Chinese composition "When Gardenia is Sweet"

How many times lost in the ocean of words, addicted to beautiful words; Finally, I found something different between the feelings, love, hate and sadness that I used to see, that is, the feelings precipitated in the depths of my memory. Although it has been baptized by the vicissitudes of time, it still can't cover up those classic years that are worth remembering, just like an altar of old wine, which lasts forever in Micari. Maybe it's because I have a strong nostalgic complex, or maybe gardenia bears too many beautiful memories, and when it wipes away the dust of memories, those memories will inadvertently knock on my heart, and now the inner peace adds a little peace and tranquility to my restless heart.

After the sun goes down in May, it is the season when gardenias bloom. Gardenia will not be too strange to a child born and raised in a small farmhouse. Gardenia tree has strong vitality and high medicinal value, and can clear away heat and purge fire. She doesn't need as much care as those flowers in the greenhouse. A few rays of sunshine and a few drops of morning dew are enough. I don't need to be praised by literati, and I don't need to attract the attention of others. I just stood quietly in a corner of the yard, silently offering my fragrance. It adds a bit of poetry and warmth to the farmer. The morning breeze bursts, and the refreshing fragrance always makes people feel relaxed and can't stop; White and elegant, fragrant but not tacky. The budding green bones bloom slightly under the moisture of the early morning rain and dew, and are secretly hidden among the green leaves, which makes people fondle, as shy as the young lady next door. The blooming white flowers are as lovely as the bride to be married, with ice muscles like snow and body fragrance.

I remember lying on the bamboo bed in the courtyard under the starry sky when I was a child, leaning against my mother's arm, listening to her tell the story of Weaver Girl and the legend of Gardenia. According to legend, gardenia is a fairy in the Heavenly Palace, and she lingers because of her lust for human fireworks. In a rage, the jade emperor turned her into a small tree in the wild, and stayed on earth forever, suffering from the wind and rain every year. A kind country boy couldn't bear to see the weak little tree destroyed, so he moved her back to his yard to take good care of it. Soon, the young trees will be full of vitality and gradually grow sturdily. In order to repay his master's kindness, he became a human being and washed and cooked for his master during the day; In the evening, many beautiful flowers are in full bloom and full of fragrance. Later, the teenager fell in love with this beautiful woman and lived a happy pastoral life ... Listening to the wonderful legend of his mother, sleeping on insects and the gentle evening breeze on summer nights, they unconsciously entered a sweet dream. ...

Maybe one side of the soil and water will support one side. The girls in our country seem to have the elegant and simple temperament of gardenia, beautiful but unassuming, simple and generous. I remember when I was in primary school, my neighbor was a very delicate girl, with a plain little oval face and clear eyes, and two shallow dimples when she smiled ... not only beautiful, but also good academic performance. Somehow, at that time, I had an admiration for this girl who was both a deskmate and a fellow countryman, and I couldn't say how much I liked her. Of course, at that time, it was just a kind of ignorance, pure appreciation, and love without any impurities. I always like being with her. Whenever she finishes her homework, I have the cheek to say, Swallow, let me check it for you. Of course, the purpose of drunkenness is not to drink, but to steal some questions from others is the real purpose.

At that time, post-80s girls especially liked to tie two gardenias in their long ponytails. The green and white flowers and faint fragrance on their heads filled the classroom, which seemed to have become a fashion at that time, and swallows were no exception. In order to concentrate, I get up early every morning and then study by myself. I will pick some of the biggest and most fragrant gardenias in the yard, put them in glass bottles and soak them in water, then secretly put them in my schoolbag and take them to school. My neighbor's aunt always laughs at me when she sees it: Yo, little girls love flowers, and so do your boys ... She blushed until her neck was thick and left with a guilty conscience. Every time I bring flowers, I can surprise the swallows. Of course, I will also get a reward, that is, I can get the "special care" of swallows during the exam.

When I was a child, I was always naughty and playful, but I dared not be presumptuous in front of swallows. I have been pretending to be a good boy, and I have been sitting in class, obeying the rules and thinking deeply. All this is to leave a perfect impression on her. So that when the class teacher teaches those naughty and stubborn students in class, he always takes me as a positive textbook: look ... look at the concentration of others in class, which is the material of the college entrance examination. Would you please learn from others?

Therefore, every time the teacher asks questions, he always calls my name. When they were full of confidence and expectation, they thought I could answer correctly, but I didn't know that I stood there like a log and let them down. In fact, they don't know what I'm thinking in class. Later, the class teacher wrote such a comment on my final report card: The student was very serious in class and his IQ was extremely slow ... It was the first time that a young heart was so humiliated and made a fool of itself in front of swallows. In order to win a sigh of relief, I made up my mind never to play again, taking the swallow as an example. Near Zhu Zhechi, in my later study and life, I naturally benefited a lot from having such an excellent tutor. We go to school together, do our homework together, study at night together, and walk on the country road filled with gardenia fragrance. ...

Time has passed, and the wonderful childhood life has already slipped through your fingers. The little girl at the same table has now become a good wife and mother. How are you doing in the distance?

It's like water passing by, and it's another year of gardenia fragrance. When the past has become a song, only pure and romantic youth and the fragrance of gardenia will be fixed in my memory forever like a beautiful picture scroll, lingering. ...