Use flowers to describe beautiful phrases.

Magnolia symbolizes gratitude. Magnolia often blooms a large round white flower in a green place. With the rich fragrance, people feel an unspeakable temperament, which is really fresh and lovely. Because of its tall plants, high flowering position, swaying in the wind, full of vitality, just like a beautiful girl, very cute. New poetry is old and ugly, and Jiangnan barren museum is separated by autumn clouds. Affectionate does not change color year after year, and the eternal heart holds the gentleman.

The legend of Mulan is permeated with traditional folk stories in China. The story is about three sisters who lived in the mountains a long time ago. My sister's name is Magnolia grandiflora, the second is Magnolia grandiflora, and the third is Huang Yulan. One day, when they went down the mountain to play, they found cold water and autumn smoke in the village. The three sisters were very surprised. Inquired about the people in the village, only to know that the original Qin Shihuang was rushing to fill the sea and killed the lobster princess. Since then, the Dragon King and Zhangjiajie have become enemies. The Dragon King locked the salt storage and prevented Zhangjiajie people from eating salt, which finally led to a plague and many people died. The three sisters were very sympathetic to them, so they decided to help them beg for salt. But how easy is it? After being rejected by the Dragon King many times, the three sisters had to start with the general crab guarding the salt storehouse, charmed the general crab with their own flowers, took the opportunity to cut through the salt storehouse and immerse all the salt in the seawater. The people in the village were saved, but the three sisters were turned into flower trees by the Dragon King. Later, in order to commemorate them, people called this flower tree "Magnolia", and the flowers they brewed became their own fragrance. The story is simple and beautiful, but it also reflects people's pursuit of beautiful things and their yearning for perfection.

In late autumn, the trees slowly wither, the air is dry, the sky is pale, and it is often rainy and windy. In this sad season, chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn wind. It turns out that there are many trees in our community, but it's a pity that late autumn has arrived and they have withered. I am used to seeing the beautiful scenery at ordinary times, and my eyes are full of hunger and thirst, looking for the green shadow in the community. However, all I see are brown staggered and bare branches and sick faces.

At this time, I was surprised to find that the elegant and clean silver needle still showed its charm alone. One morning, the weather was extremely cold, and the chrysanthemum needles became very eye-catching, standing gracefully, just like sage like type and graceful. I thought to myself: In such a cold day, even a person as big as me can't resist the attack of the cold wind, and this A Man Called Autumn Flower can still stand such cold. I understand that chrysanthemums can be accompanied by cold, and this beauty is amazing. This beauty belongs only to it. Like a "cold beauty" in a flower. Its petals are very long, white and thin, with dense growth, thick stems, beautiful flowers and green leaves, pure and refined. Dew is still left on the petals of chrysanthemum in the morning, which is relatively simple. Dewdrops roll on the petals, like jewels and diamonds, icing on the cake. The chrysanthemums in the moonlight are more holy, surrounded by darkness, and only white petals look at the bright moon from afar, which makes farmers fascinated.

Although the petals of chrysanthemum are not very big, there are many, which gives people a sense of unity. So many petals tightly embrace together, * * * to resist the cold of autumn. It is precisely because of this spirit that they can persevere, not afraid of the cold of autumn wind, and never retreat in the face of difficulties. I also admire chrysanthemum's perseverance. In the cold wind, it still stands, not intimidated by the storm.

Perhaps it was autumn, when the branches were yellow, paving the way for chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums trembled slightly in the cold wind, which shocked the whole sky and me at the same time.