The warm composition given to me by wild flowers

In ordinary daily life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a warm composition given to me by the wild flowers I sorted out, hoping to help everyone.

Wildflowers 1 Warm composition for me The cold before the Spring Festival and the snowflakes flying all over the sky made me a little unbearable as a "warm flower" and kept complaining that "the weather was not beautiful". So I have to stay in the air-conditioned room or hide in the quilt for half a day every day, and miss some unique activities in winter.

Spring Festival holiday, occasionally sunny. In the morning, open the curtains and look out the window. There is still snow on the roadside that has not melted, but the snow on the lawn has already melted into water and infiltrated into the soil or turned into "dew" to cover the surface of plants.

"Hey? Why are there still some blooming wild flowers facing the morning sun in such a severe winter? " I am puzzled and puzzled.

I also immediately ran downstairs to see the humble wild flower.

It is not groundless to call it "humble". From a distance, it looks like a yellow grass, nothing more than ordinary. Close up, there is no lasting appeal, and I can't tell what color it is. It has been two years since I moved into this community, but I have never paid attention to this lawn. These plants show that this flower is "unremarkable". However, if you think about it carefully, this ordinary wild flower is really not simple!

Yes, it is neither pure of lily nor green of green radish; Without the elegance of peony, Xue Mei is pure and clean; Don't expect it to blossom everywhere like chrysanthemums and give off fragrance; Like the water lotus, "it doesn't get dirty, but it's clear." But the treasures that support it to bloom in the cold winter are not owned by the so-called "famous flowers and famous grasses", and their reputation is "powerful".

This wild flower is neither like its own kind nor like some vain but extremely cowardly people. It would rather go to the world simply and simply than compete for fame and fortune like the world. In the face of the cold winter, they will persist in blooming resolutely and fearlessly, even if there is no sunshine, only endless snow and snow. They will not choose to escape or get rid of mistakes in the face of adversity, like the world of the weak. Does the wild flower also know that "parents are long and bitter"? But why don't humans understand?

This wild flower gave me the first warmth in winter, which made me no longer afraid of the cold.

In this early spring season, let me warm my increasingly cold pupils with this proud and cold blooming wild flower. I also firmly believe that after many years, it can still warm a pair of cold and blurred eyes and a heart that has long been riddled with worldly affairs.

The warmth of wild flowers 2 There are many flowers on my balcony. There are invisible wildflowers next to every flower. They give off a unique fragrance. Others thought it was the smell of big flowers and were amazed. I've never noticed these wild flowers either. Until one day, I changed my attitude towards it.

It's a sunny afternoon in summer. My father and I sat on the balcony, waiting for the arrival of summer night. A gust of wind blew, bringing a refreshing fragrance, which made me relaxed and happy. Gee, it's only June, and the jasmine hasn't bloomed yet. Where's the scent? We all became curious. We watched Molly walk, ah, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger! We managed to see a small bunch of wild flowers the size of a fart in an inconspicuous place. Such a small flower gives off such a strong fragrance that we can't accept it! !

We all froze. Dad said, "I think the most fragrant and beautiful flowers in the world will look inferior in front of it."

"Yes, but its appearance is extremely simple, and it can't be more ordinary." I nodded.

"hmm." Dad agreed.

"Although it has always been mistaken for the fragrance of jasmine, it didn't make public, didn't raise its head, didn't compete with jasmine for the first place, and showed off to others:' This fragrance is mine!' I said.

"Yes, be a man, too. You should be restrained and modest. Even if you try harder, you can't show off and make public. " Dad said in a warning tone.

Soon night fell and the stars began to blink. Wild flowers disappeared in the twilight, but they still brought people a burst of fragrance. ...

Wildflowers keep me warm. Wild flowers are not valued, but I have observed her beauty.

Wild flowers have never been praised or seen, but she is unknown and selfless, bringing a touch of spring to people's eyes. And she, year after year, blooms, loses and blooms again. I like wild flowers.

I like wild flowers! Love her selfless dedication and her obscurity!

When we walk on the campus or somewhere in full of green, will we remember where the green came from? Will you think that teachers are working hard to cultivate talents and pillars for the motherland? How can we appreciate the hardships and ignorance of wild flowers?

This is the wild flower! It's everywhere, but it's really extraordinary.

It is a selfless flower with straight stems and delicate flowers. Its stem is usually more than a centimeter high, as if it had been trampled.

What are these flowers? In such a cold winter, it is thriving near the iron railing. Around her, there are withered weeds and withered leaves, but she still faces the north wind and grows tenaciously.

"How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" The invasion of wind and frost, the exposure of the hot sun, the biting ice and snow, and the joy of resisting growth made her taste the ups and downs of the world.

In the struggle with life, she learned to be strong and struggle. In the humble life, she learned patience and tolerance. I believe that as long as you pay, you will succeed.

Although a person's life is short, compared with this wild flower, it is "a long life is better than Nanshan". This little flower has stronger faith than our older people. So, summon up courage and let flower of life stand proudly!

Like this wild flower that still blooms in the cold. ...

The warmth of wild flowers. On the road to growth, everyone will be affected. Maybe it was a book, a simple sentence, a firm look that influenced us ... Maybe it will leave us a short and unforgettable memory ... It was an ordinary day, and I accidentally found a small wild flower growing in a gap in the yard. Its roots are as thin as silk, crumbling in the wind, and its petals become haggard and lose their luster due to lack of nutrition. I thought to myself: this unknown little flower will wither and die soon. Well, it's better to have a long pain than a short one. Let me help you! I stepped on this delicate flower. Looking back at this poor flower, she has been lying feebly on the stone, but she is struggling to stand up. I don't know why I feel so heavy.

Suddenly the sky was overcast, and it seemed that a rainstorm was coming. I hurried home, leaving only lonely wildflowers swaying in the wind. ......

"Splash ..." The rain beads hit the glass and the window trembled slightly. It's raining cats and dogs. I've been thinking about that wild flower. Its petals must have withered, right?

The rain stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky, but I didn't have time to enjoy it. I ran downstairs to see the poor wild flowers. I thought it fell, but it even stood up in the storm! Beads of rain are attached to the petals. Is it a rain bead or its excited tears?

For an instant, I seemed to understand something. This is an ordinary wild flower, without the elegance of peony, without the elegance of chrysanthemum, without the graceful daffodils, and even without the whiteness of magnolia. However, it calmly, strongly and bravely faces difficulties and chooses to bloom in its own season!

Some people like the high-end elegance of tulips, the natural beauty of peony and the solemn beauty of lotus, but I like the wild flowers on the roadside.

Wild flowers are different from other flowers. Wildflowers come in various shapes and colors, including purple, pink and yellow. The first flower in spring is a wild flower. When the wild flower appears in the vegetable field, it is like a child playing on it, dancing with crystal dew in the wind. Although it is not fragrant, she has a natural wind. Its leaves are green and full, like a dynamic female Han. Although the stalk below is bare, it shows a different side.

When the sky is clear in Wan Li, it looks very delicate. It blooms in obscurity on the grass, adding vitality to the earth. When the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, the wildflowers hold their heads firmly and prepare for the stumbling block of fate. It knows that it must go through, and only by facing all this calmly can it succeed. "Rainy days are not without the sun, but in the higher sky. When you are frustrated, don't take it too hard. You must see hope and light. As long as you stick to the end, as long as you stick to it, one day you will see the light. The key is to have an unchanging belief in your heart, a pursuit that never gives up! " Those flowers in the greenhouse are carefully cared for in the greenhouse, while wild flowers are weathered outside. The honed wild flowers must be the strongest! It sticks to the unchanging belief every day and welcomes the new sun from a brand-new and feminine side every day.

Oh! I love this strong wild flower, because it is indestructible, persistent in faith, with no regrets, blooming silently and dedicating silently.

Wildflowers give me warmth. People love the wealth of peony, people praise lotus flowers for coming out of the mud without being stained, people appreciate the tenacity of plum blossoms, and people love the seclusion of chrysanthemum. But I only like wild flowers, that is, they have nothing

Wild flowers can be seen everywhere, but they are ordinary. Sometimes they are in small groups, and sometimes they are independent. A few petals, round and not outstanding, can attract people's attention even if they are colorful. No one will deliberately water and fertilize them. Rain will moisten them and sunshine will warm them. I have been living like this, ordinary and difficult.

The roots of wild flowers are very thin and fragile. When the wind blows, they will fall. Even if they are crushed, they still stand up strongly, face life with a smile and face repeated blows with optimism. Isn't this what we should learn?

Even if it has self-knowledge, it knows that it is not as good as other famous flowers. It knows that epiphyllum is only a flash in the pan, but wild flowers still dare not compare with epiphyllum. So it has been approaching other flowers in obscurity, and its efforts are only known to itself. Knowing that you are inferior to others, you must redouble your efforts. Shouldn't we learn?

I live in a big family of Class 805. In this group, I am not outstanding, and sometimes I feel very tired. Because this group is so excellent, I often use flowers to encourage myself, keep an optimistic attitude, make a little progress every day, smile at life, and turn wild flowers into different flowers.

Some people like chrysanthemums facing the cold wind, some people like flaming wintersweet, some people like the graceful lotus flowers in the lake in summer … but I like the small wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside and grass.

I don't know why, I like small wildflowers very much, and I always think small wildflowers are beautiful. Later, I thought: Maybe it was because when I was a child, I felt that Little Wild Flowers didn't care about flowers and plants, but silently made all their contributions to this land, to the fragrance of spring, summer, autumn and winter, to mankind and this land, and asked for nothing in return.

Small wildflowers are not as noble and gorgeous as peony, as elegant as lotus and as fragrant as lily. Instead, there are only five small petals with a little yellow flower core in the middle, just like the food prepared by the flower fairies for the small wild flowers, and the bees are happy to enjoy these delicious foods. Although the small wild flower is small, its "heart" is not small, and it can contribute to the earth silently and selflessly.

Whenever I have time, I always go to see those little wild flowers. Because some flowers have no names, people call them "nameless wildflowers". I feel so embarrassed! There must be a name, so I have many names: the blue one is called light light blue, the red one is called little red ... the unknown little wild flower has a name in my mouth.

I love those little wild flowers that are not full of flowers, but can contribute to the earth silently and selflessly!

I am a wild flower eager to bloom.

-Introduction

I often wonder why wild flowers don't bloom in spring. I searched for the answer over and over again, but I was always puzzled.

Finally, in the spring of the Year of the Loong, a storm washed away the thin curtains covering it.

Perhaps, the arrival of this storm is doomed, but it is enough to reflect the real existence of the storm and my real existence more truly. I sincerely thank this storm, which makes me understand that the blooming of spring will only make the brilliance of wild flowers drift with the tide in the rippling sea of flowers, and such wild flowers should bloom like wintersweet in the withered season in winter.

This always reminds me that many years ago, the sunshine in spring told me that there is another broader land in this world, where I can thrive and keep running towards the blue sky.

I have always believed that sunshine is the eye of wind and rain; I always remember the deep call of the wind and rain, the smart eyes of the wind and rain; I have been accumulating strength in the wind and rain and sunshine, eager to bloom in the cold winter; I have been looking for the wilderness that the sun said in my longing. In one storm after another, I gradually understand that it is the wilderness of the soul, and I must look for it in the name of the soul. I firmly believe that one day, I can find it, not only its breath, but also its melody.

If winter comes, if I find the land of my soul, please let me bloom and grow, grow and grow under the guidance of wind and rain and sunshine!

The warmth of wild flowers is accompanied by a whirring wind, and I know that "winter" has arrived. In my eyes, "winter" is the devil; Because it is heartless and indifferent. Because it will cover these vibrant little creatures under thick ice in winter. Of course, it also has the benefits of helping animals sleep!

At this time, I was walking on the wide road. Because of the temperature, I wrapped myself up, revealing only two eyes shining like diamonds. Just then, a car passed me quickly and got my pants dirty. My angry eyes quickly looked at the car, only to see that it had long since disappeared. This is my sight slowly falling on a small wild flower, just like my experience, but it is still standing and still showing a vibrant look. But this little discovery made me both excited and moved. What is exciting is that these wild flowers are still full of vitality; What moved me was that so many wild flowers were brave and strong.

Seeing the strength and courage of this wild flower also reminds me of some difficulties we have experienced in life. Why can't we be like this wild flower? Small wildflowers can have such great power, why can't you?

Unlike flowers in the garden, wildflowers are carefully cared for by tree growers, watering, fertilizing and weeding them. But wild flowers can stand the wind and the sun. Wild flowers are so strong and tenacious, and they have overcome so many difficulties.

Through this incident, wildflowers gave me great enlightenment: "Plants can survive successfully only with tenacious will;" And we humans, at the same time, also want to have a tenacious will, in order to successfully do everything ~ "

Wildflowers by the roadside are a symbol of tenacity. "It" has a tenacious spirit.

Wild flowers on the roadside are not like flowers in the garden, but they can withstand the wind and sun.

Wildflowers by the roadside, I love you!

The warm composition given to me by wild flowers 10 The autumn wind is rustling, and I am walking alone in the campus, and the sun is still shining.

The yellow leaves on the tree fall on the ground like a light butterfly, flying slowly and slowly.

Peony is an independent branch. Approached, slowly appreciate, pink petals with white. The petals are layered, full and rich in texture. You can even see the veins on the petals, like hills. Feeling is the page of an old book, but it is not a full book, but a faint flower.

In the faint fragrance of flowers, I smell a trace of sadness and melancholy. "Bang …" I heard the trembling sound of flowers on the floor, how sad and helpless!

Full of petals spread on the ground. Although they have fallen, I still can't help squatting down to feel the flowers.

Suddenly, a purple dot appeared in the pink petals, getting closer and closer. Finally, I saw it clearly. That's a wild flower. It has three purple and white petals, only the size of a small nail. Once in the country, I saw their gorgeous appearance, but it was rare in school.

Unconsciously, I thought of them. Aren't a group of people who silently contribute to society just small wild flowers?

A closer look reveals that it has three white stamens, which are as slender as fine needles and tremble slightly in the wind. What a strong flower, the autumn wind did not let her fall, just like that group of people, resolutely face all difficulties.

My hand couldn't help but touch it, and I spent it, and I couldn't find it in the peony petals anymore. Those people are so ordinary, their social status is not high, but they don't care, and they still make contributions to society without complaint. They are the most beautiful.

That wild flower has fallen, but it will turn into nutrients and moisten the earth. She will be more gorgeous and beautiful next year!

Let's pay attention to life, and you will find that wild flowers are actually beautiful!

Wildflowers 1 1 Outside the window, there are one or two wildflowers under a big tree. They are so fresh and refined, delicate petals and slender pedicels add color to this ordinary world. ......

"Booming", dark clouds covered the whole sky, and even the outline of dark clouds could not be seen clearly in the dark sky. How calm it was before the storm! It's so quiet outside that I can hear the whistle of the wind clearly. The sound seems a little deafening, and my ears hurt.

The rain poured down and hit the leaves. Wind and rain, under the double blow of wind and rain, the tree finally couldn't bear it. Several leaves were blown off to the ground continuously, and several wild flowers under the tree were also tortured. But even so, they are still indomitable and unwilling to part.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke a long and thick trunk, and in this way, one root was broken. But the tree didn't give up, but improvised, and even caught up with this creature, desperately protecting wild flowers, because this is its duty. When the trunk of a tree is about to hit the weakest wild flower, it seems that the wind has come to rescue, the trunk has deviated from the course, but the wild flower is safe and sound. Several natural "great gods" seem to be moved by this scene. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, the thunder stopped and the original peace was restored. Several faint rainbows appeared on the horizon, echoing the sky at a distance, and the sun came out, shining on the big tree and several wild flowers. Although the storm disfigured them, they survived the storm because of their tenacity and persistence. Their shadows are so beautiful that they seem to say, "I can do it, I can do it!" " "

Isn't that what love is? The love of parents is so great. Protect you from the wind and rain in times of danger and make you stand out in the light; A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water. In the storm, love is endless, full of courage and strength!