Yang shan Tian yuan spring outing composition

Daisy, a beautiful word, gives people a small and exquisite feeling. But I've never seen daisies.

The teacher brought a bunch of daisies today. White and purple are mixed, purple is deep and white is pure. Petals are oval, as delicate as a girl's skin. They have a thorough smile, a half-open, like a doll's shy face, and a bud, like a sweet sleeping baby. The whole bunch of flowers gives people a calm feeling.

Leaves are like small hands, open your fingers, the breeze blows, and the small hands swing gently to greet us! The branches are immersed in water, giving people an indescribable feeling, exquisite? Small? Crystal clear? It seems to be all, but it seems not. The branches and leaves are so green that they seem to overflow at once, like jade.

I leaned down and smelled it, and a very clear and faint fragrance came to my nose. Wow, fatigue and troubles have dissipated, replaced by refreshing.

Chrysanthemums are not as precious and delicate as peonies and roses. It is so persistent, unknown, not many people watch, not many people admire, it grows silently and contributes silently. When it is in full bloom, it freshens the air, decorates the world and dries up. It dedicates itself to the body and is tanned into chrysanthemum tea by people. How touching this is!