Hai Tang Hua kai composition

Begonia Blossom Composition 1 Begonia Blossom, as you said, is really beautiful!

There is no mottled pastel, one tree after another, not like a good family, but like a small jasper, light and soft. Like the boundless morning glow, it is not as rich as the sunset glow; Like a thin layer of fog, not as thick as the clouds in the sky. No wonder you like it.

I still remember that day, you were wearing a long skirt with soft curly hair over your shoulders. When you talk about the begonia flowers on the old road all the way, your bright eyes sparkle with charming light. You said that when begonia blooms, you will always forget your troubles when you pass by. Unfortunately, I haven't been there, and I don't know if the Haitang along the way is still there.

There are several begonia flowers in the community this year, one after another. You're next to me and I'm squeezing you. It's very lively. In early spring, it was still a small bud, standing quietly on the branch, not conspicuous at all. However, when the flowers bloom, they are so charming that they remind me of you.

In the vast sea of people, you are an ordinary woman, just like that bud, quiet and inconspicuous. But in class, you are like a blooming begonia, so colorful.

I remember about the fourth grade, and we couldn't tell the difference between "dialing" and "pulling". When I changed my homework, I found that I smiled and wrote "pull" on the blackboard as soon as I started class. Put down the chalk, you turn around and ask us what this word is, and we quickly answer "ba"! At that time, some people said it was too simple. You turned around and wrote "dial" again, and smiled and asked us what this word was. After a few seconds, I gave two different answers irregularly. Your smile is getting stronger and stronger. You asked again, and the class finally unified the answer, but you still answered "ba" irregularly.

Your smile spreads to the corners of your mouth and asks what it is. We confirmed the answer "Ba". You mean "Ba". What about this? "Bo!" Your smile has spread to the corner of your eyes again. That smile is like the sunshine and warmth in the afternoon. We are a little confused. I don't know what medicine you sell in the gourd, just laughing with you.

Soon the laughter stopped. You pointed to the dial and told us that it was not "Ba" but "Bo". In order to facilitate our memory, you also told a short story. One day, Dial was walking on the road. It was disgusted with the hair on its head and pulled it hard, so it became a "pull". I remember you said that next time you add a hair to "pluck", be careful that it will settle accounts with you in your dream. Speaking of which, you smiled again. That smile is like a blooming begonia flower, blooming in my heart one by one.

You love us, just like begonia flowers, quietly blooming in our hearts. Whenever we write a letter, you will remind us to sit up straight. Every time we fail in the exam, you will immediately remind us to work hard and be serious. Whenever we travel, you will leave us valuable photos. ...

Teacher, Begonia has blossomed and withered, and it has been almost two years since it disappeared. Don't worry, I studied hard. I'm still the person you remember, and I haven't changed.

Remember your sentence: "Haitang Haimei, an old digger, let's go and have a look together when you are free!" " "Teacher, this year's begonia has withered. Shall we go to see the begonia flowers along the way next year?

Composition 2 of Begonia Blossom (1)

The bright autumn when begonia blooms is my happiest autumn.

In late summer and early autumn, a large tidal bore like a begonia opened. The flowers that echo the faint red shadow are delicate and petite, swaying like fairy bells in the shadow of graceful Yushu leaves.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the dancing petals are covered with a layer of rainbow-colored light, which is so soft and dazzling.

The Haitang in my heart is such a cheerful and bright note.

Just like my happiness.

(2)

In the second autumn when begonia was in full bloom, I learned to be sad for the first time.

It is still August and September, and it is still a faint dusk. Why is it so cold and so sad? Maybe I learned sadness and so-called nostalgia.

The color of flowers turns into layers of ice blue, like a faint desolate piano music flowing out slowly, and like a quiet ink painting. The shadow of falling flowers, I do not know when, but there is a fragmented loneliness.

Now, have I grown up and won't laugh in the light of Haitang? I sat quietly on the cold grass and gently wrote the silhouette of Haitang:

Scattered in the past,

Tear today's thoughts.

The next time the flowers bloom,

Who can understand don's injury? ......

Blow away the wind of Tang,

Will always be strong.

............

Begonia bloomed and withered, just like my sadness.

Who says flowers will fail? A piece of sadness enveloped the Haitang in my heart.

(3)

It's another begonia dream-like August.

At this time, I am no longer naive to laugh and hurt. I learned to be sober and fragile, numb and strong. Seeing this gorgeous prosperity, I smiled with an invisible expression.

Because I smiled when I saw Haitang. Even if it's not for me. So I laughed too.

The beauty of begonia still surrounds it all the time, becoming richer and more pleasing to the eye. The flowers in Hong Yan stand quietly. Without the initial passion, I would not fall into the second deep sadness. Now Tang Tang, like floating water under the moon, is swaying shallowly, boring and burning like a splash. Its unique temperament and dancing light and shadow are very quiet and deep.

The Haitang in my heart is as simple as a mystery.

Just like I grew up.

(4)

I haven't seen Haitang for a long time, but the shadow of Haitang in my heart has not been erased by the relentless flight of time.

Haitang is another reflection that accompanied me to grow up. Tang and I have too many similarities. We are happy together, sad together and grow up tacitly together. We have had too many secrets, consistent words and even praises to each other.

The Haitang in my heart has never left or forgotten.

(5)

One recent August, I didn't have time to wander around the park. On a breeze trip, I seemed to smell the faint fragrance of begonia, swirling gently in the wind and floating lightly. ......

The wind in late spring, with a warm breath, blew all over the campus. Blowing trees, green is about to drip, blowing several begonia trees in the northeast corner of the campus, colorful. Begonia flowers flap their pale pink wings like elves. Flowers are silent, but gorgeous.

That year, I just entered the first grade of primary school. Standing in the corridor outside the classroom, I was deeply fascinated by the scenery in front of me. God seems to be jealous of the beauty of begonia flowers, and his face is gloomy, like a naughty child who is about to cry. I began to get restless. I didn't bring my umbrella today. In case it rains, how can I go home? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. A sudden rain fell from the sky and wet the fence in the corridor. Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder from behind and I turned around. It was her-Li Yunke. She is holding a pink Hello Kitty umbrella, which is the same color as the begonia flower. "What's the matter? What are you doing? Didn't you bring an umbrella? " I nodded my head. She came over and grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'll take you home." I'm a little surprised. "But ... is that okay?" "Let's go, be careful."

The two of us walked down the steps together and passed the Haitang tree by the corridor. The dance steps of the Begonia Flower Elf are getting lighter and lighter. It is said that begonia has no fragrance. I smelled it carefully, and it seemed that there was a faint fragrance penetrating into my heart and spleen. I hold YunKe hand tightly.

When the flowers bloom, the begonia tree is taller than before. A fiery red flower, so dazzling, can always be the most beautiful scenery in the school.

The air after the rain is mixed with the breath of spring. On the ground of the campus, Wang Qi found small puddles everywhere. "Go, go downstairs and step on the water." YunKe grabbed my arm and ran downstairs. We completely ignored how high the splash was and how wet the white sneakers were. Huashui was singing to the beat at her feet, and Yunke's face was as bright as a begonia flower. Time seems to have solidified, and several flower spirits fly head on, and we smile at each other. Cried in unison: "The school flower fairy flew, hahahaha ..."

After the first monthly exam in grade five, there was a little drizzle in the sky. Walking down the stairs, I suddenly found that Yunke was walking around anxiously in the corridor, his eyes were red and his mouth seemed to be muttering something.

I crept up behind her. "It is raining again. That daredevil Geng must have forgotten his umbrella again, but I didn't. What can I do? " After listening to her words, my heart warmed up, I gently walked over and took her hand and said with a smile, "It's not good to speak ill of my friends behind their backs." And look, what's in my hand, he said, raising his umbrella and covering Yunke's head. She smiled through tears and looked up, tears swirling in her eyes. Not far away, the begonia tree is already higher than the teaching building on the second floor, and it is the time when begonia blooms in one year.

Begonia flowers bloom and fall, thank you for having such a beautiful girl in your life, and thank you for her gorgeous campus life.