Three compositions of about 500 words are required.

With the passage of time and the cycle of the four seasons, we quietly bid farewell to the autumn when yellow leaves fall and entered the snowy winter. The wind in winter is biting cold; It rains and is cold in winter; Only this winter sunshine makes people fondle admiringly. The sunshine in winter is soft and unspeakable; The sunshine in winter is faint, without the fragrance of flowers.

Walk into the sunshine in winter and feel the gift of nature. Slender sunshine, large tracts of sunshine, like a soft gauze, transparent and gorgeous, covering the whole body, warm and comfortable. The air is filled with the warm breath of sunshine, such as faint orchids, floating with elegant fragrance.

In this winter afternoon, I like to hold a book and lie on the rattan chair in the yard, like a lazy cat, bathed in sunshine. Let the sunshine caress and your thoughts fly.

Reading Winter Sunshine will naturally remind me of Lao She's Winter in Jinan. Jinan has sunshine in winter, and an ancient city with mountains and water is warm and comfortable in the sunshine. The hill surrounds Jinan, only the north side is missing a little bit, which seems to put Jinan in a small cradle. They all whispered, Don't worry, it will be warm here. Imagine, is this the ideal state? No wonder people in Jinan are laughing in winter. With sunshine, why else?

Reading Sunshine in Winter, I will never forget Xiao Fuxing's Feeling of Sunshine. He told a Japanese fairy tale about a four-year-old girl who lived deep in the forest. She has a grandmother who has bad legs and feet and can't leave home every day. When winter comes, the room is very cold The little girl ran into the Woods and ran back to her grandmother with an apron. She ran in a hurry. Hardly had she entered the room when she fell down. The little girl cried and said to her grandmother, "The sunshine is gone, so I can't give it to you." Grandma said to her, "The sun has jumped into your eyes!" " "Grandma said how well! As if the sun is alive and emotional, how can it not move people? Yes! Sunlight can not only be seen, but also contained and even transmitted.

Warm sunshine, swaying tiny steps, shuttled through books and strolled in the fields, causing me to think and daydream more ... The sunshine in winter is beautiful, it is ethereal and psychedelic, warming the world and caring for everything. However, the sunshine of the soul is more beautiful. The sunshine of the soul is the love of nature and art, and the worship of life and morality. In the starry sky of history, the brilliance of human nature shines. We are willing to walk into the sunshine in winter and let it enter our hearts.

Crab claw orchid red

Just after the first wave of winter cold wave, the crab claw orchid, which has been dormant for more than a year, finally began to stir. Several delicate pink flower bones took the lead in breaking through the dentate flat roots and quietly accumulated a green flower affair. Touching those budding buds gently is like looking at your favorite baby, and your heart overflows with unspeakable softness and warmth.

A pot of crab claw orchid printed in navy blue, fresh and moist, covered with branches, wearing a delicate and bright purple crown, set off by the crimson glow. The dark green and light blue crab claw orchid looks green, with pure heart and moist eyes, layered on top of each other and full of interest. The flowering period should be full, mellow and delicate, and the lush green and pink-purple red set each other off as interesting, quiet and fragrant, refreshing, with the freshness of overnight rain and dew. Delicate and slender stamens, like radiant girls, dance gracefully among the whirling flowers.

On the day when the flowers bloom, the pink petals on the green stems become longer and darker, and the flower veins stretch day by day. Deep and shallow red, embedded in delicate green, is listed like mushrooms after rain, emitting a fresh and pure breath, as if it can bloom in a blink of an eye in gorgeous and beautiful spring. Between the rooms, there is more vitality and poetry, and there is more warmth and surprise in the smile.

Every life in the world has a soul, even if it is as small and humble as a grass, it can also be used to break the soft and delicate soul and smear the rich colors of the years. A pot full of blooming crab claw orchids, clusters of beautiful and unique buds, like a frame of gouache with agarwood rhyme ink, each stroke is from shallow to deep, with a touch of God. Long, narrow and blunt petals, rolled up and tightly clustered together, each with its own posture, are full of words, like a piece of paper full of Chun Qing red notes, and the blue flowers condensed at the tip are inch by inch freehand brushwork and contamination.

Slightly looked up, faint orchid fragrance, flowing, in which slowly wandering with ink-scented words; The flowers are overflowing and the spring scenery is abundant, just like an article that washes away the lead. Lanxiangqin vividly interprets and sublimates the text. Blurred with spearmint, it is elegant and its leaves are covered with hopeful buds. Although it is a bleak season of cold wind, it is brilliant and gorgeous. Crab claws are blue and have no fragrance; Crab claws are flowers, which are not flat in spring; Even when flowers bloom, they will not be puffed up because of their beauty.

Twilight began, brightly lit, bright red buds like lighted candles, just like walking into the dream of "candle shadows shaking red" in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Forget the cold wind whistling outside the window for 90 years, leave a trace of warmth, a ray of respect, no rivalry, no flattery, no ostentation, no publicity, and frankness. This orchid is not an orchid, it has a little fragrance.

Silent ending

Memories fell on my mind like raindrops. That year, the wind was very light, which made people feel that the years were quiet. At that time, I always thought that friendship could stand the test, but when the reality was in front of me, I realized that it was just so.

Once, I always thought that as long as I paid sincerely, I would get sincerity, at least a comforting friendship. But the reality is so cruel. You left me, really. The moment you left, you didn't even give me a chance to turn around and look at me. You walk so freely. It seems that I don't belong to your world at all, and you have no nostalgia.

It turns out that time can't weather the memory, but it makes the memory take root in the heart and cannot extricate itself. I always thought that time would weather all the memories, but I found that I was so wrong. The dusty diary records all the memories, and the dust covering it tells me that it has gone through many vicissitudes. Unforgettable passwords emerge clearly at this moment. When you open the password, the smell of tears comes to your nose. At this moment, the air seems to be no longer flowing, and my heart has already been pulled into a ball. Wrinkles are deeply imprinted in my heart, and dense words are flying like insects. This is a friendship that has ended.

Once expectations turned into clouds, floating in the air. I thought her birthday was the peak of friendship, but I didn't expect it to be a period of gratitude for friendship. It turns out that snow represents falling friendship, not the beginning of beauty. That snowball, full of flowing snow dancing posture and infinite charm, thinks that if you give someone what you like best, it will gain sincere friendship. But who would have expected that the snowball was already fragmented at the moment it was not sent out. All this happened unexpectedly. More than once, I wanted to know the reason for breaking up, but you didn't even want to leave me a word. The dialed phone always hangs up after the beep. I really don't know what made our seven-year friendship go up in smoke overnight. Why is she so cruel? Seven years of friendship broke up. Irretrievable friendship has become the most painful thing in my heart. My tears have long been irreparable, and the voice of heartbreak has fallen into the bottom of the sea and broken into waves.

Maybe from now on, my tears are no longer fragile. When I meet you again, I only have a dull expression, but you are a strange smell, just like I have never lived in the future, and I can't make ripples in your heart. Perhaps, I really made a big mistake, but I never knew the answer, and even now I still don't know the answer. I thought it would be sunny this time, but I didn't expect it to be rainy. Will the rain ask you to answer the case for me? I'm suddenly a little silly. You don't say! I didn't get the answer at all, let alone you didn't get wet.

On the way to friendship, you get used to it when you are hurt more, and you will know when you get used to it. Friendship is difficult to manage, but the heart is easily hurt. I don't know what treatment to use. Sincerity may no longer be the only pillar of friendship. The answer without an answer can only be a wordless ending.

Give yourself a chance to live in the future and give yourself a flower.

Recently, my mood seems to have been uncertain, and I seem to be very busy and full. It seems that there is little time to write anything. Sometimes I feel I have a lot to say, but I really don't know what to say. I always feel that time is passing by bit by bit, and I, in this torrent of time, grow up bit by bit. Maybe one day, I will grow up to be the person I always wanted to be. That independent and pure self, because I clearly know that no one in this world will accompany you forever. ...

I know that the tides rise and fall, and I also know that happiness will not stay forever. However, when it is full in front of me, the only thing I should do is to sit down quietly and appreciate it, instead of repeatedly refusing. In fact, accepting, perhaps, is not as difficult as I thought. Perhaps, happiness is often much simpler than we think. ...

Never regret the path you chose, no matter before or now. Because the only thing we can do is to go on without hesitation. No matter how much we want everything back, the past is gone forever. Life is a one-way trip, even if there are some regrets, we have no chance to start over. Instead of dwelling on the unchangeable past, it is better to cherish the future with a smile. Because of life, there is no if. ...

I always think that the best way for a person is to be simple and quiet. If I have time, I want to travel to a place I've always wanted to go. Maybe we walked so far, not to see the scenery, but to meet our truest self at the end of the world. Because only in that distant place can you put the noisy world behind you and see your true self. ...

I want to tell myself, don't cling to memories, always remind myself that I deserve the best. Work hard and live a good life. In fact, to give the future a chance to live is to give yourself a flower. ...

Do you hear the sound of flowers blooming?

In the morning, the leaves are rippling with the wind, like a green ocean, and the melodious melody is like a beating note, playing one moving picture after another. The crystal-clear and lovely dew was carried away by the wind, leaving colorful leaves.

The bright sunshine spread all over the earth, covering it with a thin gauze. Beautiful flowers open their eyes in this warm morning light, revealing their lovely little faces and muttering to themselves carefully. Listen, the sound of flowers is so warm; It is so eager (sunshine); I am so excited.

Colorful flowers, nestled in the arms of green leaves, are so warm and quiet, enjoying the sunshine and bathing gently. The air is filled with faint fragrance of flowers, which slowly drifts away. Swarms of bees and butterflies are busy flying. I was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery here. They kiss, sing, dance and be romantic in this vibrant paradise.

I approached and approached gently, for fear of disturbing their play, and wanted to put all the pictures in front of me into my mind and take them away. If I were a photographer, I would take this touching scene; If I were a painter, I would draw this romantic picture; If I were a sculptor, I would make this beautiful dance lifelike. However, I am nothing.

I quietly bowed my head and said nothing, feeling the emptiness inside, like a lonely child, lost in the forest, at a loss and unloved. I always thought that as long as I laughed loudly, I could hide my inner sadness, and as long as I was silent, I could get used to sleeping alone. Blue eyes, looking at endless loneliness. Fingertips leave traces of years, and the winds of the four seasons blow through the vicissitudes of life. Those innocent smiles in childhood have long since passed away in the dreamland of that time.

Once upon a time, my heart was so soft and my heart was full of flowers. After the passage of time, stained with secular dust, it is no longer me, no longer the original me. I don't know why, I seem to hear the sound of flowers blooming, which is the passion of rivers rushing to the ocean; That is the expectation that caged birds yearn for freedom; It is a withered seedling, longing for timely rain.

Later, I learned that I cried, and I was the only one crying in the world. I smiled and the whole world laughed with me. So, I smile at life, and life smiles at me. I like the flowers and grass around me. They will also give off charming fragrance and fresh air and come at me. The swaying flowers nodded and smiled at me, and the grass waved to me to say hello. They also paid me back in the way of love, and returned the beauty given by Mother Earth.

It turns out that the most important thing in life is not to gain or lose, but to gain or lose the eternal joy of that moment, which goes straight to the deepest part of the soul and is warm. A happy person is often not because he gets more, but because he cares less.

Whenever I am frustrated, I seem to hear those flowers trying to bloom in the bright sunshine, showing their charm. In the storm, not afraid of the storm, the flowers and Ye Er embraced each other tightly. They shared the cold wave, the storm and the thunderbolt together, and * * * enjoyed the mist, the flowing haze and the rainbow, and stayed together.

On the long road of life, we have cried and laughed. We could have lived happily, but how many people chose sadness. If one day, I can enjoy the scenery that others have never enjoyed; Hear insects that others have never heard of; Take the road that others have not taken; It is also an achievement to feel feelings that others have never felt.

The flowers are silent, and not everyone can hear them. Only by listening quietly with your ears, calling with love and feeling with your heart can you exist. Do you hear the sound of flowers blooming?

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