Remember a wisp of flowers?

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). What is the composition you have seen? The following is an essay (6 in total) I compiled for you, recording a wisp of flowers. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

I remember the composition of a wisp of flowers in the morning 1, birds singing, harmonious green leaves, flowers overflowing, warm sunshine and wide and clean roads. It's very pleasant to push a bike to work and enjoy the spring scenery while exercising.

Suddenly, an electric car passed me. In the back seat of the car sat a chubby child with a sky-blue schoolbag on his shoulder and thick black hair. Oh, how like my disciple, why don't you say hello to me? I thought about it.

I was in a hurry to catch up, but I saw the car slowly slide to the side of the road and stop. The child suddenly raised his hand and threw the banana peel in his hand into the trash can outside Cuihu Park. At this moment, my eyes seemed to flash a brilliant flower, and a wisp of fragrance penetrated into my heart, and my heart was very happy. Isn't it the last petal of the seven-color flower? !

"Twitter", "Twitter" and "Twitter" ... birds are so happy; Swish, swish, rustling, clapping and dancing with green leaves; The wind chased the flowers, and the flowers lingered in my heart. I got on my bike and ran after it, silently shouting, "Son, is that you?" ? Please wait, I want to give you a kiss. "

At this point, he has been integrated into the queue of students entering the school. I'm trying to identify it. Look at this, like; Look at that one, like; Look ahead, there is him; Looking back, how can there be him? Looking back, he threw a banana peel into the trash can. No, one, two, three ... So many people, carrying empty food bags and waste paper balls in their hands, rushed to the garbage bin. So many of him.

Why is the sky blue, why are butterflies flying and why are trees green? Oh, it's that floral fragrance. No, it's that floral fragrance.

I remember a bunch of flowers. The rain has just moistened the earth. Under the osmanthus tree, a girl in a wheelchair caught my attention. ...

Her expression is dignified, and the breeze gently blows over the osmanthus trees, bringing a touch of osmanthus fragrance, which is refreshing. I patted her on the shoulder. She frowned and looked a little unhappy, but she quickly recovered her composure and smiled at me and said, "What can I do for you?" Her smile is as elegant and beautiful as the daffodil in front of her window. "You must like daffodils very much," I said. After a long time, she looked at the floating osmanthus and said to me, "No, I like osmanthus best, because its fragrance can make me happy." Then she went home.

I just stood under the tree, looking at the floating petals, mixed with flowers, thinking about her smile, which is somewhat similar to this flower. I smiled, picked up a petal, put it in my hand and took it home.

In the evening, I passed her window and saw her sitting in the distance, motionless, just staring at the petals. I feel cool. It's late autumn now, and osmanthus will fall.

Early in the morning, I knocked on her door, blindfolded her and pushed her directly into an alley full of osmanthus trees. ...

Here, it is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the sun shines obliquely on her face through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus. I gently untied the cloth from her eyes, and I said to her, "Look, it's beautiful, don't be disgusted!" " I was a little unreasonable at the time, but I knew she wouldn't resent it. She said nothing but smiled at me with tears in her eyes. After a long time, she said, "It's a little cold. Go home!" " I nodded and pushed her back.

A few days later, she told me that she was leaving. I thought she was joking, so I didn't care much. Later, she really left, and when I knew it, the osmanthus was almost gone.

I stepped on the petals and went straight to the alley full of osmanthus fragrance, as if in the dim light, I saw her say to me, "I'm back." I want you to accompany me to watch osmanthus blossom in the wind next year. "

A ray of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance and a touch of warm affection accompanied me through a cool late autumn.

I remember a bunch of flowers. Whenever my eyes come into contact with books, old books and new books on the bookshelf, it seems like a pleasing flower, and a wisp of floral fragrance comes to my face, which makes me stay in this flower season, without worry or sorrow, only flowers and books. ...

The book Days with Wolves is like a lily. It's the simplest, simplest and most beautiful emotion in the world. It's just a real feeling created by a little wolf, an orphan on the Gobi Desert. The geological team saw the little wolf curled up in the haystack, which was an instinct for him to reach out and save; When the little wolf saw that his master was entangled in a black bear and was in danger, it was an instinct that made him jump up and fight with the black bear. It was instinct that turned into motivation, which made them make such touching moves one after another. This is the true meaning of the world, so sacred and so pure! This indestructible emotion, like the fragrance of lily, is unobtrusive and seemingly simple, but it can only be felt with heart and cannot be explained clearly. When I hold this book, I can't be attracted by anything. My whole heart and even the whole person are intoxicated here. I don't know what the magic is. Every time I read this book, I feel like I'm standing in a sea of lilies.

That Eugenie Grandet is like a rose. There are gorgeous words, but also the most inaccessible trap in the world, the most attractive but unpalatable forbidden fruit-money and reputation. A seemingly rich but warm family is revealed through this book. It is the identity of old Grandet that makes Eugénie suffer. Although Grande left a huge fortune after her death, it can't make up for what she lost. The more I read it, the more I feel that this book is telling me a life tragedy without blood and guns. And roses are like this. They look beautiful, but they hide sharp thorns, which scratch people's hearts in beautiful flowers and cannot be cured. This book is like a warning, don't lose your original happiness and warmth for money, status and reputation. When you lose it, you can't get it back, leaving only deep regret.

That "Andersen's Fairy Tales" is like a bunch of winter jasmine. Every time I open that book, I will go back to the original book and think of my dying childhood. In this book, I pursue a childlike innocence, sail and sail, and look for a childhood island in the long river of memory. That childhood was calling for the purest innocence in your heart, responding to your inner voice and reminding you of the simplicity and beauty of this world. I don't know what magical spell brought me back to my childhood innocence from the fierce social competition all the time. Flowing into my heart like chocolate syrup, occupying my whole heart like sweet candy. Every time I see that book, I am full of admiration and gratitude for Andersen. Although I have never met him, he gives me a dreamy mood like my friend. Even if there are troubles, there is a calm heart to go to the cotton team. Is this the magic of Andersen's fairy tales? You don't need flowery words, and books can be easy to understand without illustrations. Is this the beauty of it? That's what winter jasmine is like. It is unpretentious, with ordinary colors and ordinary appearance, which can give people a beautiful realm. This is a fascinating and endless fairy tale written by Andersen.

No matter how many benefits this book has, no matter how many things it can bring me, I, a reader who has been with this book since I was a child, let this book inject my blood into my life just because I love this book. 365 days, I can't sleep well without books. When I read a book, I feel like seeing a kind friend. I have an impulse to get close to it and open it. I am willing to go forward with flowers and books. ...

Remember a wisp of flowers. Who guides you when you are helpless and who helps you when you are in trouble. Friends, relatives ... they are like nameless flowers, emitting wisps of flowers, silently caring for you and helping you when you are unconscious.

I like jasmine. Its flowers are so small that people hardly notice it. Its leaves are oval and look shiny. Flowers are white and have a strong fragrance, just like the love of relatives. I've always loved you, but if you don't find it carefully, it's not easy to find it. When you are in trouble and helpless, your relatives give off a strong fragrance of flowers, help you open the way and lead you there ... Most mothers are ostensibly in love, but their fathers are different. But everyone loves in different ways, right? Therefore, I like the slightly thick jasmine fragrance. ...

I like ... ...

Parents' love makes me love my parents, because what they give me is not doting. But ..... For example, if I am a little flower, he often waters it, but he always waters it in a certain amount, so that I don't feel dependent. I should thank those who care and love me.

Besides, I also like day lilies, because they are my mother's flowers in festivals. And a girl who is not sad, listening to this name is very nice. Although this kind of grass has never been seen before, it should be beautiful if you imagine it out of thin air after listening to this name! Forget your troubles, I hope everyone will have no troubles and be happy all day! And roses, carnations ...

There are many kinds of flowers, none of which expresses everyone, and everyone has good and bad. ...

A gust of wind blew, and I remember a wisp of flowers overflowing everywhere …

I remember a bunch of flowers. Many years have passed, and I still remember it clearly. I grew up in dribs and drabs, merged into the most beautiful streamer. I can't forget the time when I stood on tiptoe and kissed when I was a child; I can't forget the wind that brushed my fingertips when I was young; I can't forget the fragrance of flowers that has always been in my heart.

One summer vacation when I was a child, my mother saw that I didn't get up until eight or nine o'clock every day. She always compared herself with others, saying that someone got up early and studied well, and told me to learn from them. I was used to being nagged by my mother and didn't agree. I didn't expect my mother to send me to menstruation's house for "labor reform" in order to turn my iron into steel. My aunt lives in Beigou. I think iron will always be iron, but I am happy to see the scenery in Beigou.

My aunt always regards me as a treasure. I'm not allowed to do any dirty work at my aunt's house. One day, my aunt and her family went to work in the fields. I was bored and went into the mountains. There are many landscapes in the mountains. Chatting with wild flowers for a while, playing songs with birds for a while, and having a good time. But I was too playful to watch my step. I slipped and fell under the cliff, and my arms and legs were skinned, bleeding and looking at the cliff. I thought to myself, it's too steep. I can't climb it myself anyway.

Help? But in this deep forest, where did you get the mobile phone? Crying for help? But in addition to my shouts, it is still my shouts that reverberate in the mountains! Really? I have to wait for the menstruation family to come to me? If they can't find me during the day, should I spend the night here?

No, I can't wait. I must climb the cliff by myself. I can do it! After making up my mind, I climbed up step by step. Sweat is dripping down, the wound hurts, and my legs are shaking all the time, but I have been cheering myself up. I can do it! I can do it! With this belief, when I stood on the top of the cliff, I understood that, no matter what, as long as I have confidence and perseverance, I can still "settle" it!

Since then, I have become confident. At six o'clock in the morning, I will say to myself that I can get up on my own initiative. When my grades are not ideal, I will say to myself, I can catch up ... Maybe I am a piece of steel, but I didn't think of myself as steel before.

I believe that this refreshing fragrance of flowers gives me strength in my dream, and I will use it to encourage myself. I will cut the thorns without any regrets, and I will get a peach blossom and plum blossom.

I remember a wisp of flowers. Outside the window, the moon stars are rare, brightly lit, the moonlight is like water, and cicadas sing softly. Gardenia petals cast a black shadow and hit the flowers.

JunkoS thought of the girl again.

That girl is very beautiful. With long flowing hair, Ming Che's eyes are like streams, and her face is white. When she smiles, she will have two shallow dimples. When JunkoS met her, she was wearing a pure white skirt, very white, very white, especially when the wind blew, the skirt was lifted gently, her hair floated slightly, her face was happy with a smile, and her mouth rose slightly, showing her purity.

What JunkoS likes best is the white gardenia on her body, so beautiful and so white. There is also a faint fragrance floating from time to time, especially when the breeze is slow, the fragrance is stronger, and JunkoS is intoxicated. Plumes of flowers are engraved in JunkoS's deepest memory.

JunkoS still remembers the day when they met. At that time, Junko hardly got along with strangers, and she didn't even know how to get along with strangers.

It was on the path after the rain, the breeze was blowing gently, the willows were lingering, the sun was shining bit by bit, and it was warm and comfortable. JunkoS walked casually in the flower shop and didn't notice the gardenias blooming by the roadside. It is so fragrant and fresh. The girl also hurried to come over. The footsteps of "da da" and "da da" came.

"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you." The girl touched her head and pulled the white skirt with her hand, so she was embarrassed to say. I also helped JunkoS pick up the book that fell to the ground, and her hair suddenly fell down. JunkoS smelled the wisps of gardenia fragrance on the girl, so fresh and elegant; The flowers on that white skirt are so beautiful and white; That girl's voice is so thin and sweet. Gardenia seems to have blossomed in JunkoS's heart.

"No, no, it doesn't matter." JunkoS's face suddenly turned red and she had to scratch her head. "We," the girl paused and said, "can we talk? I am bored alone. " It was the girl who broke the deadlock first. She smiles and has a crescent mouth. At that time, JunkoS thought she was beautiful. How should I get along with this stranger?

JunkoS left with her after all, and they had a good chat. The girl gets along well with JunkoS. A breeze blew, and JunkoS saw the most beautiful side of the girl. The girl's skirt rose slightly, white and elegant. The fluttering ribbons, swaying willows and white gardenias on the skirt are particularly beautiful. The wisps of gardenia fragrance also floated in waves, which was refreshing.

After the rain, there was water on the ground, and the car passed quickly, and the water splashed up bit by bit. "Brush pull-"A car sped by, and the water splashed quickly.