In normal study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is the composition of plant senior three I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.
1 The cold wind blows hard, and the delicate flowers slowly wither with the spring. It's just that it is always open and lonely. Blooming proudly in the snow.
As soon as the flowers opened, many people gathered around to praise Acura. But when plum blossoms are in full bloom, when winter comes, who will brave the cold wind to enjoy the flowers? It doesn't need praise from others, and it doesn't need a unique fragrance. It doesn't live for people, it doesn't need people to shout, it doesn't need greenhouses and too many nutrients. Mei, it is independent, it doesn't want to be encouraged by others, it is self-sufficient and safe, and it doesn't need others to support it. -I feel sorry for May.
Flowers in winter are inseparable from people and greenhouses, and flowers in spring are inseparable from rain and nutrients. May, how did it spend this winter? It has dreams, hopes and hopes in its heart. In order to achieve
Have a dream, but stick to it and work hard. Don't bow to the setbacks in life, always have hope for life, and it will be better to miss tomorrow. -I feel sorry for May. In winter, it is cruel, it freezes everything, but Mei can't be knocked down by it. With her own will and pride, Mei survived the biting cold wind and occupied the ruthless winter. "People should not be arrogant, but they should not be arrogant." It challenges winter with unyielding soul, unlike other flowers, and does not depend on spring. I won't stop until the last plum falls. -My heart is with Mei, persistent and unyielding.
Arrogant, maybe, but not arrogant. As the saying goes, "Aomei has no flowers" and will not ignore everything because of a small achievement. Its flowers never look up, never show its achievements to the world, and others will not show its achievements to others. It seems that I am planning my next step and reflecting on my mistakes. My heart turns to Mei, and pride and modesty are its essence.
My heart turned to Mei. I took Mei as an example and used it to warn myself and demand myself.
More than a month ago, several morning glory plants grew in grandpa's field. It's really interesting.
Morning glory has strong vitality. It doesn't need fertile soil or regular management. As long as you plant a bamboo pole, it will flourish. When it was first unearthed, there were only two small leaves, which were common and inconspicuous. I bet my grandfather that morning glory won't be as tall as me when it grows up. That's right. You see, its seedlings are very small, just emerging from the ground, no different from other seedlings. Only the small green peach-shaped leaves can make it not a hybrid seedling, but a morning glory. Grandpa said it grows fast, but I don't believe it. However, one day passed, two days passed, and the humble morning glory actually grew a lot, quietly crawling on the bamboo pole and smiling at the sky!
Three days passed, four days passed, and the thin and soft stems of morning glory climbed higher and higher, and Cycas surpassed, Ficus surpassed and greatly surpassed the penis. Inadvertently, its leaves are getting bigger and bigger. From a few, a dozen to dozens, the small peach leaves are getting bigger and bigger, even bigger than the palm of your hand.
The whole morning glory is covered with leaves, large and small, ranging in color from light green to light green and then to dark green, as if to print charming green into the blue sky. It greedily sucks the water and nutrients provided by Mother Earth, and it heartily enjoys the light and warmth given by Father Sun.
Morning glory grows in a carefree and unfiltered way. You see, the soft and fluffy stems are tightly wrapped around the bamboo poles, as if the roots can't be separated from the earth. You see, the bamboo pole is covered with dense blue-purple stems. The purple stems are old stems, and the fluff is a bit pricking. The stem is not so soft. They surrounded the bamboo poles with three layers inside and three layers outside, but the blue stems showed "youthful vitality". The stem is soft and hard. Even with 1080 degree winding, other bamboo poles and ropes can be wound. Not to mention its fluff, as thin as gauze and as light as goose feather.
Breeze blowing, blue waves rippling, countless green leaves fluttering with the wind, like a curved clear water flowing between heaven and earth.
Morning glory is very interesting to bloom. The day before, the stems of morning glory stood upright, and the buds as big as rice grains spit on the green receptacle. Over time, they became bigger and thicker. Their flowers are pointed upward, with little red dot. Then, the red dot becomes bigger and bigger. Finally, it turned into a red pointed diamond. The color of the flower is also changing from dark to bright, and in the afternoon, it has become a beautiful bud. The colors of morning glory are red and purple. When it grows into a bud, you can know the color of the morning glory. When night falls, flowers are in bud. We observed how the morning glory bloomed. No matter how late you sleep, it is just a bud. When we get up the next day, it is already in full bloom. I got up early for several days, trying to observe the blooming process of morning glory. No matter how early I get up, the morning glory is already in bloom. I think it may be that the flower fairy quietly came to the world after everyone fell asleep and gave the flowers instructions to open them quickly. At first glance, the sky will turn white, the rooster will crow and the morning glory will bloom. I saw the budding drill quietly released, and it was a long time. From top to bottom, wow, a morning glory reveals a beautiful face.
The beautiful morning glory bloomed, bringing vitality to the yard.
The wind is cool, and the fallen leaves are like my followers, flying all over the sky, filling the whole depressed forest path. Stepping on it rustles like my lonely heart.
I want to see a chrysanthemum.
People say that flowers have their own souls, so what is the soul of chrysanthemums? Passing the top of the mountain the other day, I saw a daisy blooming on the edge of the cliff like a lonely child. At that moment, I seemed to see the soul of chrysanthemum and myself, vaguely, step by step coming from nothingness, passing through my body and entering chrysanthemum, so I saw her blooming quietly. She was born in late summer. After the same kind of blooming autumn, I watched the buds grow from small to large, blooming, withering and dying with the eyes of outsiders; Then after a long and difficult winter, I personally experienced the cold cooperation between Fengshen and the goddess of winter; Then, after the blooming spring, I look on coldly and feel the suffering of inferiority, envy and ups and downs; Finally, I had a hot summer, a lonely birthday and grew up slowly. A year is both short and long. A year has passed in a blink of an eye, but it seems that after 20 years of cold and heat, from ignorance to self-reliance, the soul of chrysanthemum has gradually matured, and my heart has gradually become less naive.
Through the Woods, the wind is stronger and colder. The setting sun is infinite, and the last sunshine shines on that daisy. Daisies are in full bloom proudly, shining with golden light, like angels.
I sat down beside her and watched the sunset with her. I slowly read Huang Chao's poem, "If I go to Germany next year, I will report peach blossoms", and I feel sad. I don't want to be a "Di Qing", I just want to be like a flower: love the cat's paw, love the cliff of life, laugh at the west wind, taste the sunset, guide all beings and guide people. If I am similar to chrysanthemum, I am a proud heart, the so-called chrysanthemum soul. Arrogance, indomitable pride, the legendary chrysanthemum is extremely tenacious, a flower will take root and sprout, but it will soon wither and wither when playing, so I won't offend her at will, because if I don't respect her, it means I don't respect myself!
I, Ju, * * * Yes, the soul.
On my birthday, a friend gave me a bunch of lilies. The huge flower is as clean and white as washed yarn, but I can't get close to it because its strong fragrance not only makes me dizzy, but also makes me sick. I very much doubt that the lily sold by the flower shop may be sprayed with some kind of flavoring agent by a shrewd merchant, and its pungent smell may be harmful to people's health.
This reminds me deeply of a wild lily I have seen, a wild lily blooming on a steep cliff.
It was a mountaineering trip. The mountain was not a high risk, but for tourists who lived in the city for a long time and seldom exercised, it seemed to have exceeded the limit of physical fitness. Before halfway up the mountain, many tourists panted out. I gritted my teeth and followed my father to the top of the mountain with difficulty. Just as I was approaching the top of the mountain, I suddenly smelled a refreshing flower fragrance. What flowers smell so good that I never seem to smell them. Suddenly feel refreshed, fatigue seems to be swept away. Looking at the incense, among the steep and rugged cliffs, a lily blooms among the scattered stars, bright and elegant, like a refined fairy swimming in the mountains. Enthusiastic, playful and happy children are playing. Can stand tall and straight with pine trees and stand proudly like a rock. How did such a delicate flower do it? ……
It has always been believed that flowers can only be beautiful and charming if they grow in greenhouses, and they can only be colorful if they are pruned by gardeners. At this moment, I finally understand that perhaps sunshine is the biggest greenhouse and wind and rain are the best gardeners. Those flowers that have experienced storms in nature and grow tenaciously will bloom the most beautiful flowers in their lives. Therefore, they all have strong vitality, which can solidify people's eyes and shock people's hearts.
"When can I bloom like these lilies?" I couldn't help asking my father, but he didn't answer, just gave me an expectant look. Looking down, I seem to understand some meanings.
If you want to blossom, you must first see if you can stand the wind and rain. If you want to bloom, it depends on whether you have persistent beliefs. When you always have a lily in your heart, you must have a blooming day.
Lilacs are as white as snow and covered with branches like stars. Peeking at pedestrians from the wall makes people turn around. Cicada sings Pinellia ternata. Against this green leaf, as long as you look carefully, you can easily find clusters of fairy flowers wrapped in green leaves-lilacs. ...
I saw them arm in arm, competing to open, and the delicate petiole was covered with a few small leaves like green petals, which were made during the day. Petals are really small and delicate, and they stretch out with all their strength, trying to soar in the sky, dance in the wind and explore the outside world, thus revealing a little stamen. The front looks like a shining little star in the night sky, with a mysterious beauty. One after another, one after another ... Suddenly, a breeze blew, and clusters of flowers swayed with the wind, like a string of small wind chimes. Looking closely, each flower was like a small horn that was broadcasting, whispering something to me gently. ...
Lilac flowers are slender and weak, and the flower tube is slightly longer, giving people a feeling of wanting to let go. Scholars of all ages used lilac flowers as a medium to convey elegance and solemnity and meaningful feelings. Niuqiao's famous article: "Since Nanpu Bie, I am worried when I see lilacs"; There is also a famous saying in Yin 'e: "If you want to express your sadness, cloves are in your heart." ...
This reminds me of that summer, when a few sparse lilacs in my hometown opened, which were faint lavender and enjoyed the flowers with her. In an instant, white lilacs flashed in front of me. Although lilacs are sparse, they are also blooming enthusiastically. It is precisely that kind of sparsity that makes them come with an oil-paper umbrella like lilacs, which is somewhat similar to her figure, elegant and fresh. This fantastic scene left a deep mark in my heart. ...
This clove is really like a knot, which is an inseparable sadness and parting. It seems that pieces of white and lavender "snowflakes" are falling quietly in the rainy and lingering May, and the faint fragrance stores faint sad lilacs, which "breeds" a vision for the future and a warm dream with some melancholy nostalgia. Love, time with her; Think about the beautiful scenery under the lilac tree; I hope that she is waiting for me ... such as Dai Wangshu's poem: "Lilacs are like a girl with sorrow".