There is a scene in my heart, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere - prose

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone must have been exposed to prose, right? Prose commonly uses narrative, explanation, lyricism, discussion, description and other expressions. Do you know how to write good prose? Below is the prose I compiled for you: "There is a Scenery in My Heart, and the Paths Are Full of Flowers". I hope it will be helpful to you. There is a scenery in the heart, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. Prose Chapter 1

Spring is in the heart and also on the branches. The fragrance of spring flowers can always bring people back to a gentle world.

The smile of the flower is the clarity in the eyes of spring, the lush vegetation is the rhythm of the recovery of all things, and the warm spring sun bathes the human soul.

That clarity and clarity make the soul become fuller and fuller as it walks, exuding fragrance.

The most beautiful thing in spring is to quiet the soul, sit in the sunshine in front of the window, have a cup of tea, relax and listen to the sound of flowers blooming.

Life is like a flower blooming and falling. There is no need to chase after it. Once in a while, let your heart be quiet, avoid the hustle and bustle of the world, watch the flowers bloom, and wait for the flowers to fall. The pure sound of the mountains and rivers in your heart is the most beautiful place for the soul.

The steps are full of green grass and the fragrance of apricot flowers. In spring, there is no need to search or wait. Just follow the direction of the sun and the fragrance will return with it.

Choose a warm spring day, put aside the hustle and bustle of the world, go to the street to blow the wind, smell the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds echoes in your ears, and the increasingly abundant new green in your eyes makes you feel relaxed and relaxed. The spring spirit drives away worries and plants a sense of tranquility and poetry among the green mountains and green waters of life.

The spring water is born, the spring forest is in full bloom, the spring mountains are affectionate, the water is smiling, looking at the mountains and rivers, it is already very beautiful without saying anything.

When you look at a flower affectionately, you can understand love; when you look at plants and trees, you will feel more simple in your heart; when you look at nature, you will feel more leisurely; and Looking at each other in spring brings a sense of warmth.

If your heart is bright and warm, you can plant flowers, trees, and sunshine in the sunshine, just to encounter beauty.

Everyone has half an acre of flower fields in their hearts. When the wind blows, a meter of sunshine will warm their hearts. With a bright mood, bring a touch of green to your mood and let your heart stretch under the blue sky and white clouds.

The poems that gently twist the years, hide the indifference in the heart, live up to the warmth and kindness in life, and the steps forward will become more and more open.

How much waiting does it take for flowers to bloom over time? From the first bloom to the colorful fall, it has gone through prosperity and loneliness.

Just like life, from youth to old age, what kind of exquisite mind must be cultivated to be able to be content with the status quo, be unfazed by favors and disgrace, and be safe in coming and going.

One flower and one world, one smile and one fate. Once upon a time, we lowered our eyebrows for a flower, stopped for a cloud, and talked about a flower.

Who will meet will be written as a green plum in the past, and whose waiting will coincide with the blooming of flowers. Many times, we understand the romance, but cannot escape the vicissitudes of life.

Under the eaves of time, be a flower-viewer, not in a hurry or slow, just smell the fragrance of the flowers and not talk about the joys and sorrows, and the days will become more fragrant as time goes by.

In a person's life, he has seen several beautiful places and passing a flower blooming is enough.

If life is a walking flower, the process of flower blooming is the process of awakening. From the new buds first blooming, to the buds, and then to the prosperity, life is full of flowers, and the flowers are red, just a few days.

Time waits for no one. When all the flowers bloom, spring will disappear. How can one not cherish it!

Pick a wisp of flower fragrance and place it deep in your heart. No matter how many flowers bloom, just smile and be at peace. As long as you have a scene in your heart, there will be flowers everywhere. Time will always treat everyone kindly. People who love it. There is a scene in my heart, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. Prose Chapter 2

There is some warmth that others cannot give. In the process of extravagant hope, it is better to give it to yourself, and then there will be no more thoughts.

There is a scene in my heart, and the path is full of flowers.

April, in my mind, is the most romantic scenery in spring.

Hundreds of grasses are turning green, hundreds of flowers are blooming, and the world is filled with the purest and most certain floral fragrance. I am filled with the mood of a season of flowers blooming, and I am also delighted by the indifferent feeling of flowers falling. "Flowers fade in autumn, but spring still blooms." When a person reaches a certain stage of life, he has tasted all kinds of tastes of life. When the beauty in his heart has accumulated over the years, he will have a calm mood. Only when you have a scene in your heart can the path be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

April, in such a romantic season, is born, spreads, grows, and changes its face continuously from time to time. In fact, a person also has multiple faces. In front of parents, he looks like he is working hard; in front of his friends, he looks crazy; in front of his lover, he pretends to be perfect; when he is alone, he looks fragile; and Only in a crowd of strangers does he return to his standard quiet demeanor.

April and people are not limited to these appearances, but there are many other appearances that cannot be seen, touched, thought about, and unexpected. If it is difficult to distinguish these appearances from the outside world, I agree. Because my heart has been shrouded in the rain of April for too long, and it seems to be separated by a fence, and I have never been able to enter the color and fragrance of April.

The scenery in April is clearly in front of you, but you can't see it, touch it, or think about it. This is clearly like "I am in the Cao camp and my heart is in the Han Dynasty." The equation of life is sometimes like window paper, it cannot be punctured or broken. Perhaps, the real and comfortable life has made me really lazy. I haven’t been in touch with the throbbing deep in my soul for a long time. My fingers typing on the keyboard seem a bit stiff, and my thinking seems to have become slow. I am not aware of the multiplicity of things and people. , it is difficult to decompose it for a while, and the vocabulary and language have become so pale.

With an empty heart, it is impossible to write words, let alone a better article.

There is no scenery in my heart, and it is difficult to unify thoughts and actions. Even if the path is filled with the fragrance of flowers, I am afraid they will just pass by in a hurry. One's own shortcomings cannot be covered up, otherwise they will always be shortcomings; one's own strengths cannot be exaggerated, once exaggerated, they will no longer be strengths.

A piece of stubborn rock can give life; a pinch of soil can bring life to life; a pool of stagnant water can make waves. A painting must be left blank to be a good painting; when printing a book, it must be left blank around the world to make it easy to read. When building a house, leaving some land for sunlight, air, and gardens can increase the quality of life. Life is just a one-way street, don't let our fate be full of regrets. Generally, when sculptors start to create characters, they always have a big nose and small eyes. Because a big nose can be made smaller and small eyes can be enlarged, this is the secret of sculpting. The framework of this text has been formed for a long time and has been delayed for a long time. On the one hand, it is influenced by the outside world, and on the other hand, it is because of the desire to change the overly rigid writing style. The important thing is to avoid misleading readers by relying on pictures.

When you see clearly that the scenery is everywhere in April, you understand the meaning of the paths full of flowers; when you hate the changes of a season without complaining, you understand the ultimate respect. In life, there are always things and people that you can't stand, and there are also people and things that you can't stand. A person's maturity is not because of how many years you have lived, how many roads you have traveled and how many failures you have experienced, but because you have learned to give up, learned tolerance, and learned not to fight.

The sun, moon, stars, flowers, grass, trees, clouds, rain, thunder and lightning are all speechless. When there is no need to prove the value of one's existence, "existence" has the most real meaning and presents the most beautiful state.

Some warmth cannot be given by others. In the process of extravagant hope, it is better to give it to yourself, and then there will be no more thoughts.

April is gradually coming to an end. Wandering in the sunshine of April, quietly watching the flowers bloom, and listening to the language of flowers, you will find that April, with its most beautiful posture, confirms the steadfastness in the bones, no matter the wind or rain, loneliness And lasting. The flowers live up to the season and bloom according to the season. The colorful appearance of the trees, the fragrance exuding in silence, the elegant and beautiful fragrance, does not need too many words to express, it is extremely beautiful.

What matters is that we are heading towards May. There is a scene in my heart, and the path is filled with the fragrance of flowers. Prose Chapter 3

On the journey of pursuing dreams, I set sail in obsession.

The lighthouse in the foggy sea emitted an alluring light. I sat at one end of the boat and paddled vigorously, and my heavy luggage was thrown at the other end of the boat. I watched the lights drifting far and near, not knowing whether they represented the hope of a dream or the glitz of a mirage. The distance is shrouded in night, full of unknowns and confusion.

What gives me strength? The urge to hesitate to speak or the storm of firm belief?

The oars stirred up ripples, and the ripples spread out in circles, and the curved arc was like a smile in the future. The sensitivity and fragility in my heart were slapped on my body, and I was covered in bruises but safe. I firmly believe that dreams will give me the strength to look up. The cold wind clears my mind, and my fatigue and sleepiness are blown away into the stars, disappearing.

My eyes wandered across the endless sea, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of the dazzling stars. The night sky was dotted with a few stars, and the stars filled the entire night sky and filled my field of vision. Dropping the oars, I bent down and climbed to the bow of the boat to see their outlines clearly. I tried my best to look far away, but only got a helpless sigh in the vast sea.

Will dreams that transcend the world shine as brightly as the stars? Will the lighthouse storing dreams be as hazy and blurry as mist? I don't know, I want to find it alone, but I am afraid that the answer will be cruel and ruthless.

Sitting slumped, like a puppet without strings. Looking back at the road ahead, it was calm and without waves, but there was a trace of sourness in my heart, and there was a layer of mist in my dull eyes. The bold words I promised before leaving again sounded in my ears, and I was speechless at the thought of giving up. After all, the remaining warm handle of the oar was a memory and dream that I couldn't let go of.

Then let’s continue, well, for the original dream. Maybe the answer is not important, I just want to bring a perfect ending to my trip.

The gray dust in the air opened a path for me, leading to the dreaming lighthouse. The dark clouds that suppressed my heart were relieved. I continued to swing the oar, but the destination was no longer a lighthouse, but a distant place.

The world is full of birdsong and flowers, but the road to dreaming is hard and bumpy. Sometimes I am longing for the future, and sometimes I am very disappointed. You sweat in order to explore the results, but in fact the results are just a milestone to witness the sweat, just a platform and a stopping point.

Now that you understand the process, what does it matter about the result?

After all, there is a scene in my heart and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. There is a scenery in my heart, and the flowers are everywhere. Prose Chapter 4

Walking on the road of growth, flowers are blooming everywhere, decorating the road of my growth. Just like the people around me, they have infected my life with their own floral fragrance. On my road to urban warfare, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. When I was young, the road had just begun, and the first flower around me was carnations - my mother. The only bouquet of carnations in my life has cared for me with her tenderness since I was a child. Unlike my father, the softness and warmth of maternal love bring me ease and comfort.

Every caress, every kiss, and even every caring look from my mother made me immersed in the deep maternal love. Although the strength and bravery my father taught me has served me throughout my life, when my heart is hurt and fragile, my mother, who is as gentle as a carnation, is the best way to soothe my soul. Growing up, I started to study. My classmates and I were like little golden osmanthus.

Yes, we are inconspicuous. But we are together, one flower, two flowers... we are together! We all have different personalities, different strengths and weaknesses, but together we are a complete team. We strive to release our own brilliance and exude our own fragrance, and our collective looks dazzling. Maybe we are ordinary, but we contribute our own strength to the collective. Our efforts are meticulous to every lyric during the chorus competition, every drop of sweat during the sports competition, and every stroke of writing during the exam. These successes belong to oneself and are also the light and glory of the entire collective. Fragrant and dazzling, our growth path is also dazzling because of friendship and collective. Then we grow up and enter the society. All kinds of people and things in society are blooming quietly around me.

Perhaps my growth and their communication were just a passing moment.

And they are like epiphyllum, they just flash in my life unintentionally. Maybe I accidentally bumped into a certain bloom, and it became an accidental touch, happiness, sadness or beauty in my growth. Or the tears of reluctance left when parting at the station, or the inadvertently considerate actions, or the sadness of losing a relative or friend, or the coincidental views on something. It is precisely because of these accidents and coincidences that my growth has become rich and colorful. Walking on the road of growth, looking back, there is the warmth that carnations bring to me; tasting, there is the brilliance that golden osmanthus brings to me; looking forward, there are epiphyllums that bring me the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of meeting by chance. Experience, collect, and the path is filled with the fragrance of flowers! There is a scenery in the heart, and the flowers are everywhere, Prose Chapter 5

Then, we grew up, ignorantly entered the flowering season of youth, and entered the stressful junior high school gate. At this time, we often start to get tired of studying, get tired of the same routine, and start to miss the past. Someone once said: "I stood suddenly on the Tropic of Tropic of South, South, North and North. I was at a loss and forgot where I should go." Yes, some growth is depressing, but growth is also necessary. Why not savor it carefully as you grow up? Growth is like a cup of coffee. The moment you take it into your mouth, bitterness fills your taste buds. If you discard that cup of coffee because of this, you never know what another flavor will appear in your life in the next second.

I believe that there will always be scenery that blooms for you inadvertently on the road of growth. I believe that after passing through the ups and downs, there will be victorious applause for you. I believe that the path of growth will always be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

On the road to growth, the path is full of flowers.

Spring is here.

Everywhere is filled with green spring. Winter has just passed, and the dead vines on the ground have not yet disappeared, and countless new shoots are already eagerly sprouting on the new branches. Because it is still early spring, the leaves have not grown up yet, and the dense young leaves are crowded together. At a glance, the eyes are full of green. I was jumping and running on the stone paths in the community, and a familiar smell attracted me. I squinted my eyes and followed the scent to find a jasmine flower with green leaves. The sunlight shined on the floating dust in the air, passed through, and finally shone on the budding jasmine flowers. I leaned down and touched the top of the bud with my nose, letting the familiar floral fragrance fill my entire sense of smell. Memories return to the past. There is a scene in my heart, and the path is filled with the fragrance of flowers. Prose Chapter 6

When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, it is the moment when the world becomes home. When the spring breeze blows ten miles, it is the moment to be named on the gold list. A journey through the green years is a time filled with love.

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The lingering fragrance of flowers floats lightly on the light water, and the subtle fragrance floats. In an instant, you are in the field and wheat house, talking about mulberry and hemp with wax wine.

Having a drink among the bustling crowd, although the traffic is noisy, there is no irritating sound in my heart, and the fatigue of filing papers. In this world, I am afraid that there will be no more bliss in this world; as long as I live, I will sing to my heart's content with my love for the mountains and rivers. Resigning from office and going into seclusion is actually an excellent move. To avoid worldly fame and fortune, you can avoid the worldly world. The Liuyi layman, the Dongpo layman, and the thatched cottage immortal, all of them are not indulging in the mountains and rivers to invite them to visit. Although time has no boundaries, our hearts converge in one place. Spanning thousands of years, across thousands of mountains and rivers, its traces are looming. The plum wife, the crane, has a fairy-like spirit. She gathers chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and is leisurely and contented. When she walks to a water-poor place, she sits and watches the clouds rise in a leisurely and elegant manner. She holds her stick and knocks on the door all the time with nostalgia. Find a place in Zhongnan Mountain and feel the pastoral joy.

The petals are gone, and silence lies in the book, and the fragrance fills the capital. Draw a few petals on the horse's hooves, and you will understand the fragrance of the flowers. Draw a few butterflies and it will feel like you are in a sea of ??flowers. With a few strokes, the spring breeze makes the horse's hooves break, and the flowers in Chang'an are ready to be seen in one day, which is breathtaking. The branches are full of moonlight at dusk, and the fragrance reaching the sky penetrates Chang'an. It really has the true national color of peonies, and its skin is like a creamy peach orchard March flower. The gentleman among the flowers is arrogant and graceful, and the graceful lady swims among the three seas and six places. Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums are in full bloom, with an elegant style. A graceful and graceful figure is just like being an incorruptible official; being straightforward in the middle and outward is just like doing things well; treating official fame, wealth and wealth, it is just like not admiring or despising one's fortune. The beauty of flowers is reflected in paintings, people and events.

How many flowers and leaves are there? Should you know whether green fertilizer is red or thin, and cherries and bananas are in red and green season. The leaves line the flowers, and the flowers line the leaves.

Flowers and leaves are spring. As the year flies into summer, the extremely beautiful star flowers are like flames burning the dreams in my chest. In the green years, dreams are no longer hesitant, loneliness has long gone away, and the distance is at your feet. I once traveled around Suzi's Red Cliff, once chanted "My Heart Is Happy to You", and once painted a branch of red apricot. Every poem is like a flower. Even if it withers, the fragrance of the flower never ceases. Even if the sea and rocks rot, it will not change. Even if the sea changes, its charm remains meaningful in my heart. The title on the gold list, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, sending my sorrow to the bright moon, a drop in the ocean, it is they who accompany me through the flowering season until the sunset.

The floral fragrance is not overwhelming and lingers around the nose lightly. The fragrance is elegant, just like a flower on the temples. It's like the world is prosperous and prosperous, like the whole world is drunk in the heart. Because of your company, I am as gorgeous as a flower in my cold youth. From now on, life is a long road, no longer lonely, no longer hesitant. The fragrance of flowers fills the path and stays with me throughout my life. There is a scene in my heart, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere Prose Chapter 7

I have written about other people’s stories and my own feelings countless times, but I have never thought about whether I can be moved; I have written about my feelings for my mother countless times. The scene when I said "I love you", but I hesitated several times and couldn't speak.

When I was still a swaddled baby, I opened my clear eyes and saw that there was only one sky in the whole world, and that was home. A mother's love is all the warmth. In the warmth of maternal love, I learned to crawl and roll on the ground to reach my destination. At that time, growing up was the joy of stumbling.

Later, I learned to walk hobblingly, and I became even more deeply dependent on my mother. I always held my mother’s fingers tightly with my small palms, one foot deep and one foot shallow. of accompanying. When you are tired, you will rest in your mother's arms and fall asleep to the sound of your mother telling you wonderful fairy tales. At that time, growing up is the happiness of childhood dreams.

As the gears of time rotate little by little, I gradually no longer rely on my mother, no longer attached to my mother’s arms, and unconsciously move away from my mother little by little. At this time, the growth path seems to Something was starting to feel missing. Later, I discovered that what was missing was the "flower fragrance" on the road to growth - the intimacy and warmth between mother and daughter.

March 8th is International Women’s Day, a festival for women around the world, and of course a festival for mothers. When I think of my mother’s selfless care for me, I want to give my mother a big birthday on Women’s Day. surprise. Early in the morning, everything was as orderly as every weekend. I get up as usual, wash up, eat, and go to class. I seemed to see a trace of disappointment in my mother's eyes, and I said secretly in my heart: Mom, when I get home at noon, I will definitely give you a big surprise.

I have been absent-minded throughout the morning class, always thinking about what blessings to write on my mother’s bouquet. ——Yes, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my mother on the way to school and almost spent all the pocket money I had saved for a long time. Finally, I wrote on the card: "Mom, you make the doorway of your home the most moving scenery, you sing the lullaby the most moving ballad, you make the home-cooked meals the most moving delicacies, you make the most beautiful scenery in your life. The purest love is given to me. Mom, on this holiday, I just want to tell you - you are the most moving scenery and the most beautiful song in my life. I wish you a happy holiday and happiness every day! >

Finally, when school was over, I couldn’t wait to rush home with carefully prepared gifts. When I got home, I slowed down, raised my legs, and settled down lightly, preparing to surprise my mother. Hearing the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen, I quietly walked over and saw my mother skillfully manipulating a rice shovel with one hand and supporting her waist with the other, busy with our lunch. Seeing my mother tired, my nose felt sore, so I hugged my mother from behind, which shocked her. "Mom, I wish you a happy holiday!" I sent the gift to my mother while she was still surprised. My mother was surprised and delighted. She looked at the bouquet of carnations with a smile and scolded: "It scared me to death. Don't spend any more money in the future." Then she took the bouquet and put it under her nose and took a deep breath. "It smells so good!" Mom said in admiration. At this time, the strong fragrance of flowers and food lingered around my mother and I, and we felt unprecedented happiness.

There is a scenery in my heart, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. Prose Chapter 8

Tonight, I invite you to an appointment with words. See you there or not, okay? If you smile, I will be relieved too!

If the words are tainted with the inner words of the ink fragrance, you are the wonderful pen in that ink painting, silent but gently touching the heartstrings! I’m so lucky to have a heart-to-heart conversation with you through words!

When we meet by chance, even if you remain silent, I will also understand your quiet feelings! We are all passers-by in the season. An encounter is already a relationship, no matter how shallow or deep it is! In the sea of ??thousands of people, you know that there is me in this world, and how lucky I am!

Since you have been here, I have heard your concern and am delighted! Words are a bridge. You and I may just pass by each other on the bridge, but when we pass by and smile indifferently, I will feel the warm breath. Maybe I will also give you a feeling of spring warmth and blooming flowers!

One article, one world, one word, one emotion! Words are a world rich in emotions, just like a woman who is in love with words and likes to dress up the lace of words with the feathers of dreams! Twisting lightly with your fingertips cannot produce Zen words, and the short words typed on the letter are just some small tidbits of happiness, not lengthy. Even if life is simple, it will bloom like a flower in the right temperature!

Don’t be ambivalent about being a beauty, you are my brothers and sisters I have never met! Your message fills my loneliness. It’s great that you are still here!

If one day, you are tired of wandering thoughts and do not write words when you are free, in addition to busy life, you should also remember to give each other a greeting! There was once a person outside your sight, in your heart, who tried to write the page of flowers in your eyes with some light words! It's not just words of lovesickness, but it's also filled with every trace of love!

Seeing flowers in the mist, you are the most beautiful one! You are not the only fragrance in my writing, but you are an unfinished love in this mortal world!

Wash away the lead, use my pure face to embellish the words, and embroider the thoughts of a water lily. Blooming lightly, the purple petals soften the past. Does that wisp of fragrance fragrant your memory?

I have always been a woman who likes nostalgia. Even if the space where I stopped is no longer traceable, I still can’t bear to delete the familiar names. In my memory, every tree and tree has flowers blooming! Are those acquaintances still quietly keeping a date with words somewhere? Are you okay? Think about it!

One night, I salvaged those poems that were accumulated in the years of youth. The poet said that the skirts of youth are all flying, but in the years after youth, those thoughts that are no longer public are also reflected in the words. It's soft!

If feelings become simple, words will also become light! A simple emotion is embroidered into the broken text fragments, and placed in the cup of memories, like a cup of tea, which lightens the appearance and sweetens the life!

Cut out the complex and simplify it, add a light purple rhyme to it, and inhabit other people’s words with my feelings. Then, stay away from those thin words! Fingertips pass through the time when a bouquet of flowers blooms, and the words are covered with poems before the flowers fall. The wind blows and floats into your eyes. Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable! Standing at the intersection where I meet you, flowers and flowers are flying and the path is filled with fragrance! There is a scenery in the heart, and the flowers are everywhere. Prose Chapter 9

On the road of growth, whether you have cried, laughed, been hurt, or been in pain, then you can be said to be complete. Each of us will encounter difficulties. At this time, there must be someone who will lend a helping hand. Do you remember?

She is my teacher, a teacher who devotes her whole heart and soul [Note: devotes all her energy without reservation at all. ], a selfless person.

If it weren’t for you, I would still have smooth sailing on the road [Note: The ship is sailing smoothly with full sail. The metaphor goes very smoothly without any hindrance. ]?

Without you, would I still be confused in this boundless sea of ??learning?

Recalling the six years of study and life, there is always a teacher who leads us forward.

When I was studying and suffering because of failure, you made me learn to be strong; when I was studying and feeling proud and complacent because of success [Note: Look down on others and be satisfied with your own achievements. ], it was you who made me learn to be practical; when I was studying, I was at a loss [Note: Measure: Placement. I don’t know where to put my hands and feet. Describes acting in a panic, or being unable to cope. ] And when I was anxious and upset, it was you who made me learn to calm down.

Thank you for being with you on the road of growth!

The gears of time are turning constantly, and in a blink of an eye, we have arrived in a new environment, sitting at a bright and clean window [Note: a small table. Describe the room as clean and bright. ] classroom, you can clearly smell the fragrance of books, surrounded by countless strangers, strangers to you. With curiosity, we are hungry and thirsty. ] to swim in the ocean of knowledge. At that time, growth was the joy of learning. I was also looking for the teacher who gave me guidance in my studies. The teacher was like a kindhearted person. Although sometimes she would be harsh on you, she was always right