Aesthetic sentences of bellflower

1. A beautiful poem about the genus Campanula

Beautiful poems about the genus Campanula. What is the flower language of the genus Campanula?

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1. Creativity. In memory of Archbishop Cantpari, an Italian saint in the 5th century, his artistic talent created many beautiful poems for people. So the flower language of this flower is creativity. The person blessed by this flower has excellent creativity, so he has an attractive artistic temperament, independent personality and doesn't like to rely on others.

2. Blessing from afar.

3. thanks. Just like this flower, you are a grateful person, and you will remember the kindness of others.

4. tender love.

Step 5 be alert

Origin of Flower Language: The genus Campanula appeared in Greek mythology and was loved by Apollo, the sun god. The jealous westerly wind threw the disc on the head of the wind chimes, and blood splashed on the ground, and the wind chimes blossomed. Therefore, its flower language is jealousy.

Anyone who is blessed by this flower has a strong desire for exclusivity and hopes that his lover will belong to him for 24 hours. However, this is likely to be counterproductive!

Proverbs are not perfect, including yourself.

2. Beautiful sentences about cornflower

After the rainstorm, all the flowers withered, but one little flower still stood proudly. It was cornflower.

If the tenacity of cornflower vitality is the result of survival of the fittest, why not let our taste buds have more tenacity? Moonlight is like water, a lamp is lit on a rainy night, flowers are swaying, and a cup of fragrant teas is in hand. In the priority of erhu and pipa, the wind blows willow and the rain beats banana; Long afterglow, listening to old records in the soft and sad sunset, enjoying a full table of food, and involving nostalgic thoughts in the sound of guitar. "Food is the most important thing for the people", which is the crystallization of thousands of years of human wisdom, just right, catering to the taste buds.

I never deny or hide my love for food. Noble and elegant Starbucks, exciting Sichuan cuisine or so-called "Jianghu snacks" on roadside stalls can always immerse me in endless happiness when I find a delicious food. When falling red, it exudes the sadness of the end of life and the yearning for a new life. For food, even a cup of light green tea can taste the dense realm of Zen.

Yes, food is not only a carbohydrate to fill the stomach, but also an emotional animal, which makes me unable to resist pushing down the traces of tenderness and freshness. Sometimes, eating a familiar food will bring back some memories in life, such as a warm reminder from my mother a few years ago, or a beautiful encounter ... Harbin has been "lurking" for almost two years, and naturally it can't finish eating all kinds of delicious food here.

I like the smell of sausages with a long history, and I often think that those wrinkles may have been formed by hand rubbing of fresh college graduates in an interview; I like Mattel Popsicle's sense of history, and I walk on Central Street in hot summer. Small popsicles bring not only cool moments, but also endless reverie. In addition to historical snacks, Harbin, as a capital city with European traditions, has countless restaurants of various colors.

Wandering among them, thoughts began to flood again. Even a little stain on the dining table makes people feel that it may be caused by the tea poured by lovers who turned against each other.

Sit in front of the French window, face the delicious food and meditate. Maybe someone wrote poems here, someone had love here, and someone stayed here all afternoon. The former left his seat in a hurry, leaving an umbrella, while the latter sipped the rim of the cup, but didn't know that the girl he secretly loved had also had a cup of coffee with the same cup.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? In my opinion, food not only fully satisfies the taste buds, but also carries various feelings. Aside from those so-called noble veils, I actually prefer all kinds of snacks in roadside stalls and small shops.

After the food stall in the evening, listening to everyone's excitement and jubilation, the loneliness in my heart inevitably dissipated a little. There are mala Tang, fragrant rice noodles, delicious fried chicken fillet ... find a simple shop around the corner. The proprietress wore a blue coat and sweated profusely in the face of the raging fire. When you stir up a wisp of delicious food while talking and laughing, and then you are in a daze, the feeling of joy is like looking back suddenly and the lights are dim.

In addition to delicious food, there are also classmates' friendship, friends' feelings and ambiguous eyes. Stories on the sides of these bowls can often add to the original flavor of food.

At this time, consciousness rose to the first place. Our mood is rising, and we begin to control our own tastes ... The world has changed a lot, but my heart is very calm. This is what Lao Dan said: "Quiet and subtle, keeping mysterious, embracing one"; Let the cornflower bloom in the taste buds, which is the liberation from mouth to spirit.

I really don't need any reason to fall in love with the city of lilacs and the delicious "lilacs".

3. Composition describing the appearance of Campanula

The composition describing the appearance of plum blossoms, "All fragrant flowers shake off their unique colors and occupy the amorous feelings in the small garden." This poem is a portrayal of beautifying their strong character. In that snowy season-severe winter, the cold wind blew mercilessly and heavy snow covered the branches. Flowers can't stand the cold wind and fade quietly, but plum blossoms come through the snow, proudly open against the cold wind and bloom on the steel-like trunk. Look, beautiful flowers are hanging on the branches, red, yellow and white. Against the background of snow, they are particularly simple, elegant and spotless. There are cold snowflakes on the petals, which makes the plum blossom more brave and calm. It seems that she is still smiling! In my eyes and heart, beautification is not only the beauty of appearance, but also the beauty of heart. Instead of competing with other flowers for spring, she chose to bloom in the cold wind. She is not afraid of the cold and difficulties, regardless of the harsh living environment, as if she is just fulfilling her mission, telling people that spring will come back and calling on those withered flowers to ignite hope. When spring comes, she hides quietly among the flowers. I like plum blossoms. When people encounter difficulties in life, they should try to overcome them and be a person who never gives up, like plum blossoms. One afternoon, the sun stayed at home and the snow brothers fell from the sky in droves. I had a good time in the park, and I smelled a plum blossom as soon as I entered the door. So I quickly ran to the plum blossom tree. Plum blossoms have blossomed a lot. Look! On the trunk, the branches are flourishing but not chaotic, and yellow plum blossoms are competing to open on the branches. They have different postures: some stand there alone; Some parting flowers are close, as if they haven't woken up yet; Some people crowded together as if to say, "Guys, it's too cold. Let's get together to keep warm! " " ; Some are showy, looking full, and they are about to burst; Some just spread two or three petals, as if butterflies were about to spread their wings and fly; Others laugh in full bloom like beautiful girls. I looked at them as if I had become a beautiful plum blossom, dressed in golden clothes, playing happily with my companions on the branches. Branches have become my "cradle". As long as the wind blows, they will flutter gently with the wind. At night, as long as the wind blows, the leaves will gently shake and give me a "rustling" sound. Sleep with me at 7a686964616fe59b9ee7ad9431337613162. Suddenly a cold wind woke me up from my dream, and I remembered that I was not a plum blossom, I was watching it. Plum blossom is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in his spirit of not being afraid of cold. It is really "the north wind is hunting and blowing people down, and flowers are dying." Who can tell the difference between cold plum and cold plum, and let honeysuckle shine alone? ".