Fragrant Day Composition 1 Walking out of the campus, that thin scarf still can't stop the biting cold of winter night. The hot air exhaled from the mouth fluttered in the air and turned into white fog. I looked down and saw only the figure stretched by the moonlight.
The dark shadow leans on the cold concrete floor, becoming more and more lonely.
Looking up, I saw grandma leaning against the post, holding a thermos cup in her hand. The rough hand exposed to the air has been red and swollen, and she has probably lost consciousness, but she still holds the cup firmly.
It seems that semi-old thermos cups are extremely precious things.
See me, she didn't speak, silent, also smiled, chapped lips quietly pulled up a small arc. Raise your hand stiffly and pass me the cup. I feel warm, inexplicable peace of mind. Her thin body, like this cup, has always been my warm haven.
Open the cup, the faint tea fragrance will get into the numb nasal cavity, fresh and elegant, with a strong ancient rhyme.
The fragrance of tea is faint but deep into my heart. After all, you can still feel the residual temperature generated by holding the cup for a long time.
Grandma and I went home together under the dim street lamp. I just buried my head and stared at that cup of tea. Tea is green, fresh, tender and not too expensive, but you can see how hard it is for those who choose it. They are quietly scattered at the bottom of the cup, settling and stretching, emitting the essence that they have absorbed for a lifetime. The water is also very clear. Take a sip and you will taste its sweetness, leaving a real fragrance on your lips and teeth.
This is just a small cup of tea. It is ordinary, but it is also exquisite and gorgeous. How can love decorated with feelings be truly ordinary?
The faint scent of tea, like grandma's faint love, is a kind of silent waiting. Day after day, night after night, the days are still dull, but her tea fragrance has been in my chest on winter nights.
I don't like strong colors, earth-shattering, strong pungent smell. I'm just an ordinary person, and I like faint fragrance. ...
I am just an ordinary pupil, repeating the same actions and things every day. In this respect, I am not bored at all, and I am also very interested! You may ask, what's the point of repeating the same mistakes over and over again? That's all wet.
Think back carefully, if all the new knowledge you just learned today is practiced and applied flexibly, then what are you afraid of in tomorrow's practice, and the more difficult problems will be solved? How can it be boring and boring
As soon as I entered the room at night, the smell of the dishes cooked by my mother came to my nose. Needless to guess, I knew my mother's specialty-fried kohlrabi, which made people salivate and immediately had an appetite. I was just about to reach out and taste the food when my mother stopped me-"Don't wash your hands and eat, little greedy ghost!" " ""all right. "I should cry. Maybe this is an ordinary family, but this room is filled with family happiness and warm love.
I don't like the noise of the city. I want to stay away from the city. I sincerely hope to be in nature and listen to the harmonious melody of nature. ...
People don't need to be vigorous to live. Isn't it good not to pretend? I like a little fragrance, as if it can wash my mind and make my mind more pure. Let us feel unobstructed!
Faint fragrance!
I suddenly sat up in bed and walked along the fragrance. ...
There are delicious dishes already prepared for me on the table: there are a few small Burgundy dates in golden millet porridge, and a few onion leaves in oval fried eggs, which are just green; Fried dough sticks with crisp outside and soft inside are arranged on the plate like soldiers. ...
I forgot to wash it, so I grabbed a fried dough stick and sent it to my mouth. Just then, my mother rushed up and took the fritters from me.
"Eat my breakfast without washing your face and brushing your teeth? How can this work! " Mom finished, curled her mouth like a child, bit the fritters and went to work in the kitchen again.
I tried to open my eyes wide, squeezed out a few tears, made a poor gesture, and spoiled my father to one side: "Dear dad, look at that. Is that my mother? "
"I don't think so, Nell. Go wash your face and brush your teeth. After dinner, I'll take you to your mother! "
"hmm!"
Dad played a joke on me. I see my mother is still frying eggs slowly, and I don't know when there are only half of the fried dough sticks left. I spat out my tongue at my mother and swaggered to the bathroom.
When I came out, I saw my parents arguing about what to watch like children. Two adults were holding one end of the remote control in their hands, and kept holding it. I don't find it funny.
"Look, the girls are laughing at you!"
"I think it's you who's laughing!"
I sucked this delicious breakfast into my stomach like a storm, patted my stomach and smiled sweetly. Looking at the breakfast that I swept away, my parents also showed a gratified smile.
"Mom and Dad, I have to go! Goodbye! " I walked to the door, but stopped at the door and turned my head slowly. I watched my thin mother still busy in the kitchen, my fat father was watching the morning news intently, and the warm sunshine spilled into the room ... I suddenly smiled because happiness filled my heart. I looked at my parents with a smile, then gently turned around and stepped into a new day in the early morning sunshine.
We don't have luxuries, we just have a plain life, we don't have delicacies, but we have little corn porridge and fried eggs every day. Our life may seem dull and strange to others, but I think this is my life.
The faint days are also fragrant. Do you smell it?
A faint fragrance day composition 4 sunrise and sunset, school to school, simple tea and light rice, the sky is shallow and the clouds are good. Life is sometimes as quiet as water and as plain as bamboo. Harp in the palace, books in pairs, leaning against the window, lying on the wooden chair, bamboo in Qingyuan, enjoying flowers. Those faint years, although not amazing years, are also gentle times. Only by looking down on the ordinary can we be beautiful in peace.
I don't know whether it is the smell of flowers touching the pen tip or the sunshine sweeping into the room in the morning. The sky-blue dolphin wind chimes in front of the window are swaying in the slow morning breeze. The smell of mother's cooking wafted from the living room. Sitting at the dining table, watching my mother busy giving me hot milk, happiness flooded into my heart like a warm current. Shallow golden sunshine is fixed in this silent moment. The faint days are also fragrant, the fragrance of mom's cooking, warm and calm, together.
Riding a bike to school, the wind blew up my clothes and hair. The small shop selling breakfast at the door is bustling, but the common scene in these years has made my heart inexplicably calm. Everyone has a faint golden smile on his face. Is it painted with sunlight? The morning light carries the hope of rebirth and awakens the power of all things. The faint days are also fragrant, the fragrance of the newborn sunshine in Chaoyang, beautiful, warm and energetic.
When I came to the classroom, I sat at my desk, and the classroom was full of fragmentary reading sounds. Some people recite texts, others recite words, and they are as busy as a bee. I also read books. The sunshine outside the window sprinkled on the textbook, reflecting the words with ink fragrance. Learning is where dreams begin. I cherish the days of studying now, these simple and green years, these plain but unique times. Day after day, year after year, there is no boredom in repetition, only a feeling of nostalgia for each other. Three years have passed and the time together is getting shorter and shorter. What a happy time to go to school. The faint days are also fragrant, the ink of textbooks and the smell of chalk. I cherish them with a peaceful mind, a happy mood and a grateful heart.
Going home from school, pushing a bicycle, walking slowly on the road paved with red bricks. The setting sun just fell on the clouds, plating the earth with a faint red color. The afterglow is quiet, and the evening breeze brings earth and flowers. On the roadside are the rose bushes of the school, with a deep reflection. The wild rose is as delicate as a girl and as beautiful as a pearl. Take a deep breath, and the warm and humid air is full of flowers. The faint days are also fragrant, the fragrance of roses in the evening, sweet, delicate and pure.
A faint day has a faint beauty. It can't be clear at a glance, but it can be peaceful. Ordinary life, that's it, enjoy the present, cherish the present, and spend a flower and a fragrance to be beautiful. ...
A faint fragrance day composition 5 Early autumn arrived as scheduled, the rice on the ground was generously dyed golden yellow, and the osmanthus on the hillside also spit out her fragrance to welcome the early autumn.
My grandmother's home is in this small mountain village. Every year, I will come here for a short stay to spend time with my grandma and experience the days when the air is filled with fragrance. This year, I arrived as promised, and I was greeted by small osmanthus flowers and golden ears of grain as usual.
Life in the country is quiet and relaxed. In the early morning, with the first golden sunshine, I gently opened the door and saw that grandma was already busy driving ducks to feed pigs. I trotted to catch grandma's bamboo pole and drove the duck to the river for her. On the path in the early morning, some unknown flowers are particularly delicate with star dew; Above the river, a milky white mist hung over her, as if to give Miss He the most intimate protection. After catching the duck, I went back to my grandmother's house humming softly, and the faint morning light was filled with the fragrance of farmhouse meals. ...
"Hua ..." From time to time came the voice of whipping young trees. Needless to say, the villagers must be "beating" osmanthus to be Osmanthus Jelly again. Grandma smiled and asked me to get a whip and basket and go to the back hill with her to "beat" osmanthus.
On the back hill, groups of old people and children are carrying baskets and "beating" osmanthus flowers there. I don't know if there are too many osmanthus flowers or something. The air is full of rich floral fragrance, which makes people feel like taking two more breaths. Grandma took me to find a tree with more osmanthus, which made me "bump" into osmanthus. I know what a great enjoyment it is to watch the osmanthus rain all over the sky. ...
"Grandma, what a big Osmanthus Jelly!" The child next door looked at his grandmother who was busy in the kitchen and shouted.
"Xiao pang, you wait. This cake will be ready soon! " Grandma sniffed the osmanthus in the air and answered with satisfaction.
In a short time, grandma came out with a big cage of Osmanthus Jelly. Looking at the tempting cake, I am as drooling as Xiao Pang. Pick up the cake and gently take a bite. It is sweet and exudes a quiet aroma, which makes people take more bites. When they are really full, they will fall to the ground with their stomachs open, and the sweetness left in their mouths will last for a long time. ...
In the evening, the sunset burned half the sky like fire, but it still refused to stop and became more and more red. Every household has a table in the open space at the door, eating a light dinner. This is not a noisy city. There are no neon lights that burn my eyes, no cars that deafen my ears, no dust that covers my nose, just some smells and some home-cooked chats. ...
With a fresh and relaxed body, I came to the back hill. Sniffing the faint scent of osmanthus in the air and savoring the scenery in front of me, I understand that quiet days are always happier than those of drunken dreams, and faint days are as rich and long as osmanthus.
Tonight, I am lying under the osmanthus tree, falling asleep wearily in the fragrance of osmanthus, enjoying the lingering faint taste. ...
A faint fragrance 6 A few dead leaves rolled wearily a few times, and the wind blew its branches that were about to break. The bird stood on the fork and made a few faint calls. The dirty paper balls were chased by the wind and rolled one after another. This dry weather makes me fidget.
I wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and walked forward in the unscrupulous cold wind. The wind is cool, and it hurts abruptly when blowing on the face. On the potholed sidewalk, there was a booth with white silk heat, and an old man stood behind the thick fog and shouted something. The faint days are also fragrant. My eyes and steps were attracted by him.
"Little girl, do you want a piece of tofu?" He looked up and asked me with a smile.
I looked at his face, muddy but eager eyes and nodded.
He smiled brightly, quickly lifted the plastic sheet, grabbed a small shovel from the chopping board and pushed it down carefully. Then, when his wrist became warped, a whole piece of "white jade" fell off a small piece of soft tofu. He blew the plastic bag into the wind and a small piece of tofu on the shovel slipped in.
I handed over five dollars, and he took out a stack of neatly arranged change from his white Chinese-style chest pocket, and took out two pieces and handed them to me.
I picked up the tofu and walked down the long alley, but his voice came faintly: "My granddaughter had an accident last year ... If she were still alive, she should be as big as you and as watery as you ..."
I turned my head and saw the loneliness and sadness peculiar to an old man. I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say …
When I got home, the tofu was still warm, but somehow I felt a little sad in my heart. My parents say that tofu is ground very finely, which has the taste of their childhood. I savor it carefully, but I feel that it is full of loneliness of the elderly.
Since then, I often go to his tofu stall for a while and buy a piece of "lonely" tofu. That day, he handed me a cup of very hot soybean milk. I asked him how much it was, and he smiled and said not to sell it. I want you to stay a little longer. Can't you leave after drinking? My heart suddenly trembled. All an old man wants is personal company, so he won't be so lonely, right?
Until now, I will often go to his place to accompany him for a while and take a piece of fragrant tofu with me when I leave. Only in the tofu now, there is no longer such a strong sense of loneliness. There is a satisfied smile hidden in his wrinkles.
The wind is still blowing dumb, but I clearly feel that it gently caresses my hair and cheeks, warming the lonely heart of an old man. Sucking sweet soybean milk and feeling the warmth flowing from the left atrium.
The faint days are also fragrant, with the fresh fragrance of beans.
A faint fragrance day composition 7 Everyone's pursuit is different.
In countless confused nights, I have been thinking hard and asking myself what kind of life a person wants to live.
I tried to start a new starting point and focus on the goal at the end of the road, but now when I reach this new destination. But I didn't find the goal I originally longed for. On the contrary, a long-lost sense of emptiness came again. Perhaps emptiness and loneliness are an inherent and indispensable part of my life.
After too many ups and downs, I finally understood. This life. What I want to pursue is to find happiness in the plain! Money, beautiful women, cars, houses, senior officials and high salaries. Can you be happy about these? In fact, a happy poor man lives more smartly than a depressed millionaire!
Plain is true. Yes, when people get old. Only to find that besides health and happiness. Everything else is a cloud to life. I am now working in a public institution at home. Life is stable and plain. I just want to live a simple life. High-ranking officials and generous officials are just a dream to me.
Some people say that young people should have confidence. You should go out for a walk when you are young. Make a career in the future. Indeed, young people should have a hard-working and indomitable spirit. But to do what you can, youth and frivolity are not capital. Everyone's world outlook, outlook on life and their own skills determine that not everyone is suitable for that road. Of course, there are indeed people who work hard on their own, plus a very important factor of luck. I realized my dream. Find a well-paid job or be your own boss. Cars, houses and beautiful women followed. But what we should see more is that there are many capable and courageous people in China's population of 654.38+300 million. But the real success is still very few! Otherwise, China would have become a developed country!
A philosopher once said: Only when you know yourself can you not waste your life. Many people don't have an objective understanding of themselves. Blindly strive for a slim, unattainable goal. In the end, nothing was found. I wasted my youth in vain. This has a future?
I don't want to take risks in a stormy and complicated society. Although I haven't learned anything in four years of college, I have made great progress in my ability to analyze and think about problems, and at the same time I have formed my own world outlook, outlook on life and values. Have a more objective and comprehensive understanding of yourself. I am not an opportunist. Not a strong person. I have no ability to achieve my own career! This is by no means inferiority complex. This is a measure and judgment of your own correctness and rationality!
Willing to be plain, looking for happiness in plain.
A faint scent of composition for 8 days a day is like a faint wind, which crosses the fields of the world and is stained with a layer of fragrance.
A rose stands on one side of the field. Compared with Chinese rose, I prefer to call it "Moon Red", which blooms every month and grows quietly like a small jasper in the days. It is true that there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and a drizzle has soaked the world, making the moon red more and more fresh and charming. Bend down and smell it, and a fragrance touches your nose and lingers in your nose. There is a kind of cake called flower cake, which is made of flour wrapped with flowers. Take a bite to reveal the rosy filling inside. It is sweet and melodious, contained between the teeth and swinging at the tip of the nose. With the fragrance of flowers, they hit people's hearts together: one is the fragrance of nature, and the other is the fragrance of food, which are mixed together in plain days.
Mom's colleague gave her some wild onions. "I gave it to grandma. Grandma's wild onion cakes are delicious. " Mom said on her way home. I nodded with joy: wild onion oil cake, Rao has not eaten for a long time, I don't know if it is still the previous fragrance. Walking in an alley near home, I smelled it from a distance: it was the smell of wild onion cakes. On a dull day, the smell of food is the most indispensable. I went into the house. After a while, my mother took a plate in her hand and put it on the desk where I did my homework: "Well, my grandmother just sent it. Give it a try. " The smell of frying comes to my face again, but unlike the potato chips sold in the supermarket, there are various choices: tomato flavor, original flavor, black pepper steak flavor and so on. They are all fried, and there is only one aroma left in my memory-the aroma of nature. The name of wild onion oil cake is enough to explain. Onions are not planted artificially, but grow in the wild, so they are fragrant. Only in this way can its original simplicity be revealed. It's nice to make a cup of tea and eat a cake on a sleepy day! A small gift from nature makes a day full of fragrance.
I like reading and buying books. Sometimes I buy books online, and sometimes I go to the bookstore. I prefer to go to the bookstore and buy books online. Pushing through the door, it is a rich book fragrance, silently writing poems and works in my heart. Different books seem to have different tastes: if it is a tragedy, it is citric acid; If it's a comedy, it's apple sweet ... the fragrance of the book changes with the development of the plot inside. I bought a book and walked out of the bookstore. The warm evening sun caressed the buttonwood trees on both sides of the road, making a rustling sound. A gust of wind hit the book in my arms, and a faint ink spread and accumulated day by day.
The days seem to taste the fragrance of the fields on earth, and the faint days are also fragrant.
Life is like a steaming pancake. The raw materials are naturally unadorned, but in its warm touch, it is wrapped in various fillings, which makes you fragrant.
Colorful fruits and colorful goods, there are many shops and few people in my alley. But there is a pancake stall, but the business is very good.
An ordinary three-wheeled battery car, transformed by skillful hands and welded with iron frame and glass, has become the couple's closest companion every day. Pieces of crispy and affordable pancakes, pieces of pleasing and satisfying admiration, pieces of crisp and flashing one-dollar coins, and pieces of trivial life pictures convey a refreshing fragrance.
For a while, the pancake car was late and there were fewer people in the alley.
Once again, the couple seem to have lost a lot of weight and become much darker.
"Boss, have a piece without lettuce." A woman came to the car with her chubby son. "good!" Immediately, the couple's masks raised white fog. "Little Chef Hippo", the egg liquid is quickly spread on the snow-white flour, and the shaped cake is immediately turned over with a shovel, filled, plastered, spread evenly and bagged. The shovel and the boiler are singing happily, crisp and loud, not slow and not slow, adding artistic sense to the dull movements. The little fat man simply took a big bite and followed his mother happily.
"Boss, come quickly." A young man in a suit and sweating like a pig gasped. The iron furnace was skillfully played another movement. "Come on, take it, be careful, it's burning!" "Thank you!" Young people put down their money and leave. "Wait, there's another dollar." "Don't look for it." "No, I can't." The boss smiled, put the money into the young man's hand and began to work again.
The "pancake cart" gradually overflowed with crisp fragrance, which finally reminded my father of his memory.
That day, my father took me to buy pancakes. A moment later, it was our turn. As soon as the couple saw their father, they chatted happily. "Why didn't you come out the other day?" Father looked at the rapidly spinning cake and recalled the past. "Something happened in my hometown. I went back to work for a while, and now it's okay. " The male boss sighed. Father nodded thoughtfully. In a short time, two bags of steaming pancakes were baked.
My father has just paid the money and is ready to leave. The boss grabbed a bottle of warm breakfast milk and handed it to me: "They are all old neighbors, for the baby." His bloodshot eyes reflected expectation. "No, no, he doesn't like drinking." Father quickly put the milk back, his eyes shining. The boss handed it to me again, but my father declined. We walked away in his gentle eyes, and I felt that there was always a warm-hearted figure behind us.
Now, we have moved, occasionally passing by the alley, but we can't see the couple. Perhaps, they are people who have gone to other places to "smell"!
The days are dull, and life is still "fragrant". The fragrance not only floats in the alley, but also melts into people's hearts.
A faint fragrance day composition 10 Life is always going on slowly, even if it makes waves, it will be as fleeting as ripples on the water. But on such a dull day, I feel the fragrance in your hand lingering.
Your life has entered soft light music. It is normal in your life to quietly move out a small stool and blow air in the yard in a lazy afternoon. Your pace will never be too slow, and the shovel in your hand is the same as yours. Growing flowers is your greatest pleasure.
Always in winter, you slowly sow the withered seeds, carefully cover the soil and wait for it to germinate. Waiting for bloom has long been your expectation in the dull days. When I was a child, I always followed you and watched you patiently water and prune branches. Waiting always makes me fidgety, and the dull days day after day always make me bored. You seem to enjoy it.
After a long time, the flowers finally bloomed. I was surprised to see the delicate flowers standing upright on the branches, and put aside the leaves you had trimmed calmly, becoming the best country companion. Focusing on that flower, the fragrance quickly spread in the small bungalow. I greedily sucked the hard-won fragrance and watched you spread the perfect radian with the kettle. You smiled, and the silver hair on your forehead fluttered in the wind.
"The flowers are finally in bloom, otherwise this day is really boring!" I gather around you and smell more wanton fragrance with satisfaction.
You take scissors and take pains to trim branches. "How can it be boring? In the days when it didn't bloom, we were all waiting for it to bloom and give off fragrance. Isn't it interesting to think so? "
I stopped smelling the flowers and looked at your kind smile and paused. I watched your quiet and busy figure walk into the vegetable garden. At that moment, on the branch without fruit and vegetables, I seemed to smell the fragrance floating through the window.
Later, under your guidance, my mother also planted flowers. Mom's skills are still green, and the flowers that have been planted for a long time never bloom.
"Why doesn't this flower bloom? It's like not raising it. Really boring. " Mother muttered, and the water in the kettle poured out a perfect arc in her hand. I looked at her, then looked down at the bud in the flowerpot quietly, and suddenly remembered your busy figure smiling at the flowerpot.
"Isn't it blooming?" I heard what you said. I seem to smell its open fragrance. I had an epiphany: life is as dull as water, but in the dull life, as long as there is fragrance in my heart, the faint days will be fragrant.