Not a delicate rose, not a noble peony, nor a fragrant jasmine. I am just a flower.
An ordinary wild flower. In my place, excitement and respect do not belong to me.
Even the weeds around me don't talk to me. My only friend was three months ago-he was a little daisy, and I found him the first person to help me.
Help me introduce all this. However, three days later, he was uprooted by the gardener and squatted on the ground until the sun dried him and piled him into hay.
At that time, I was just a seedling, like a weed. I was never found. Although I was very young at that time, I knew that if I wanted to live, I had to hide from gardeners and snails on land.
Avoid all plants that eat seedlings. Finally, one day, I opened my own little flower, white and pure, without a trace of dirt, but still no plants cared about me-they said my flower was strange and round, and when it was about to close, it came out from the curled edge, irregular and with many small corners. The stamen is in it, swaying and hanging on it. There is a ball at the bottom, which looks like a bell, but it can't make a bell.
Bloom's time is not noticeable. On the contrary, the grass rooted around them is desperately moving out. They don't want to play with me, but they are more alienated from me. I didn't do anything, but this flower is very strange and different. I didn't offend other flowers ... I kept laughing at flowers and endured the gardener's search. The grass didn't want to cover for me, so I had to hide in the lifeless hay.
When the sun shines in, the hay absorbs heat, and there is little water in the roots, which makes me faint every time. I can't help it I just hang my head and branches every day.
I can't take it anymore. I have been trying to sprout since I was a child. I have suffered from loneliness and I am looking forward to the future. But now, I not only have to endure loneliness, but also ignore their ridicule. What am I doing here? I stopped absorbing nutrients and quietly watched my leaves droop, and the flowers soon withered and withered. I want to become a handful of hay and fly in the dusty sky of Mars.
Just when I was desperate, the gardener came and I closed my eyes at the thought that I would be shoveled off by him. I don't want to experience this terrible scene again.
Who knows, she hugged me and said admiringly, "This lily of the valley is so strong that it can grow so well in this land!" " However, you can't grow lilies of the valley here! "I was taken to a big garden full of beautiful flowers. It turns out that I am a lily of the valley, not a wild flower ... I didn't look up. This is not only a memorial, but also because under my head, there are often some small, low-headed wildflowers, and I will see my former self. Although they will be eradicated after a while, I will tell them: "Don't be afraid, keep your head up! In any case, be sure to look up and shine! " .
2. Pupils write small wildflowers 10 1 times or more. I am a flower.
Not a delicate rose, not a noble peony, nor a fragrant jasmine. I am just a flower.
An ordinary wild flower. In my place, excitement and respect do not belong to me.
Even the weeds around me don't talk to me. My only friend was three months ago-he was a little daisy, and I found him the first person to help me.
Help me introduce all this. However, three days later, he was uprooted by the gardener and squatted on the ground until the sun dried him and piled him into hay.
At that time, I was just a seedling, like a weed. I was never found. Although I was very young at that time, I knew that if I wanted to live, I had to hide from gardeners and snails on land.
Avoid all plants that eat seedlings. Finally, one day, I opened my own little flower, white and pure, without a trace of dirt, but still no plants cared about me-they said my flower was strange and round, and when it was about to close, it came out from the curled edge, irregular and with many small corners. The stamen is in it, swaying and hanging on it. There is a ball at the bottom, which looks like a bell, but it can't make a bell.
Bloom's time is not noticeable. On the contrary, the grass rooted around them is desperately moving out. They don't want to play with me, but they are more alienated from me. I didn't do anything, but this flower is very strange and different. I didn't offend other flowers ... I kept laughing at flowers and endured the gardener's search. The grass didn't want to cover for me, so I had to hide in the lifeless hay.
When the sun shines in, the hay absorbs heat, and there is little water in the roots, which makes me faint every time. I can't help it I just hang my head and branches every day.
I can't take it anymore. I have been trying to sprout since I was a child. I have suffered from loneliness and I am looking forward to the future. But now, I not only have to endure loneliness, but also ignore their ridicule. What am I doing here? I stopped absorbing nutrients and quietly watched my leaves droop, and the flowers soon withered and withered. I want to become a handful of hay and fly in the dusty sky of Mars.
Just when I was desperate, the gardener came and I closed my eyes at the thought that I would be shoveled off by him. I don't want to experience this terrible scene again.
Who knows, she hugged me and said admiringly, "This lily of the valley is so strong that it can grow so well in this land!" " However, you can't grow lilies of the valley here! "I was taken to a big garden full of beautiful flowers. It turns out that I am a lily of the valley, not a wild flower ... I didn't look up. This is not only a memorial, but also because under my head, there are often some small, low-headed wildflowers, and I will see my former self. Although they will be eradicated after a while, I will tell them: "Don't be afraid, keep your head up! In any case, be sure to look up and shine! " .
3. Write a wildflower composition. I am a wildflower.
I slowly got out of the ground and opened my eyes, and my eyes lit up-what a bright world! I straightened up, the warm sunshine shone on my face, and I drove more brilliantly! I looked around, I was surrounded by green straw bags, and I was growing up under a big tree.
I suck the sunshine greedily, and I know that I can't be so comfortable and warm after spring. People don't like me because I'm not smart or beautiful. But I deeply know that flowers always have their beautiful side.
Spring is the most beautiful and blooming season for our flowers, and I admire it even more-it makes us beautiful and gives us life. I love spring. It is spring that brings me to this world and makes me blossom to my heart's content.
* * * The hot sun rose and my petals began to curl. The summer sun makes me fidgety and uncomfortable: I hate the scorching sun! My beautiful leaf also cried-it was about to fall. To my relief, my uncle blocked the annoying sunshine for me.
Can't escape the autumn wind. Look, he blows at me, my petals fall and my eyelids droop gradually. Another evil wind is blowing. I spread my seed on the soil with the wind-spring has come and it can sprout again.
In winter, you have come, my life is over, the east wind has blown down my wildflower column, and my dead leaves have turned into soil and merged into the embrace of Mother Earth.
4. Metaphorical composition: Little Wild Flower I am a small wild flower, with no colorful clothes on my body and no colorful hats on my head.
When Miss Chun came quietly, she gave me a green skirt to enjoy the warmth of spring in this mythical environment. I am a little wild flower. When Grandfather Sun first appeared from the East, I was hung with crystal dew.
At this moment, the industrious little bee hummed and flew to my side and said, "Hello! Little wild flowers. " After a while, the beautiful little butterfly danced and flew to my side, saying, "Hello, little wild flower!" " "I am a little wild flower. When the heavy rain comes, I close my eyes and wait patiently for the heavy rain to give me a good bath.
After the heavy rain, my body is spotless. How relaxed and comfortable it is! One day, a farmer's uncle came to a flock of sheep. When the sheep saw me, they scrambled to eat. At first, I felt very painful and thought, this is over.
But I think, as a small wild flower, isn't it for cattle and sheep? Why are you afraid of pain? So I was eaten. After a few days, I suddenly felt a little taller. I saw it, much higher than before! I just know that as long as my roots are still there, I can survive.
Suddenly, I saw the farmer's uncle driving sheep again. Those protruding bodies seemed to be much fatter than before. Several autumn winds, the leaves slowly fell to the ground, and I gradually turned yellow.
But I know that next spring, I will become lush again. It is really "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high." How happy I am! Sacrifice yourself and bring benefits to others.
I am proud to serve the public and contribute to the people.
5. Small wild flowers with strong vitality. Today, I saw that little wild flower in my hometown again. It makes me unforgettable, because it makes me understand the meaning of life.
It's a little wild flower, too ordinary to be ordinary. I don't know when it took root here and began to settle here. Later, it grew buds, green, enjoying the warmth of the sun and bathing in the early morning rain and dew. Later, it slowly grew a few small leaves, but no one ever noticed it-at that time, it was just a grass without flowers.
The opposite house was demolished, and a large number of stones hit the grass and the humble twigs. But it didn't give up and stubbornly climbed out of the cracks in the ruins. It stood there crooked, firmly absorbing the nutrients in the soil filled with gravel. A few days later, spring thunder sounded, heavy rain hit, and the grass was still struggling. Although it was destroyed by rocks and covered in mud, it survived.
I don't know how long it took, but when I went to see it again, it finally succeeded. It realized the first wish of life and opened a small white flower. It seems to prove to people that it is more than just a grass. I can't help being surprised. In my eyes, this little wild flower is more beautiful than all beautiful flowers. Its four white petals are connected with a small yellow stamen, which blooms brilliantly in the wind and rain and in the sun.
Wow! Such a small wild flower is really something! It can be so powerful, and its life can be so perfectly embodied in an instant! Oh, I see: maybe this is the meaning of life!
6. I want to praise those paragraphs that carefully describe wild flowers.
Where is the beautiful image of wild flowers in the world? Where weeds grow, there will be wild flowers in full bloom. What beautiful flowers! Some are like white clouds, densely covered with green streams; Some are like jade carvings, with clusters of plates lying on the mound; Some are like little stars, and some are scattered in the vast fields; Some are like flames, dotted in lonely and cold forests ... they all decorate the motherland with strange beauty. Give nature and human beings a strange and faint fragrance.
The beauty of wild flowers is more the beauty of the soul. Look at those nameless wildflowers. They are not watered or cultivated. They can't be loved like their peers in the garden, but they can grow and develop tenaciously. They embody the simple beauty of flowers.
Do not choose the terrain, do not need to take care of, bitter fleabane bitter fleabane vigorous growth.
Do not strive for fame, do not admire high reputation, and open in obscurity.
7. My favorite small wildflower composition generally asks you what kind of flower you like best, and you will definitely say, "Peony!" "Lily!" Ross! " .
Everyone likes those rich, elegant, beautiful and pure flowers.
But I just like those humble little wildflowers. Like an orphan without mom and dad.
Slowly germinate from the ground, and gradually grow up in obscurity. It has great vitality.
No matter the wind and rain, or the hot summer and winter, it always stands tall and has an indomitable spirit in the face of various difficulties! It looks beautiful. I went to the mountain that day.
There are two small peas in the grass in the hazy fog. Take a closer look, ah! It turned out to be two flower bones in bud, one is sapphire blue and the other is purple, which is really beautiful.
When I came back from the original road, I found that these two flower bones had become two colorful, beautiful and tall wildflowers! I couldn't stand their beautiful attraction, so I uprooted them, took them home and planted them in soft and fertile soil. I water them and loosen the soil every day. Today's small wild flowers have become slim, beautiful and lovely flowers! On holidays, I always like to collect some colorful small wild flowers to cultivate, and our balcony has become a colorful "world of flowers and flowers"! Wildflowers are always unknown, speechless, and dedicated to their own beauty.
It was born in the corner, died in the corner, and said nothing. And those rich, elegant and beautiful flowers are planted in big gardens and people watch them every day.
And small wildflowers are as open, but they cannot be treated equally. I feel that "Flower God" (gardener) is so unfair. Why not plant some small wild flowers? Flowers have their own beauty and characteristics. I also hope that when you appreciate the flowers in the big garden, don't forget to look at the small wild flowers! My favorite flower-small wildflower.
8. Composition about plants (400 words) Small wild flowers
In spring, many flowers bloom, such as pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and beautiful peony flowers ... what a colorful world! However, what I like best are those nameless flowers.
Wild flowers are common, but they have vitality. Although not as beautiful as peach blossoms or pear blossoms, they are so enthusiastic and selfless.
"Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports spring." When the weeping willows by the river just showed new buds, wild flowers quietly bloomed, as if they were glory for the earth side by side with willow trees.
In summer, those delicate and charming flowers can't stand the scorching sun and wither one after another, but the small wildflowers are closely United, as if to say, "Miss Xia has come, we must give her the best gift." Small wild flowers keep their promises. They try their best to give off a faint fragrance and attract many butterflies and bees.
In autumn, the phoenix tree leaves turn yellow, and the leaves fall from the tall trees, writing a touching story about the small wildflowers, hoping to let people know that although the small wildflowers have withered, their spirit has won our praise!
Winter is coming, and sparkling snowflakes are falling from the sky, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the small wild flowers. The leaves of wild flowers are yellow, but its safe appearance is printed in my heart, and no one can erase it!
9. The sentence describing the corner wildflowers in the composition is beautiful, but no one pays attention to it. I think it's only because it doesn't have noble blood and noble temperament, it's not as lofty as lotus, and it's not as famous as plum blossom, but in my eyes, wildflowers are the most beautiful.
That afternoon, the weather was exceptionally sunny. I stood on the balcony, and the sunshine was warm, which made people feel particularly comfortable. I was quietly bathed in sunshine, and suddenly I heard my friend XX downstairs calling me to play. She took me to a place where we used to play when we were young. She told me that she missed the old days and was very happy. In a blink of an eye, we are all in junior high school and seldom play together. I want to accompany her to see …
When I got there, my eyes lit up and I saw a few small wild flowers in full bloom leaning against the corner. Those flowers can actually be seen everywhere, but I never knew it was so beautiful before. Its petals are wide open and have a faint fragrance. Although it is small and unassuming, it is still not discouraged, not discouraged, releasing all the beauty and showing its unique but unassuming beauty.
They are not afraid of wind and rain. When the storm raged, they just kept their heads down and fought tenaciously. After the rain clears, it revives the spirit, stretches the branches and leaves, and blooms indomitable beauty.
I stepped forward with joy, gently stroking his petals, shaking off the fine pollen, and emitting a refreshing breath, sweet but not greasy. Bees are dancing hard among the flowers, swaying with the wind in twos and threes, showing their graceful dance.
We recall a lot of things before. However, these things, like wild flowers in the corner, may not attract attention in the eyes of many people. But we still love it, although it is not outstanding. When I am unhappy, when I think of those adult things, my heart will surge and give me spiritual encouragement.
Wild flowers in the corner-the most beautiful flowers in the world.
A touch of sunset glow is reflected on this land, which adds beautiful colors to wild flowers and makes them more beautiful and charming. I remembered that I should go home, and I took a reluctant look at those wild flowers. Facing the evening breeze, walking on the deep path with light steps. ...
10. "Little wildflowers also have spring" composition 800 words ① I feel inferior and always think that I am a silent and open little wildflower. How can I compare with those dazzling rose peonies? God gave them beauty and wisdom, but I only have ordinary and inferiority. That day, it was gray, and I walked home in frustration. Thinking of that bad score, my mood temperature can't help falling to freezing point. Suddenly, I tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. "What bad luck! Even the stones are against me! " I muttered to myself, and the long-accumulated tears finally welled up in my eyes. After a long time, I stood up with tears in my eyes, and I caught a glimpse of a new green. I saw the tender buds of grass standing in the withered stems and leaves, and their weak bodies trembled when a gust of wind blew. I'm really afraid they can't support it, but strong will supports them. They seem to cheer each other up and support their young bodies. No one applauds them, but they still want to add a touch of color to this lonely early spring. Through this delicate green, my eyes seem to have a colorful spring ... I suddenly realized that no matter how ordinary things are, they also have their own glory, as long as they persist. Only as strong as grass can they rise up in setbacks! Balzac said, "Unfortunately, it is the promotion ladder of genius, the baptism water of believers, and the bottomless abyss of the weak." A moment ago, my troubles still bothered me, but now they have disappeared. A moment ago, timidity stopped me. Now, courage has broken through all obstacles. From then on, I became cheerful and welcomed my daily study and life with a sunny face. No matter what I have experienced, the spiritual strength given by that green hope can always keep me going to the end. In future classes and activities, I am proactive and no longer shy. My classmates asked me why, and I smiled and said, "I will wholeheartedly." My grades are getting higher and higher, my parents cast happy eyes, my teachers praised me, and my classmates cheered me on. I finally realized that "small wildflowers will usher in their own spring"! Face everything bravely, no matter how difficult the road is, it will be illuminated by the sun! The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, who is crying? Is it raining? No, it's the little wild flower in the grass by the road. Everyone has setbacks. Who doesn't want to see the rainbow after the rain? When encountering difficulties, don't panic and don't be afraid. The wind is whistling, and raindrops like buckets are beating wildly. As long as you meet, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, there will be sunshine one day, and there will always be a place to take off. Just like Hong Zhanhui, a mediocre-looking, bumpy college student, took off his robe for ten years and began to be a parent. He suffered the misfortune brought by his family. There are others who don't understand their own reality, but they still don't overwhelm him. He is still like a wild flower, blooming in the wind and rain, standing in the hot sun, silently doing his meager strength. He gave up his unfinished childhood, because his poor sister made his childhood confusing, and he had to give up, although he longed for it. The wind is still blowing, brushing the petals of small wild flowers, giving the clouds a fragrance. It is raining. In exchange for a round of warm sunshine, the lazy and orange light is so beautiful. There is a butterfly flying in the distance, looking for fragrance ... Zhan Hui's deeds and strength are spread, and people's praise and love for him are like boiling. He found his love and the warmth of his lost home. He had a reunion year, a year when his long-cherished wish finally came true. All life gradually awakens from the severe winter. There are some signs of spring in the earth. Looking at the vast Yuan Ye, everything has undergone earth-shaking changes. After a winter test, the sky is getting clearer, the air is getting fresher and the sunshine is getting warmer and brighter. Clouds of white lilacs cluster together, as if warming each other in this early winter storm; The stream is singing a touching song, as if cheering for the tree buds and seeds that have been hibernating for a winter; Under the baptism of rain and snow, the grass is becoming more and more vibrant; Small leaves have sprouted. All these constitute a harmonious picture and compose a hymn of spring together. Don't underestimate colorful wildflowers, they are the creators of beautiful words. Don't underestimate the trickle, they are constantly providing creative inspiration; Don't ignore that touch of green, they are also the backbone of hymns, as well as "fragile" small trees, which are also ready to go, brewing the most passionate melody. You see, as big as a tree and as small as a grass, they are all conscientious in their "posts" and are all essential backbone members of the earth family, not to mention us. We are always stumped by a stone called "difficulty", always abandoned by the "forward" ship and left to fend for ourselves, and always flinch before the "challenger". A sapling imprisoned for a winter can be brave in the face of pouring rain, and I firmly believe that we can be. In reality, the all-rounder in parents' mouth-a "good student" who is proficient in morality, intelligence, physique and beauty in teachers' eyes, has exploited our few self-confidence to almost zero. However, don't forget that in that TV series called Life, everyone is the protagonist and God is fair. When he closed a door for you, he also opened a window for you. The key is whether you can break the window paper and let the barren heart be touched by the sun. A wild lily living in a crevice in the mountains will also have spring, so please don't forget: we are also the protagonists of life. I hope I can help you.