Write beautiful osmanthus prose.

Write the first part of osmanthus prose: another year of osmanthus fragrance.

In August of the lunar calendar, the weather will be much cooler, and the refreshing fragrance will float leisurely in the dark green forest shade along the path you usually take.

You don't have to think about it, you know it's sweet-scented osmanthus, strong but not smoked. As the cool autumn wind enters your nostrils, your heart suddenly freshens up a lot. If you don't observe carefully, you can hardly see the appearance of osmanthus among the dense leaves. Those fine petals are clustered together, and the elegant goose yellow is covered with dark green leaves, like a shy girl, half covering her face. You can't seem to see her in the dense forest. However, the intoxicating fragrance tells you that she is really by your side, and you can't have any doubts.

I was really fascinated by the sweet-scented osmanthus in August, not only because of her unique fragrance that can be smelled far away, but also because of her unassuming calmness and elegance and the simple and casual environment in which she grew up. Think about it, ordinary roadside, roses can grow leisurely? I don't think so. Immature demons can't stand wind and rain. Only under the careful care of the gardener can it grow charming and attractive. However, it is much worse than osmanthus fragrance. Peony is quite generous, but I think her flowers are almost exaggerated, with a little more colorful elements, and peony has high requirements for living environment. I think the beauty of flowers should be just right, like a small jasper. What I want to say is purity is the ultimate good. Plum blossom is also my favorite species, but her coldness and aloofness seem to be incompatible with other species, which inevitably makes people stay away from it. For the above reasons, naturally, I have a soft spot for osmanthus. Frankly speaking, I fell in love with osmanthus.

In details, the beauty of flowers should be subtle and elegant in appearance and fragrant in connotation, so that they can enter the hearts of ordinary people. Osmanthus fragrans is proud of her simplicity in August.

August is the best season of the year. Autumn is crisp, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the temperature is lukewarm, everything is mature and there is a rich world. This season often reminds me of the countryside, where there are traces of autumn everywhere. The simplest scenery can be seen at a glance, and you can imagine the charm of autumn with your eyes closed. Without embellishment, the beauty and maturity of autumn are just around the corner. There is no need to look for it, autumn has entered your heart. This feeling is like the fragrance of osmanthus in the air, which brings out the best in each other.

In the midsummer this year, I renovated the collapsed old house, which was brand-new, with white walls and high ceilings, and was much more impressive than the old house. New doors and windows, clean front eaves and back corridors, abandoned old houses. The trace of the old house down and out has become a memory, only a few osmanthus trees in the backyard are still growing luxuriantly on the land of the former residence, emitting a faint fragrance.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter rotate in time, and life experiences the initial elegance of life and then matures. When people reach middle age, they already look down on glitz. The once proud journey is as light as the wind and cloud. The heart is no longer restless in the complacency of life, and the gains and losses are treasured in the heart. Don't make a name for yourself by chasing the moon, and don't try your best to look forward to the glory of life. Peace of mind, a person has his own happiness.

At this time, I suddenly feel that people are as quality as osmanthus when they reach middle age. I won't try my best to pursue the wheat straw released in the bright sunshine, I won't care about the unique fertile soil in the greenhouse, and I won't feel dejected because no one cares. Living a high and wonderful life, I think this is enough to laugh at life.

I smell the confession of life in the fragrance of osmanthus. It's already the Mid-Autumn Festival. If autumn should be everywhere, why does it bloom so gracefully and calmly? The broken flowers, which seem to contain white flowers, can release amazing fragrance and dominate the space-time in August. Perhaps it can be explained that life may not be brilliant at the best time. I'm obsessed, but I can't help it.

I not only fell in love with the fragrance of osmanthus, but also rejoiced in the low-key feelings like human beings. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom, and a bunch of colorful flowers, just like a poem said, "Flowers are becoming more and more charming", is very lively. However, how many people can recognize their names and how many people can remember them is ultimately just a short-term vanity of grandstanding.

Simplicity is a beauty; Reserved, more attractive. The beauty that can enter the hearts of ordinary people does not necessarily need to be publicized. Only a wisp of fragrance overflowing the branches is enough to make people aftertaste in the depths of the fleeting time.

Eight sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, I am waiting in late autumn.

Beautiful Prose on Osmanthus fragrans Part II: The Fragrant Osmanthus fragrans Fall in Leisure.

A gust of wind blows down osmanthus trees, just like osmanthus rain.

Walking under the tree, osmanthus fell to the ground, and the faint fragrance was as refreshing as when it first opened. I stepped on the fallen flowers piteously, thinking that if I could collect them, I would put a little when making tea, a little in sweet wine dumplings and a little when making frozen rice candy during the New Year, I could smell osmanthus fragrance almost every day.

It took only ten and a half days for the first fragrance of flowers to float from the osmanthus tree to fall all over the ground. However, osmanthus trees spent a year waiting, experienced spring breeze and summer rain, winter snow and autumn frost, and finally blossomed brilliantly. Although it is short-lived, it blooms so brilliantly and passionately, and it is a first-class flower with rich fragrance. Looking at life from the scattered osmanthus, life is the same, with bright sunshine, wind, frost, rain and snow. Life has been full of hardships since ancient times, and we all know that things are changing.

People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall. Now I am also an idle person. Wandering under the tree when you are idle, I really feel that osmanthus falls so quietly, like a drizzle floating in the wind, like snowflakes falling. When it comes to leisure, it is not idle. Writing prose, playing WeChat, writing beautiful articles, and living a dull and interesting life. That kind of hard work and hard work is no longer the main chord of life. Now you can play if you want, write if you want, and entertain yourself, as long as you are happy.

The osmanthus rain drifted with the wind and fell silently on the quiet land. This flower will bloom bigger, there will be wind, frost, rain and snow, freezing and cold. But I am still looking forward to the arrival of an old friend who is tottering, just like an ancient poem, "Tea is wine when guests come on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first." As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. "Outside, cold branches are falling quietly, charcoal fire is splashing in the bamboo stove, and tea soup is boiling in the kettle. At this time, it was calm, the moon was clear, and there were a few sparse plum windows. The fragrance was Ying Ying. What kind of state will it be?

People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the alley is deep. I looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus falling upstairs in Zhang Jiaxiang, like a drizzle, and like tears dripping from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree …

Writing Beautiful Prose of Osmanthus fragrans Part III: Another Season of Osmanthus fragrans Fragrance

It is another season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. Last night, the village fell asleep, and the flowers in the dream blossomed and the garden was full of fragrance.

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Another season of osmanthus fragrance. Last night, I dreamed back to the village and dreamed of those lovely children. The village in the dream is still fragrant with osmanthus, and the campus in the dream is still so quiet. Every time I think of a small village, I think of those years when I was a mountain village teacher in a small village. My heart will be filled with infinite attachment, perhaps because the days in the small village left me with beautiful things, which made me linger in my dreams after many years, moved by it, treasured in my memory and unforgettable.

Ten years ago, as a member of the teaching team, I signed up to be a teacher in a remote mountain village far from my hometown. On the day of registration, the sun was shining. The car that sent us was full of books and bumped on the rugged mountain road. Sitting in the car, my stomach is very uncomfortable, but I am still very excited, because I can finally walk on the three-foot platform to realize my dream for many years.

The mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, and the car broke down several times on the way. About dozens of miles of mountain roads. In a blink of an eye, I saw villages and schools. The first time I saw the village, I was most impressed by the osmanthus trees swaying in the wind, emitting intoxicating osmanthus fragrance. Perhaps because of its remoteness, this small village is a bit like heaven. Simple folk customs. The school is built at the foot of the mountain. The campus is surrounded by long classrooms, and there is a big playground in the middle, which is very neat. There are many children laughing and playing on the playground. The children were happy to see that we had brought books. They are scrambling to move the books into the classroom. Their faces are red and tired. Children in the countryside are so simple and lovely.

My colleagues and I settled down in the corner of the small village, and the small room was very simple. But sweet. Every day there are all kinds of wild flowers and fruits on the desk, which are given by children. My primary school is a complete rural primary school. All the children in the surrounding villages go to this primary school. They climb several kilometers of mountain roads to go to school every morning. The children know that I like flowers. Every morning on my way to school, I pick many flowers for myself. I put these flowers in a bottle, and suddenly they filled the whole hut.

Children in rural areas are very sensible and happy. They carry heavy schoolbags and come to school every day. It makes people feel distressed to think about it. But they never feel pain. Still very naughty and happy, laughing and playing on the road, singing carefree songs. That happiness and innocence infected me so far that I learned to smile every day in the days to come.

I was in charge of sixth grade teaching, and I was very busy every day. But every time I see children's innocent eyes eager for knowledge, I feel very fulfilled. I walked into the classroom early in the morning and the children were reading aloud. Go out of the classroom at night with the children saying goodbye. Cycle after cycle. Live a simple and quiet life. Whenever osmanthus is in full bloom, golden eyes hang on the branches, and I will pick it back with the children and put it in front of the window to dry. Then I fell asleep with the fragrance of osmanthus.

During my stay in the village, I met my colleague Ping, who is the daughter of the principal of this primary school. Ping has big eyes. She is short and thin, but full of energy. Ping is a college student who came out of this small village. I could have stayed at school the year I graduated from college, but the village was remote and lacked classrooms. Ping gave up the opportunity to stay in the city and returned to his hometown to become a teacher in a mountain village.

Teacher Ping is not only a teacher for children to learn, but also takes care of their lives. Some children can't afford to pay tuition fees because of family difficulties, so Ping helps him pay with his own salary. Some children are in poor health and love colds, so they buy medicine to take care of her. Some children will bring home delicious food after their birthdays. Some children are naughty and playful, so they are patiently educated and guided. Children like Ping like her mother very much. They surround her kindly and call her Miss Xiaoping.

There is a big river to the east of the village. Every morning before dawn, I go to the river to wait for the children who come to school, and then take them one by one. When it rains and the water rises, it is necessary to carry the children across the river. Every time Ping arranged for me to take my children across the river, she carried them one by one. Every time I see her thin and firm figure shining in the early morning sun, I will be very moved. Many years later, this scene became a beautiful scenery in my dream.

Many years later, when I left the village, I received a phone call from Ping, saying that she was the bride and the groom was also a teacher in that primary school. She said she could stay with the children all the time. Happiness is beyond words in plain words. I believe that she is happy. It is enough for a person to stay in his beloved hometown, do what he likes and love the person he loves for life. During those few days in the small village, I visited many enthusiastic villagers' homes, read many books and wrote many words. There are so many people who love me and I love them. It was the simplest and best time in my memory. Let me still miss it for many days to come.

Time flies in the rush of big cities. Many years have passed. Whenever I watch my children get up lazily in the morning to drink milk, I will think of the children in those mountain villages. Now they have become the pillars of society. Everyone says that the experience of growing up is a treasure. I believe that childhood experience will make these children not be intimidated by any difficulties in their later lives, and will make them cherish and love life more.

Now, I am used to the glitz and noise of the city, but I still long for the innocence and simplicity of that year. It is the people, things and beauty that often appear in my dreams. Because of those innocent and unforgettable days, after three thousand years of prosperity, my heart is still spotless. And that village often haunts my dreams, with children's laughter and sweet-scented osmanthus lingering in my heart. ...