Prose describing flowers: Flowers are divided into many types because of their different forms, but from them, we can see the philosophy of life and humanity. If you like the splendor of peony, you are a layman who pursues fame and fortune; People who like chrysanthemum to live in seclusion, although not on earth, dare not face life calmly. But there are sages among people, gentlemen among flowers and gentlemen among flowers, all of which have different characteristics.
A Proud Gentleman-Mei
In the biting December, all the flowers withered, but the plum blossoms were blooming! There is the pride of plum, and there is also the pride of plum. It doesn't grow in the spring when flowers are in full bloom-that warm and beautiful season. Because of its innate pride, it doesn't want to be with those "fat and vulgar powders". It was winter, and it stood alone in the world of snow and silvery white earth. The star decorated the colors of winter.
If people are plums, they will be tough and unyielding, and will not be embellished in comfort. He just wants to bloom himself in difficulties and make himself a plum that stands proudly in the world.
A gentleman who leads an honest and clean life-Lotus
"The mud does not touch, it is clear but not demon, and it is straight and not crawling outside. The fragrance is far and clear, graceful and pure, and it is not ridiculous from a distance." This is the lotus in Zhou Dunyi's eyes. Indeed, lotus has a noble quality, which symbolizes cleanliness and simplicity. It is different and grows in water, but it doesn't make it enchanting and charming. It still maintains a simple and extraordinary appearance.
If a person, like the lotus, does not seek fame and fortune, leads an honest and clean life, and has a noble and refined attitude towards life, he will also despise those who pursue fame and fortune and go with the flow, making himself the most sacred and clean lotus.
An elegant gentleman-Lan
Quiet in blue, quiet in the valley; The fragrance of orchids is in the world; Lan, elegance lies in people's hearts. Orchid is like a sacred object on earth, but few people really understand it. "Empty valley orchids" originally meant that orchids only grow in valleys. Maybe they are hermits, but they are more energetic than chrysanthemums. Although it only grows in the valley, it will create a pure land and an orchid garden. Anyone who has seen orchids can't help sighing. How can there be such elegant flowers in the world! In this way, it exists gracefully and quietly in the valley.
If people are orchids, they will be elegant and holy, and they do not belong to the world of intrigue. They will use their abilities to open up a new world and make themselves the orchids of scholars.
A gentleman of flowers is a saint of man. Flowers also have a unique philosophy of life. How can people indulge in the world of flowers and flowers without making progress?
Prose describing flowers: When it comes to Chinese cabbage, almost no one doesn't know that it always appears on people's dining tables all year round and becomes a delicious food for people; But when it comes to cabbage flowers, almost no one knows; No one has ever noticed, and no one has ever noticed, that the golden residual flowers of Chinese cabbage are so brilliant and fragrant.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw golden branches. I can't help being surprised. It turns out that the cabbage planted a few days ago has blossomed. Pieces of green leaves are crowded together, and a thick green flower pavilion emerges in the middle. The branches that have not been stretched are dotted with pearl-like buds. Some are still green, some are golden yellow. More than half of the inflorescences arranged in a wheel shape on the main branch have been opened. Flowers as big as peanuts have golden wings and fly in the air like golden butterflies. The sun slowly moved towards the flowers, reflecting the golden light. It is so bright and lively. As gorgeous as hyacinthus orientalis, the sky and carnations. If I hadn't raised it myself, I really wouldn't believe that such a bright golden flower was Chinese cabbage.
Many people have never seen or even heard that Chinese cabbage can blossom. Actually, it is not. "There is not a tree that does not bear fruit, and there is not a grass that does not bloom." Maybe people who are used to eating cabbage will think, "How can such a low-grade vegetable blossom?" Perhaps the vegetable farmers who are used to watching cabbage think that "only flowers will bloom!" In fact, Chinese cabbage can not only blossom, but also its flowers are fresh and refined. You can't just think that "vegetables are for eating and won't bloom." Even if it is unremarkable, there will be little-known beauty.
Not only Chinese cabbage, but also many vegetables that have been "ignored" and "despised" are blooming with dazzling "different beauty". Onions, onions, garlic and leeks include Bai Baihe and a special kind of frankincense. Radish has small pink flowers. Lentils are full of pink butterflies, coriander is full of white flowers ... not only these neglected dishes, but also people.
Many seemingly incompetent people are often very capable. Many seemingly clumsy people have their own ideas in their hearts. I can see the cabbage flower because I gave it a chance to grow and keep it from being eaten. And many people who are "ignored" always give a blow, and there is no chance to show them, so their bright spots will be hacked forever.
Don't judge the nature of things by feeling. Because, even if it is unremarkable, there will be little-known beauty.
Prose describing flowers: flowers will bloom, and memories of the past will be sealed like time. But there will always be something involved that reminds you of the past.
She is my childhood friend and goes to school with me every day. So I always thought we would be friends for life. Until one day, she said that she would go to Taiyuan to study and could no longer play with me. I thought I could forget that scene, but when I saw a hundred flowers blooming, I would think of it again.
That day, she invited me to the playground where we often played, saying that she had something important to tell me. From that moment on, I thought something might happen, but I still faced it. I can't believe it. That was the last time I saw her. From then on, I can only remember her by a word she left. When a hundred flowers bloom, you and I will meet again in this amusement park.
Since then, I have to go to the amusement park every day to see if she has come back. But every time I see an empty amusement park. Gradually, I was disappointed and stopped looking.
Until one day, I happened to walk to the playground and saw that everything inside had changed, and it was no longer the warm environment that I used to feel. Exquisite flowers replace the fresh taste, luxurious facilities replace the simple atmosphere, showing prosperity everywhere. When I saw a figure, I felt sad for the changes here. She came up slowly and said, "You kept me waiting for three days, bad girl." I'm not saying, "Well, I just got back from school." To hide my guilt, I asked, "Can we still play together every day as before?" This time, she lowered her head and said softly, "My parents only gave me five days to come back here and play. I can only stay here for two days. " I suddenly froze and regretted not coming here often, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. But my disappointment didn't last long, so I took her by the hand and showed her around.
Parting. On that day, I didn't cry as before, but smiled and said, "Remember to call me." At that moment, she smiled, smiling as before, so cheerful and brilliant. I watched her leave, but I still shed tears. The tears this time are joyful and joyful.
The flowers are blooming. Just like my flower of friendship, it is so beautiful and simple.
Prose describing flowers: Wild Lily The hillside behind my hometown is covered with lush grass. One or two wild lilies are interspersed in the grass, and white flowers bloom like stars in the dark night.
Xia Feng blows gently, and the thatched mountains are covered with green waves. Wild lilies float in the blue waves, just like lotus flowers swaying in the water. Among summer flowers, I like wild lily best.
I remember that just after spring that year, the breath of summer was still very shallow. After dinner, I went to the hillside behind the house and looked up. Only the afterglow of the sunset filled the villages and mountains. At this time, a faint fragrance sneaked into my nose with the wind. Looking back, a wild lily stood behind me, nodding with the wind, as if welcoming me. I bent down and gently stroked its white flowers and green leaves, then picked up a branch from the side, carefully dug it out with roots and soil, and transplanted it to the edge of the empty lawn in front of my house.
I have been friends with this wild lily since I planted it. The first thing I saw in the morning was its heroic posture. I brought fresh water from the well to water it, and water dripped on the green leaves. The new flowers have just opened. They don't contain dust. Day after day, month after month, today's bud, the flower of the Ming Dynasty, today's flower fell to the ground, and the Ming Dynasty began to breed the next flower. In this way, the wild lily bloomed for a while and thanked again, happy to come and happy to go. The change of the world can also be seen from the rise and fall of wild lilies.
When I meditated on Wild Lily, I thought of a noble spirit of human beings. She smells good and is white all her life. Born in the hinterland, but not pessimistic and disappointed; Even if no one appreciates it, it can be full of hope. She is narcissistic and has no regrets; She has been elegant all her life and has no regrets; She is not keen on the glory of officialdom, nor does she envy the wealth of business. She just works for people silently. Isn't this the spirit of wild lily?
Every time I look at the wild lily in front of my house, I feel I am wandering in a beautiful and unique environment. Every time I have evil thoughts and distractions, I blush when I see this flower, and I have no face to face with the newcomers.
Ah, wild lily, you will always be beautiful and noble in my eyes!