid of loneliness. I picked up the books in my schoolbag, sighed, and hid under the covers, hoping to go to bed early and forget loneliness.
There was a sound from the stairs outside the door, so light and weak, and the sound slowly approached and stopped for a long time. After a small metal twist, the door opened, and through the dim light in the corridor, the door quietly closed again, and my parents came back! I am inexplicably excited.
"Cheep-"Father's leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, and there was a discordant sound in the silent room.
"Easy! The child is asleep! " This is the mother's voice.
Then, the voice of standing on tiptoe sounds very soft, but I feel that she is approaching me, and the gentle footsteps are warming my heart step by step.
"I dropped the quilt again!" Mother pulled up the quilt, slowly moved to me, and then tiptoed away carefully ... From beginning to end, the lights at home were not turned on, making a loud noise, only my parents' toes stepped on my heart step by step.
How many years, how many nights, parents are so carefully tiptoe, whispered "quilt off.
"Every night, my parents are like this. For me, I feel my way forward in the dark. What do I complain about? Zhu Ziqing has a father's back, Shi Tiesheng has a mother's wheelchair, Fu Cong has a sincere letter from Fu Lei ... but I have parents who stand on tiptoe! My parents are ordinary, but their love is great and incomparable. Under their toes, flowers will bloom in my life forever.
Write a composition on the topic of the most beautiful flowers in the world.
I like lotus because my parents like lotus. My parents like lotus, because lotus is the most beautiful flower in their hearts! I was born in the midsummer of July. There was a fiery red sun in the blue sky that day, and the clouds disappeared without a trace. In this hot summer, the most beautiful scenery is the lovely lotus in the pond in front of my house. I saw the green lotus leaves spread out on the calm water, like handfuls of palm-sunflower fans. At this time, under the sunshine, they are so green. The shy lotus is green. Just like a singer's microphone, there are several newly blooming lotus flowers standing in the center. The red petals are like a face painted with rouge, layer after layer, holding up a small tender yellow lotus, with white in the yellow and green in the white, just like an ice cream that is about to melt, with various colors mixed together; The blooming lotus flowers began to turn red and yellow. Although it is about to wither, she still exudes fragrance in the most beautiful posture. The withered lotus did not reach the end of its life, because the new life she gave birth to, the lotus, has grown up. Open a lotus that is about to drop green, and the round lotus seeds inside have long been unable to bear loneliness and jumped out. Although it is so naughty, it is actually white, shiny and green! Shine in the sun, no less than pearls. Take another bite gently. It's a little bitter, but it's still quite sweet. "The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." Indeed, without the lotus leaf, how can the lotus flower look so charming? The surface of lotus leaf is full of luster, as if it were coated with wax. He has always sheltered the lotus from the wind and rain in obscurity, and never let the world notice him when the bud is in full bloom. If the lotus is the mother of the lotus, then this lotus leaf is the mother of the lotus. "Liu Xinhe Liu Xinhe!" Dad cried excitedly. "Our child has a name!"
Passing the flower shop, I want to buy flowers for my mother's composition.
One day, my parents and I went shopping and passed a flower shop. Father led the way in, and Ross wrote a composition.
I saw my father look around the flower shop, and finally his eyes stopped on the roses.
He chose a bunch of the most exquisite and beautiful roses and gave them to my dear mother.
After receiving the flowers from my father, my mother showed a bright smile on her face and said a polite word to her father: "Thank you!" " "My father and I also smiled happily. The composition "Rose Composition" was written in the third grade of primary school.
(Grade 3 exercises) Rose composition 150 word composition for primary school students (/)
The flower shop sells three flowers for writing.
Legend has it that clover can make a wish.
But only when it has four leaves.
Love consumed by a whole, there were many flowers in the past spring, but only a few in this spring.
In other words, I only saw the machine.
The first flower is in the evening. She should like stars.
Every night, she stood by the window and watched the distant moon merge into everyone's sight.
That flower fell in love with a star.
That's why she chose to blossom by the window. She hopes to greet her lover with the most beautiful gesture.
She always said, "I see stars.
But did the stars see me? We are so far away.
Maybe he can't see me either.
"I saw a drop of tear drops.
Yes, he saw it.
I have seen it every time since you first opened it.
The most beautiful flowers bloom.
Is it? She put away her sadness and smiled, so should I continue to work hard? Well, I must continue to work hard.
It has to be.
The first flower in spring.
Oh, no, this is the first flower I have seen in spring.
She is white.
As pure as snow, as her undying love.
The second flower is a cluster of small blue flowers.
Blue, a little melancholy.
She is on my balcony.
In the corner.
She doesn't like sunshine.
Not that she's coquettish.
She just doesn't like it.
"I don't run in the sun. It's really embarrassing and makes people feel happy.
But I don't like too much sunshine.
Things that are too brilliant will soon be a thing of the past.
"This is a blue flower.
She is often silent.
Occasionally, I will stay in the corner with her and look at the sunny or gloomy sky outside.
Do you believe in past lives and afterlife? The child asked me.
I shook my head.
Because I don't know.
But I am sure that if there is an afterlife, I would like to become a small fish.
That way, even if I am crying, you can't tell whether it is seawater or tears.
The blue flowers represent the reincarnation of past lives and afterlife.
She said that she loved someone in her last life.
People who live like me.
He watered her.
Talk to her.
He said he would take care of her all his life.
Blue flower believed it.
But not every beginning lasts forever.
Fate will take love away with the help of a rain or a gust of wind.
The joke of fate, like a missile with accurate direction, curses happiness.
Let hope die.
Fate took him away.
Went to another country.
"Remember he said, we have an afterlife.
The promise of the afterlife.
Oh, I believe it, too.
I believe everything he says.
He said, you should live well.
My only wish is that you can realize it.
I am alive is his only wish.
I live because his will sustains me.
He's looking at me.
Look at the sky, no matter day or night, he is there.
"Blue flower's voice is very low.
I looked up at the sky.
I feel something extending.
Across the ocean and the sky.
Through love and hate.
After all the hope and despair, the blue flower is still in that corner.
Obey his wishes.
The flowers by the window are still by the window, trying to bloom again and again for her lover.
And the blue Aegean Sea. In the autumn night, the stars are bleak, and the sea breeze wanders silently, spilling melancholy all over the floor.
The story of yellowing changed, and memories accompanied me to teach me how to collect ... but there was a third flower.
She is very transparent.
A kind of transparency.
She is in my heart.
It used to be like this.
It's the same now.
It will be the same in the future.
Do you believe in forever? Her life is as long as ever.
Melancholy people like watching sunsets very much.
The flowing air can convey our feelings and freeze our mood.
Huaer once told me a 600-word composition.
In this mid-term exam, I did well in Chinese. Thanks to the love and dedication of the class teacher and Chinese teacher who have worked hard to teach us, I have achieved today's harvest. Dear teacher, thank you for telling me to learn to walk in the kingdom of knowledge! Teaching new teachers is the hardest. Ignorant, we moved from kindergarten to primary school and accepted the new environment and new habits. At first, I didn't know how much trouble it brought you, but you led me into the ocean of knowledge with your sea-like mind and nurtured me with your mother's love. You care for my young heart with your warm care! When I was at school, I was happier and more cheerful every day, and I liked learning more and more. I experienced the harvest and joy after hard work in the rest! Teacher, you are the beautiful sun in my heart, shining some warm spring-like light for us, and you are the leader who learns to walk!
Flower composition on the road to success 800 junior high school
Success makes us happy; Success makes us proud; Success makes us glorious; Everyone is looking forward to success, to the praise of their loved ones and to the envious eyes of others. However, who knows what is behind success? I know, let me tell you! My first contact with potted plants was in junior high school.
Potting class is to teach you to grow flowers through study and practice.
It's easier said than done.
At first, the teacher talked about the skills and precautions of planting flowers. I thought I understood everything, so I just thought about how good the flowers I planted would be and how much others would admire me ... Finally, it was time to test me. In the first practical class, we have to plant a pot of mimosa ourselves.
I will plant it soon, and I think mimosa will thrive under my careful care.
Almost every day I water it and take it to the sun.
Until one day, I found that the tiny leaves of mimosa had fallen off.
In the end, excessive doting failed me, and all my previous dreams were shattered.
However, I didn't give up, learned my lesson and continued to work hard.
After that, mint, daffodils and chrysanthemums ... seemed to have enemies with me and all died one after another.
Countless failures made me think of giving up.
"Failure is the mother of success" refreshed me.
I summed up the reasons for my previous failure and humbly asked the teacher for advice.
In the last class, I planted the last potted flower-tulip.
Under my correct care, a few months later, tulips blossomed.
It is a yellow flower, which is particularly charming against the green leaves, and its attractive fragrance is intoxicating.
My excitement and joy are hard to calm down, and countless admiring eyes turned to me.
Later, my tulip won the first prize in the flower show.
Behind success is our unremitting efforts and the spirit of never giving up in the face of failure.
It's like failure is a flower on the road. Without your careful care, they will wither, but they will be eclipsed on your way to success.
Isn't it? A person who has never experienced failure, success is his hypocrisy.
Only in the face of failure, unremitting efforts and the spirit of never giving up can the flowers on the road to success be bright and beautiful, and you will shine on the road to success.
Sweat and flowers
Sweat and flowers sweat soaked clothes, no, you can't give up, because victory is in sight; My arm is too sour to lift, no, I can't give up; Because victory is in sight; While the students are doing their homework in the classroom, I am still training hard in the folk music team. Why? Yes, it's for the class and the honor of the school.
At noon, the scorching sun scorched the earth, softened the asphalt road, rolled up the leaves on the roadside, bowed the crops and hid the flowers in the leaves.
I just climbed out of the homework pile, regardless of catching my breath, I quickly picked up the erhu and ran to the folk band.
When I entered the classroom, a hot wind forced me, and I immediately sat down in my seat.
At this moment, Teacher Su raised the baton, and the audience was suddenly silent. More than 50 pairs of eyes are staring at the baton, and bamboo flute, pipa, dulcimer, erhu and drum set are all ready to go.
Suddenly, the piano sounded like a flash flood, like an eagle hitting the sky, and the music was loud and overwhelming.
Sometimes the sound of the piano becomes clear and clear, like clear water in a cold spring, flowing between soft green algae and crystal-clear gravel; Sometimes the piano sounds deep and sad, like crying, like an unfortunate tramp telling his sufferings.
I am immersed in this warm and gentle, elegant, sad and cheerful music.
Sweat is accompanying me, and pain is inspiring me to work hard.
As soon as the music stopped, everyone was still unfinished.
Wonderful music seems to have never enveloped the folk music classroom.
However, there is no best in the world, only better.
Under the teacher's command, everyone began to practice again. Melodious notes flowed from classmates' fingers and lips to the sky and to everyone's heart.
However, you should know that every beautiful note is a drop of effort of the students! The sun is getting hotter and hotter, which seems to be bad for us, but the students are not crushed by him, but rely on a highly unified group goal and the cooperative spirit that everyone must have in order to achieve this goal.
The big drops of sweat on my head kept falling on the ground, and everyone firmly believed that "persistence is victory."
Someone asked, would you choose flowers or sweat? Many people choose flowers, and I will not hesitate to tell you that I will choose sweat. Only the previous efforts and sweat will get the most valuable success, and the flower in front of me is just a hollow name and will soon wither.
Became a flower team and wrote 400 words.
The opening ceremony of the 20 10 spring track and field meeting in our school was wonderful and short, which attracted much attention.
Every phalanx tries its best to show its brightest side.
The national flag team entered, followed by the school flag team, the flower team, the bunting team and especially the referee team.
Look, they all hold their heads high and look straight ahead. The students were amazed at their indomitable spirit.
At the moment, on the school playground, school flags and colorful flags are flying in the wind; Flowers and skirts dance in the wind. They reflect each other with the trees around the playground, making the campus particularly beautiful.
Next, all grades and classes will enter the square.
Different phalanxes have different styles, some holding flowers, some skipping rope, some waving badminton rackets, and some holding placards high ... When passing the rostrum, all the slogans are loud and full of energy.
Students in our class, wearing white shirts, black trousers, white sneakers and bright red scarves on their chests, swaggered past the rostrum with the slogan "Go to the stadium and fight bravely".
39 phalanxes of the whole school gathered on the playground to show their small style.
At the end of the admission ceremony, the solemn national anthem sounded over the campus, and the bright red national flag slowly rose with the national anthem.
Then, President Ma delivered a congratulatory message, and the representative of the sixth-grade athletes made a wonderful speech. The referee also solemnly swore to the conference on behalf of all the referees.
Finally, the most exciting moment has arrived. President Yang solemnly announced: "I declare the opening of Changzhou Experimental Primary School 20 10 Spring Track and Field Games!" The wonderful and short opening ceremony is over.
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