Composition of Hua Xiao

In a trance, I seem to hear the flowers laughing with my heart. The following is the composition of Hua Xiao that I brought to you. I hope it helps you ~

Love to laugh is human nature, and we will laugh when we are happy; We laugh when we are excited; When we are praised by teachers and parents, we will laugh. Not only people laugh, but also flowers laugh. They also have human feelings.

A few months ago, my father asked me to raise a pot of seedlings. I looked: a few green leaves are still short, like a shy little girl. Dad told me to take good care of it.

I moved it to the balcony carefully to avoid damage. After putting it away, I watered it with a clean cup.

The next day, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I am going to water it. After drinking the water, I thought: What kind of flower is this? So I ran to ask my father who was absorbed in writing. My father said, "This is a lily." "Oh, I see."

A few months later, just a few days ago, the lily bloomed. On this day, I passed the balcony together and saw that it seemed to be in bloom. I walked over and saw that it really blossomed. I shouted happily.

I went to see it today, and it cost too much. A gust of wind blew and they all danced happily. They all laughed, so happy!

In the flower bed in the garden, the flowers are laughing. There are all kinds of beautiful flowers, which are not only gasified, but also rich in fragrance and color. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, some are as green as jade, and some are as blue as the sky with delicious colors. People can't help smelling the fragrance.

A little girl skipped to a flower, sniffed it gently, picked it, put it on her head, and skipped away again; Followed by a modern girl with big wavy hair, wearing a fox coat and high heels, picking a flower and walking with a satisfied smile on her face. Then a group of students came to the flower bed talking and laughing. A girl exclaimed, "Wow, what beautiful flowers! I want to pick one. " Then, each girl has a flower in her hand.

The originally dense flower beds are not as colorful as before, but only bare leaves, which are very monotonous. Flowers are angry and sorry. They don't understand why humans are so selfish. ...

At this time, a little girl pushed an old man in a wheelchair for a walk. The little girl looked at the flowers in the flower bed and said to the old man, "grandma, although the flowers are very attractive, we can't pick them." They are also life, aren't they? " The old man smiled kindly and said, "Granddaughter is really sensible. Flowers are for everyone to enjoy, not for individuals to pick. That's immoral. Let's go. "

Looking at their distant backs, the flowers smiled, knowing that no matter how beautiful the flowers are, no one's heart is beautiful!

And why don't we let the flowers laugh often? No one can resist the temptation to see beautiful flowers. When picking, think about the feeling of flowers. Everything in the world is alive. When picking a flower, it takes away the beauty and fragrance, leaving behind the empty soul of the flower picker! That ugly soul!

Flowers are for everyone to enjoy. The reason why there are blooming flowers everywhere is because flowers represent beauty, and the place where flowers bloom must be the place where there is spring. However, some people are always so unconscious that they pick flowers and enjoy them alone, leaving only branches and green leaves for the next person. Why not let everyone see every place where flowers are in full bloom?

Beauty is the temperament that emanates from the bones, not the superficial hypocrisy. Have a kind heart, protect every flower, protect every spring with flowers, and let flowers always smile!

The flowers are laughing. If you are in a wine cellar, there is darkness, cold and confusion everywhere. This ancient clay pot is covered with cobwebs. Here, even the dust dancing proudly and happily is dead. I closed my eyes and shouted in my heart: Let me become an earthenware pot, a earthenware pot full of spider silk, and a earthenware pot full of dust! However, in this empty cellar room, even my heart has received an echo. Is this because the cellar room is empty or because of my inner emptiness?

The airtight board covered the skylight tightly. There is no light here. I thought I would blend into the darkness, but I was never lonely. I groped and lit the candle, and the faint light gradually made my eyes have the color of life.

I can't forget that failure!

Wax is melting, flowing quietly in the blue and red fireworks, burning my hands on the ground, and transmitting the rhythm of life between ticks. The small flame swayed with my gentle breath.

The candlelight disappeared and the basement was cold again. This time, I have the impulse to take a step. Struggling in the pain of longing for hope and despair, I stepped on the first step trembling, and there was a creaking sound of boards under my feet. Looking around, there is no sign of life. I am wondering whether I should associate with them or chase the sunshine again.

Step by step, I slowly stepped on the wooden steps, finally. The skylight is within reach, and I rubbed the rough board, as if to soothe my soul, that heart full of holes and dust! Finally, I made up my mind not to live like a mouse afraid of light! I tentatively pushed the top cover up and a beam of light came in. What a bright light! Illuminated all the dust. I am excited and in tears-that's what I'm after! I can't give up because of one failure!

Pushing open the plank, a large area of sunshine embraced me, and I jumped up and looked at this endless vilen, vilen in spring! The flowers all smiled at Master Yuan.

Flowers are smiling, that's a smile of life, that's a bright smile! At this moment, I also smiled.

When I came home from school on Saturday, I smelled a faint fragrance as soon as I got home. It turned out to be a smile. I quickly put down my schoolbag and squatted in front of the smiling flower, observing it carefully.

When the smile didn't bloom, it was covered with a layer of green skin and fine fluff, like wearing a green suit, and the whole bud was like torreya grandis. In a few days, it will slowly take off its coat, showing its white chubby appearance. Then, it will quietly open the petals as big as nails, one by one, and the petals are very soft.

When the petals are completely open, there will be bursts of fragrance around them. Don't think that the petals are emitting fragrance, but the pollen on its stamens plays a role. Its pistil is oval with small thorns; Stamens are black and have a lot of pollen on them. These pollen will be spread to the pistil by bees, so that the pistil can begin to fertilize and cultivate fruits. Smiling can also be used as medicine.

Smiling flowers are suitable for living in a warm and humid climate, and their vitality is very strong. In case of severe cold, even if all the leaves fall off, the roots will not freeze to death.

"Smile", what a beautiful name. I don't know who gave her name, but I always feel that this name is very special and beautiful. Smile, what a beautiful flower, like a beautiful little girl, slightly open and smiling sweetly. ...

I think of our teachers, xu teacher with a beautiful smile like "Little Swallow", Miss Shen who speaks as kindly as Ju Ping's sister, and He Laoshi who cares about us like a big brother. They silently exude quiet fragrance, let us breathe freely and fly happily in the world of knowledge, let us face difficulties and setbacks, classmates and frictions, success and failure with a smile!

I love you, smiling flower!

Flowers in Laughter Composition 5 There were several birds flying in the evening sky, and their clear calls woke me up from my meditation. The sunset glow filled the room through the window, paving a heavy feeling. The music in my ear flowed gently, which lengthened the time: "That laughter reminds me of my flowers, which are quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life …" At this moment, a silvery laughter rang in my heart, which I will never forget.

I was rummaging through things in the drawer that day and came across her mobile phone number. At that time, the past came to mind and involved so many feelings. Finally I got up the courage to dial the number, and a familiar voice came from my ear. But after a few courtesies, I could vaguely hear the sob on the other end of the phone. Although the voice is low, it paddles in my heart like a fragment, and my heart is dull and silent. Two years have passed, but who ever thought, how many storms can happen in this short time and how many people can be changed beyond recognition? It seems different to be together. After sighing, it will end in silence. I hung up the phone and found that the whole room was empty and my heart was empty.

I haven't thought about calling her again for a long time. This time, her laughter rang in my ear-familiar and unforgettable, extending in my long memory. In my memory, we were still young, carrying schoolbags and walking along a long tree-lined road. See flowers in spring, listen to cicadas in summer, drink maple syrup in autumn and touch flying snow in winter; Let's walk through the crowd and traffic together, making seemingly endless jokes and dreaming of never growing up, leaving a string of laughter floating behind us, sprinkling on the footprints and infiltrating into the gap of time, quietly, forever and continuously. However, after all, when we grow up, we will experience a lot, but all this will eventually disappear.

"Are they old? Where are they? In this way, we have reached the end of the world. " In those flowers, Sun Shu used this sad voice to interpret the youth in the long river of time, but the laughter remained the same. We all grow up in such pain and happiness, and pick up our dreams in the laughter of "those flowers". "Fortunately, I am always open to them." Fortunately, we used to have each other's seasons.

In a trance, I seem to hear the flowers laughing with my heart.