Seasonal composition of gardenia

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged seasonal composition of gardenia blossoms. Welcome to read the collection.

The seasonal composition of gardenia 1 The person who loves us the most in the world, mother, will always tolerate your faults with her pure heart. The long mother-daughter relationship is filled with the fragrance of spring ... autumn wind is rustling, and tonight I am at the window, looking up at the rain outside. That flawless gardenia, like a young girl's pavilion, has flowed into my heart with its pungent fragrance.

Thirteen years ago in the spring and autumn, I came with my mother's great pain and my family's infinite hope. I grew up happily and healthily in the incomparable warm swaddling clothes.

One day last year, I got sick. My mother cried when she learned about her illness from the doctor. She murmured, "What happened to my daughter instead of me? Please leave the pain and danger to me and give happiness and safety to my daughter! " I was shocked. My mother's heart was so clear as a mirror.

During the recovery period, my mother tried to prepare delicious food for me every day, but I complained that I was looking for trouble. How could I have thought that the gardenia in the bottle, which has not been bad for many days, has been quietly changed by my mother several times. In order to give me confidence to fight the abominable disease, my mother bet me that if the flowers in the bottle are still beautiful, I can't give up and go forward bravely. As a result, more than ten days have passed, and the flowers are as beautiful as when they were just bought.

When we babbled as children, the first name we called was "mom"; When we are in adversity, it is our mother who helps us up and gives us confidence; When we are frustrated, it is our mother who lights up the light in our hearts so that we will not grope in the dark.

I still remember my mother's face when she saw my favorite food. Even if she likes it very much, she won't let me eat it with peace of mind, and then a smile will float around her mouth. In several thick photo albums, it is always difficult to find my mother's figure, which is almost a naive and lovely photo of my childhood. Maybe my mother has been playing the role of a photographer! Every time I see a few silver threads in my mother's hair, I get emotional. The years have left a mark on her.

"Mom, you are red-violet, and the rain in your heart is coming. Who can shelter me from the wind and rain? " Grandma Bing Xin's famous sentence is accompanied by the pure fragrance of gardenia. Spread far away. At this moment, I am standing in the wind, already in tears.

Gardenia blooms in season composition 2 that year, gardenia bloomed; On that day, the gardenia fell and the white petals were surging. Your tears, together with the petals, melt in my heart.

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Three years ago, you were new here, quiet and gentle, like a pure white gardenia. You and I became classmates and friends. In three years, we were inseparable. We shared a book every afternoon, sat under the gardenia tree, and the sun shone on us, like the most beautiful picture between heaven and earth. Before the festival, we wish together, before the exam, we encourage together, before the holiday, we say goodbye together and agree to see you next semester.

/kloc-in February of 0/8, we also said goodbye to each other and agreed to meet again next semester, but we never thought that this time was a real farewell.

I transferred to another school, in a hurry, in a hurry and quietly.

At the beginning of the next issue, you found that my seat had been occupied by a new classmate. I guess you wanted to see me, but you found that my communication mode was blocked. Confused, sad and lost, was that your state of mind at that time? You may not confirm my departure until the whole class receives the postcard I sent. I wrote many postcards to others. For you, I only wrote two sentences: "If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come, and you should bloom like a gardenia!" " "Short, but like a thousand words, I think you understand.

Open the class group and find that the whole class is bombing me. I read it, and I don't want to say anything. Because I am just a passer-by in their lives and will soon be forgotten. For you, I know that there is a faint gardenia fragrance that blows your nose in every spring season.

In a blink of an eye, it has been four weeks since the beginning of school, and I am getting familiar with it in the new school. I like the gardenia tree in the school Qinyuan. Gardenia has blossomed all over the tree, just like before. It's just that time flies, and it's not the gardenia tree three years ago. I thought, a gust of wind blew, and several petals fell on me, leaving a faint fragrance. I seem to see the girl again, the girl sitting quietly under the gardenia tree, but I'm not around.

In this gardenia season, we meet and leave. Only pure white gardenia leaves guard the arrival of spring, guard the beautiful friendship like a flower, and spread the light thoughts like a flower.

Gardenia in full bloom season composition 3 faint, really faint, but let me feel a different fragrance for an instant. ...

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When I set foot on this car bound for the examination room, I suddenly found that I couldn't go back and separation was imminent.

Sitting in the car, looking at your tired but slightly smiling face, the sour and sweet taste filled my heart.

You ... Your image suddenly came, and I don't know how to write it. Too many touches have warmed my heart!

When I first met you, you were so ordinary. Say hello to me gently, and you left. I just laughed.

Gradually, I found that you are so kind to every student, always smiling patiently and explaining students' problems. I am glad that you are a good teacher. Gradually, I found that you also attach great importance to me. After every math exam, you drag me to analyze the test paper. Although I shouted bad luck, my heart was overjoyed.

But that time, I cried. When I copied the answer, you left me and severely criticized me. I've never seen your sharp eyes. For a moment, I felt that I had become so dirty in your heart. Tears filled my eyes. I regret it. I made you angry. You still care about me more than before. You always encourage me to say, "What does it matter if my family is poor? We will all help you. You have the ability to hit the key, and we all believe you. " I have changed.

On the eve of senior high school entrance examination, you wrote a letter to everyone. In your letter, you said to me: "Life has not crushed you, and the teacher likes your strength!" " "The heart is not only moved, but also a powerful force. I smiled with tears in my eyes

What you give me is always a tiny care like a star, but it also adorns my sixteen-year-old sky like a star.

From you, I saw a simple flower blooming, unknown, but fragrant with the youth of every student.

In June, the gardenia has not yet bloomed, and the fragrance you brewed has already dispersed. ...

Postscript: Maybe Mr. Zhang won't read this article, but I will never forget the personality charm he showed me. She is like a gardenia. She doesn't need a gorgeous appearance, but she still has a taste in my heart ...

(1) Choose a person skillfully and express your mind directly. This paper directly uses the second person to eulogize the teacher's selfless and broad love, which embodies the advantages of the second person in lyric expression.

(2) borrow flowers and plants, lyrical. Finally, the stars and gardenias are used to praise the teacher's care and fragrance for the students.

(3) Dare to judge ugliness and show true feelings. Copying one's homework was originally a shameful scandal, but the author dared to write it in the text and praised the teacher's generosity and strictness with this material. His feelings are very real.

When the sun shines on the graduation face, the fragrance of gardenia tells us that it is time to leave. It is also the season when gardenias bloom and the time for graduation. When we get together every year, there is always a time to say goodbye. In autumn and winter, there will always be a day to cherish each other. We are classmates because of fate; We broke up because we still have a long way to go. Everyone who is about to graduate, is about to graduate or has graduated, does it cherish that sad and bright moment like me today? In 20xx, gardenias bloom. On the night before the summer solstice, I recalled my past happiness and told the campus that it would never come back.

Gardenia blossoms. Season is the season of parting. Just like when I left high school, I recorded my unforgettable senior three life in words, and I described the expectation on my face in words. I'm always a little scared about the new place I just have to face. Just like entering a university, I feel that life is still so helpless. If you don't like it, you don't like it. If I'm not used to it, I'm still not used to it I always feel that parting is a matter of time, and we will meet again. It's just that we gave it to time. So unconsciously, when we haven't found that this new place has made us feel a little nostalgic, we have to say goodbye to them again. In the last summer, we didn't have time to have another drink or sing a song together, so we couldn't go to never say goodbye. Gardenia has been quietly blooming, but we have never found it so beautiful, so beautiful that we can only fill it with deep thoughts again.

The season when gardenias bloom is the season of parting. Come trembling, walk trembling. Graduation defense, farewell dinner, raise your hand and go your separate ways. Four years have passed, and you seem to have returned to the past. A friend around you seems to be more cordial and friendly than usual. He always wants to thank those who appear around him, but he is afraid of missing his name and regretting his life.

The future is like an erratic cloud in the sky, and we, from the day of graduation, have started a long journey of chasing clouds. But in any case, we all have a precious memory, an unforgettable friendship and an unforgettable experience.

The season when gardenias bloom is a new season. Face every day with a positive attitude.

Time flies, time flies, three years of high school life, 1000 days and nights, it sounds so long, but from the last 30 days, it has become so short. Three years ago, I was an inexperienced girl and set sail from here with my dreams. Three years later, I came to the door of my dream. Three years' journey, you have witnessed my bitterness and tears along the way.

Walking on campus, every ray of sunshine reflects your kind face. The light of "Guanghua Deyong" reflects your greatness, and I find you so beautiful ... when my thoughts are like a spring, there are inevitably many disappointments in my heart. "Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply?" Yes, every grass and tree here will bring endless memories, and every brick and tile here will cause me deep feelings. I used to blame you for being so bad, so bad, until I was about to leave, I found that my attachment to you was so deep, thank you, thank you for your company along the way!

"If you don't accumulate steps, you can't go to Wan Li Road. If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become a river." This is the inspiration given to me by "Step by Step" and the high hope given to me by my alma mater. I stretched out my hand and touched the wall of the hall, smelling the faint book fragrance, and the fire of my desire for knowledge was ignited. Looking at the classroom with bright windows, I thought it was the venue for our efforts. Looking at the light of "Guanghua Deyong", I thought that was our direction. Thank you for providing us with such a superior reading environment. The morning and evening here will be my eternal memory. When I left, my dear alma mater, a thousand words could not express my inner feelings. Maybe what I can do is to repay you with the best results and make me proud of today's game and tomorrow's game.

Along the way, accompanied by a mentor, Tao Li went their separate ways without saying anything. Thank you, it is you who have nurtured the soul of knowledge with the showers of wisdom, armed our souls with knowledge, and poured your selfless love into us. It is you who moisten our ideal flowers with the spring water of your heart and make them blossom and bear fruit with the rain and dew of knowledge. Thank you, teacher. In the past three years, with your company, our tears will not be cold and our smiles will be brighter. With your peers, we are not lonely or hard. Thank you!

The countdown table on the wall turns to 38 days, the college entrance examination is approaching, the horn has sounded, the war drum has sounded, and it is time to try to sharpen your own sword after twelve years. In this season of gardenia fragrance, pomegranate flowers are full of enthusiastic youth. I hope we can complete a gorgeous transformation or break the cocoon into a butterfly.

The seasonal components of gardenia bloomed in 6 winds, gently brushed my smooth cheeks and gently lifted the flowing hair on my forehead. Ear is the sound of green leaves falling, and the wind seems to be filled with a familiar and somewhat distant fragrance. Like a dancing butterfly, it fills my nose with rich fragrance ... What is this-this is the fragrant leaves of gardenia! Also mixed with deep homesickness. ...

The floodgate of thought opened, and the past appeared in dusty memories. Like a trickle flowing quietly in the winding mountains, so quiet and peaceful. ...

The fragrance of glutinous rice came at me head-on, and it was mixed with a touch of extraordinary fragrance. When I was a child, I nestled in my mother's arms happily, intoxicated by the rich fragrance. Mother took out the hot glutinous rice cake from the pot, with a happy smile on her face. She carefully handed the warm glutinous rice cake to my eyes. "Daughter, is it fragrant?" She asked eagerly, her black pupils sparkling with excitement. I took a deep breath and tried to swallow all the fragrance it gave off. I nodded mercilessly: "It smells good! Too fragrant! "

She seems to have got the answer she wanted, and a gratified smile broke out on her face. She gently blew the glutinous rice cake, cut it into small pieces and sent a piece to my mouth. I couldn't wait to open my mouth and swallow it without chewing it carefully. Suddenly, the whole mouth was filled with a warm fragrance, a little dreamy and kind. This is? Through the screen window, a tall and vigorous gardenia tree stands in the yard. The golden gardenia is floating in the air with the wind, and the petals take off like butterflies, rising and falling, looming before my eyes. The fragrance of flowers grew stronger and stronger, and finally surrounded my mother and me. ...

Today, I stand here again. The gardenia tree is still trying to smell, but the trunk seems to have withered, but its fragrance is still so warm and full of infinite temptation. The petals of gardenia become more brilliant. It snuggles up in its mother's arms like a naughty child. Although the tree is old, the flowers are more charming. ...

The wind gently brushed the gardenia, making a rustling sound; Flowers are like flying catkins, floating in the wind and flying lightly in the air. Gradually, they flew farther and farther and disappeared into the sky. ...

I still stood there, looking at this somewhat withered gardenia tree. Finally, I couldn't help it. I walked up to it and put my arms around its thick waist. Gardenia tree, I am with you forever.

In that gardenia season, you and I made the most sincere promise ... you and I are heart to heart and will never part.

There are always some memories left by missing in the seasonal composition of gardenias, so it is unforgettable and indelible for a long time. In the age of innocence, I left that regrettable memory. We can't miss it.

Opportunity is God's arrangement, which is fair to everyone. Since there is always something to cherish and grasp on the journey of time. Did you seize the opportunity not to regret it?

What we missed is over, but the memory will never be erased. I have had such an experience, and I feel deeply and deeply. 16 years old youth, colorful, immature face, but left the deepest impression on himself. That year, I didn't give my time to Shushan to ask about the sea, but paid my time to my youth. Skipping classes with friends, playing video games, playing ball games, peeking at love letters, and secretly loving long-haired school flowers ... one year flies, but the last month has no smile. It's sad. Who is looking at the stars on the lawn of the playground, telling each other a topic that has not been mentioned for three years-the future. But they looked at each other and saw the sadness on each other's faces, but there was nothing they could do. ...

A month, how can time wait for people? We sang the graduation song according to graduation photo, and suddenly found that each student's face was less naive and more mature. There are no tears in my eyes, but there is a kind of sadness. However, the face is still to be faced. The results of the senior high school entrance examination are expected. As always, we squander our youth, but we can't face the disappointment of our loved ones.

Now, in an ordinary high school, three years have passed in a hurry. Similarly, I was in grade three at that time, and now I am in grade three. I can't afford it anymore. /kloc-the sky at the age of 0/9 is no longer so blue, and no one plays truant, ball games or video games with me ... I just stand on the balcony every day and look at the starry sky at night. There are no more stars in the sky. When the weather is fine, I can occasionally see a few meteors passing by, and suddenly it's like returning to my old life. The sky is still the same, but there are many fewer stars. The saddest thing is that in the past, they went their separate ways. I wonder if they are looking up at the sky and thinking of the "regret" we walked together at this moment. The regret left by the people who missed it is enough once.

It's the season of gardenia blossom again, and there is too much sadness. We graduated together that year. Now I won't be sad for the petals dying.

The season when gardenias bloom constitutes 8. Our Ferris wheel has stopped. More than a thousand days and nights have brought us a broader learning world in high school, but why do we still miss the spring in the grid?

Ah, let's take a walk on campus again!

I always think our campus is beautiful: in front of the tall teaching building, there is a beautiful jungle; There are many plants and trees on both sides of a winding stream, and of course there are charming flowers. Among the many flowers that compete for beauty, only gardenia with pure white petals interprets another kind of beauty. White body dancing in the wind, like a holy and noble fairy, also has some characteristics of Tao Yuanming.

Gardenia always blooms when freshmen come and old students graduate, full of pure white, as if the youth we pay homage to with sweat and painstaking efforts is gone forever. The tree next to it is engraved with the names of who and who, making an oath of "everlasting friendship", but I still don't understand how extravagant a lifelong agreement is. I once spoke my mind hand in hand, but I couldn't reach the school gate with my suitcase. You go left, I go right!

The playground is quiet. Where were the shouts and cheers of the students in the past? Rain that has been secretly frozen drips along the veins of petals. How much can I share? How many formulas have not been memorized? How many faces have you forgotten? With a click, graduation photo's dull smiling face drew an unsatisfactory full stop for everything!

At this moment, there are only some fuzzy sticky silk screens around the heart. Does the seating chart on the classroom podium become an unlock password? How much joy and fear did the "prank" under the teacher's eyes steal from us? How many dreams have we buried in the thick wall of books? Cut your back into window grilles and stick them on your heart, my friend. Will you still be forgotten? When the memory is bleached and rubbed by the years, will you never be named again?

The dish that has been scolded for three years has now become a habitual delicacy. Do we still have the courage to jump the queue in order to eat our favorite dishes? Wonderful TV programs are always turned off at the climax. With a hiss, the crowd gradually dispersed and the circle disappeared. Are the uncles and aunts in the canteen still so rude to the class next door? Why do I still remember the tenderness when they gave me an extra dish one day?

It's over. It's over. Is it time to break up?

The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We will fly away forever, but the footprints will stay at our alma mater forever!

We came together in the season of gardenia, but now we leave in the season of gardenia!

We should not be sad, because we are growing up!

I don't know how many years have passed, but the gardenia in front of the window is still in bloom. In my heart, he is no longer a beautiful symbol. He has become ugly and an indelible scar in my heart.

She was so beautiful and considerate, but such a nice person left me. We used to be a pair of good friends and even better classmates. We go to school together and go home together. On weekends, we often sit together and talk and laugh. Thought of here, my heart began to tremble violently and began to ache. Missing is painful, and you have to bear this cruel punishment almost every day. As long as I see someone or something about her, I will think, think all the time and can't help thinking.

I am older than her, so she often plays the woman with me. If anything depends on me, then she holds out her slender little finger. Of course I know what she is going to do: "Hook, hang yourself, never change for a hundred years!" "

In my eyes, she is perfect. When I was in primary school, she would write songs, one simple ditty after another, which often saved me from the depressed prison. It can be said that she is my pistachio and my lucky star. I sometimes even feel that I can do anything with him around!

Our friendship is getting deeper and deeper, and our time together is nothing but laughter. But one day, she will leave. He is packing and will return to a distant place. I just stood by and had a lot to say to her, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, I squeezed out a few words through my teeth: "Can you not go?" She didn't say anything. I just saw a few helpless tears rolling down her face. I won't talk. Let's help her clean up. So the two of them kept silent. I finally let go of my unbearable feelings. She took out a tissue and wiped the tears from my face. The weather is still so warm. Unfortunately, it never happened again. When she left, she said to me, "Take good care of gardenias of our kind. With it with you, I can walk safely! " "

Looking at her distant back, my tears are full of haze, and the sky can no longer bear it. I lost her forever.

But I won't forget her, the song and the season when we met.

And "hook, hang yourself, never change for a hundred years."

Gardenia 10 seasonal ingredients are faint, really faint, but it makes me feel a different fragrance instantly. ...

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When I entered the examination room, I suddenly looked back. Your tired but slightly smiling face gently waved to the familiar classmates who passed by you, and the sour and sweet taste came to my mind.

Your image suddenly gushed out, too much moved, and warmed my heart. When I first met you, you were so ordinary. Say hello to me gently, and you left. Gradually, I found that you are very kind to every student and always answer students' questions patiently. In your mind, there is no difference between poor students and top students. You are a good teacher, and we are glad to meet you in the last school year of primary school. Gradually, I found that you attach great importance to our "lame family". After every Chinese exam, you call us to the office to analyze the test paper. Although eight of us say bad luck from time to time, I know the other seven students are as happy as me.

But that time, I cried. I dare not take part in the school knowledge contest because I don't believe in my ability. You ask the other fourteen students to prepare in the classroom, call me outside the classroom and guide me patiently. I have never seen your eager and kind eyes, and suddenly I feel so small in your eyes. Tears filled my eyes and I was at a loss. Finally, I finally got up the courage and walked into the examination room. After that, you care about me more than before. You always encourage me to say, "You must believe in yourself. Your grades are good. As long as you have confidence, you will definitely get good grades in the exam. " You have the ability to attack Raoping Normal Experimental Middle School, and we all believe you. "

You are about to enter the examination room for selecting new students in experimental middle school. You said something that needs to pay attention to and encourage every student. You said to me, "Take courage, get out of the cage where you don't believe in yourself and look at yourself objectively. Meditate in your heart that I can do it. Don't be nervous. " The heart is not only moved, but also a powerful force. I fought back my tears and smiled.

What you gave me is always as small as a star, but it also adorns my thirteen-year-old sky like a star. From you, I see a simple flower blooming, unknown, but fragrant with everyone's youth!

In July, the gardenia blossoms, and the fragrance you brewed has already dispersed. ...

You are like a gardenia. You don't need a gorgeous appearance, but you still smell in my heart. ...

The seasonal composition of gardenia is 1 1, but I smell the fragrance and want to find a trace.

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At work, I found two crystal gardenias and white petals standing in the teacup on my colleague's desk, which bloomed quietly under the moisture of water. The fragrance seems to be absent, and inadvertently, it follows me. When I approached, a fragrant smell came to my nose, refreshing.

I remember when I was a child, there were many gardenias blooming in twos and threes in front of my hometown village. The green leaves lined with white flowers are particularly beautiful and lovely. Gardenia flowers, one after another, first form a cluster, and then connect into a large piece, blooming leisurely in the arms of summer, perching on trees and hiding among leaves, like a white dove just out of its nest. The poor life is also colorful because of the flowers.

When the gardenia blooms, there is smoke in one place, a laundry room, and others. One place is a gentle gardenia, which looks like a faint ink painting. I often wonder if this flower and this village have an eternal complex and destiny.

Goodbye gardenia. It's time to move to Mei Village with my husband's family. Because I am obsessed with flower arrangement, I have no time to look for flowers and plants everywhere in the field at the head of the village, so I know the names of many plants. For a time, even when I was walking, my eyes were low-because I wanted to observe which flowers and plants growing by the roadside were suitable for flower arrangement. One day after dinner, I took my children for a walk and walked across a small bridge. Suddenly I saw some wild gardenias blooming at the corner of the pier. The joy is beyond words. Facing gardenia, I imagined a picture in front of my eyes: on a summer evening, a kind mother looked at butterflies and bees flying on gardenia trees, holding a young child in the corner of the walled tile house, telling the story of cowherd and weaver girl; A woman with a fluttering skirt, gently holding her hair, inserting two or three gardenias in her hair, carrying a pumping clay pot, walking across the field path like a heart flower ... what a quiet and feminine taste!

In order to find a suitable reason for picking flowers for himself, he murmured: "When flowers bloom, they should be folded straight, and don't wait until they are gone." Then, happily holding a handful of gardenias, I came back contentedly.

The flower language of gardenia is also quite interesting, and that flower language is: hi. It is said that people who like this kind of flowers are grateful and sincere. As long as others are a little good to you, you will thank them with your heart. This is because you have a pure heart and don't understand the sinister nature of people. Your sincerity makes you happy forever, and forgiving others makes you full of joy.

Nowadays, many residential areas in the city also grow gardenias. Although the flower is still the same flower, I just think that this flower can only show its simplicity, beauty and elegance if it grows on the edge of the village tile house, beside the bluestone path and between the small bridges and flowing water.