Describe the ending of Osmanthus fragrans

1. But when I felt a little lost, the faint cinnamon fragrance was like a naughty and cute little girl. When I wasn't paying attention, she ran over slowly, hugged me, kissed me, and made me feel happy. I am smiling, I can't help but be happy, and my heart is intoxicated...

Osmanthus, your charming fragrance intoxicates people; your lovely appearance makes thousands of tourists linger; you That shy temperament makes countless people fall in love with you unconsciously. I love you - Osmanthus!

2. But now that grandma has left, no one will accompany me to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Because whenever I make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I am always so excited that I rush down three thousand feet. I rush to collect and grind sweet-scented osmanthus, and help my grandma to make the delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Of all the days I spent with my grandma, my favorite time was in the fall. When I was little, I lived with my grandma. I love my sweet-scented osmanthus forest, and I deeply miss the delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

3. The spirit of osmanthus is more fragrant than its fragrance and is more worthy of our appreciation. As the saying goes: "Unity is strength." Although each sweet-scented osmanthus has only a little insignificant fragrance, if they are united, they will emit an extraordinary fragrance, because this fragrance is filled with their selfless quality. Time flies, and now it is the time when the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant again. I would like to thank the beautiful sweet-scented osmanthus and thank you for your selfless dedication. You are the messenger of autumn and the flower in my heart.

4. Recalling the softness and sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva. It seemed that the scene of my mother and me beating the sweet-scented osmanthus tree appeared in front of me again. Suddenly, my nose felt sour and I missed my mother. I said goodbye to my classmates and rushed back to my mother and said, "Mom, let's go and beat the sweet-scented osmanthus tree together. I miss you so much." Try the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made!”

5. I gently opened the page with the sweet-scented osmanthus, took it out, walked to the open window on the balcony, and watched the sweet-scented osmanthus blossom. The wind blows, and it slowly floats in the direction of grandma, to the next autumn... My tears burst out of my eyes like a spring. I muttered silently: Osmanthus is beautiful, sweet-scented, and fluttering. The words that I am most familiar with rang in my ears. This is my grandma’s favorite saying. The osmanthus is beautiful, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the osmanthus is floating. I think if the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still there, it’s time for it to wither.