Beautiful sentences describing wild chrysanthemums

The wild chrysanthemums on both sides of the mountain road are still in full bloom. Although the flowers are small, one after another, they are colorful from a distance. I took a branch and put it under my nose to smell it carefully. The rich fragrance exudes a touch of bitterness.

In the cold wind, those small wild chrysanthemums hid in the thatch, secretly accumulating strength and shooting green shoots. For half a year, it has been regarded as the seed of Artemisia annua, and it has been cut like leek by people who beat pig grass. Now they can finally save their strength and prepare for the glorious moment; They don't keep up with the trend of spring, just want to have a different time after the prosperity. Everything around me withered, the leaves fell, the thatch turned yellow, and even the grasshoppers stopped jumping after autumn, and everything fell silently. This kind of scene always makes people feel a little sad, and the once prosperous moment is gone forever, making people feel like a dream. . . You have to be a little refined and arrogant, right? Small wild chrysanthemum thought.

More than one Chrysanthemum morifolium thinks so. Those in the thorns in the forest, on the ridge and by the stream all seem to hear the assembly number and suddenly bloom on a sunny day! These lives that want to be in full bloom, don't feel inferior to their own smallness, don't care about the gentle cold wind, and in this dead silence, they have opened a large dazzling golden yellow! All I can see is the clusters of golden temptations, which shocked your heart and refreshed your spirit. The air is filled with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, with obvious bitterness, which makes me feel refreshed and makes people want to hold a bunch in their hands. Generally, delicate flowers are most afraid of picking thieves, but Chrysanthemum morifolium doesn't care. You pick, as long as you like, you pick, weave me into a wreath, you pick, dry and I make chrysanthemum tea. . . Yes, if you pick a bunch, there will be more "little sun with a face" Mimi smiling and opening in the wind. Their slender bodies are only a foot or two from the ground, but they have infinite vitality. During their time, they always looked so alive, as if they had never withered. Actually, they are not, but they always open faster than they fade. In this way, they will bloom in almost the whole autumn and winter, until the last flower opens, even in the cold snow, and then enter the next dormant period. Every time I go back to my hometown by car in autumn and winter, the first thing I see is to touch gold. When I look at the familiar colors, I feel I'm home. Every time I think of familiar flowers, my heart will be warm, and suddenly I think of that song: wild chrysanthemum, wild chrysanthemum, where is your home? My home is at the end of the day. . .

I've always liked wild chrysanthemums. In the spring season, wild chrysanthemums quietly drill out their small heads, as if afraid of waking other small creatures, absorbing the moisture of spring rain, enjoying the enthusiasm of summer sunshine and competing to open under the touch of autumn frost. Clusters of flowers dot the country road. In the spring when flowers are in full bloom, there is too much excitement, and summer is full of the noise of green leaves and frogs.

Wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom in this silent season, accompanying people and gazing at the joy of rice harvest.

In the bud stage of wild chrysanthemum, pick it, dry it in the sun, and then sew a small pillow for the baby. After the baby sleeps, his eyes are clear, his brain is clear, and there is the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum in his bun.

I followed the scent and my eyes suddenly lit up. In the hay on the hillside, there are blossoming wild chrysanthemums, which are clusters of yellow wild chrysanthemums, just like blooming sunflowers, shining golden luster in the drizzle. I looked up along the hillside, and there were wild chrysanthemums on the cliff, in the crevices and beside the roots. Some are gold, some are white, and some are lavender. Their flowers are not big, petals of finely broken flowers, dotted with flowers, swaying in the cold wind and drizzle, slightly confused. What a pure and simple flower! They are neither as enchanting and gorgeous as the chrysanthemums in the city, nor as rich and gorgeous as the chrysanthemums in the city, nor as artificially grafted and pruned as the chrysanthemums in the city. They are wild chrysanthemums, unknown, blooming and falling, entertaining themselves, giving late autumn a kind of vitality and life a kind of strength.

Chrysanthemum indicum, as its name implies, grows in the wild. It is not cared for like a flowerpot, but thrives on its own. Sometimes, like a child without parents, he belongs to the withdrawn type. But it is still gorgeous. You can smell its fragrance from a distance.

There are many kinds of wild chrysanthemums, yellow and white, and some white chrysanthemums can be found on the hillside. In Shan Ye, they are sparse and dotted with green. Take a closer look at those white chrysanthemums. They are beautiful, colorful, bright and lovely, with a white flower and a yellow heart, which are perfectly matched. The flower is soft and soft, like a shy girl, not too naked and not too bold. Occasionally, I saw a naughty ladybug, staring at the flower like an affectionate boy, with her eyes still. He was fascinated.

Suddenly, I looked up. This is the world of wild chrysanthemums, and Huang Juhua is competing to open here. It is enchanting and charming, boldly showing its own beauty. Dense Huang Juhua gathered together, everywhere is yellow, amazing.

There is a white chrysanthemum on the hillside, which may be based on flowers. It looks like a fairy in white, dressed in plain clothes and elegant. Her dignified face is smooth and round, as if smiling politely at the tourists. It gives people a kind of cordial and comfortable feeling, and people can't help looking back.

There are many kinds of wild chrysanthemums, ranging from a big flower to a small flower. Red chrysanthemums over there are even rarer among flowers. A red flower and a yellow nucleus fascinated me, and I stood there motionless. A butterfly floated in, hooked its soul, lingered and refused to leave for a while.

It was another autumn wind, and Lin Qiu was fascinated. On the weekend afternoon, I took my daughter to play in the wild. Along the way, my daughter jumped around happily, running before and after, watching the beautiful scenery, picking wild flowers and fruits, and sometimes rolling on the yellow grass. In this season, when the upper forest of Guangwu Mountain is completely dyed, the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu, and the horizon is as drunk as red. The setting sun sets off the gathering twilight, and the evening breeze is cool. Maybe those interested tourists are using their cameras to leave the hazy autumn behind. And wherever we went, it was just an ordinary' mountain forest', without intoxicating red leaves and clear water, only golden wild chrysanthemums, which bloomed faintly and silently on quiet hillsides and fields, or hung on steep rocks, or exposed themselves from thorns, or were born in Tanobei, where flowers blossomed and flowers fell, and clusters of yellow flowers were so dazzling against the white fog, but never. And the wonderful poem "West wind crossed the garden last night, blowing yellow flowers everywhere with gold" is exactly Wang Anshi's praise for chrysanthemums in the garden. The charm of wild chrysanthemums standing among the fallen leaves is different from this majestic pavilion.

Think of the wild wild chrysanthemum in my hometown ... and the season when the wild chrysanthemum in my hometown is yellow again! There are wild chrysanthemums in my hometown every year. He is very calm. He is very strong. He is full of love for others. He has neither the elegance of peony nor the beauty and dignity of lotus, but I will praise him silently. I love the wild chrysanthemums in my hometown! Hometown wild chrysanthemum, calm as water. He doesn't make public ... yeah! People living in this world are busy with their own lives. In fact, we should learn from the wild chrysanthemums in our hometown and be strong in peace! A peaceful mind is a wealth of wisdom. The accumulation of this kind of wealth is long-term, a mature embodiment of long-term struggle and transcendence against the hardships of life, and a calm and patient self-control of "the landslide is in the front and the color remains the same". Having a peaceful mind means rich and mature experience and unusual understanding of the laws and operations of thought.

Wild chrysanthemums are holding high Zhang Jingying's smiling face, like a group of naughty children, and like the enthusiastic master of this mountain. They crowded on a branch, and when they couldn't squeeze any more, they ran to another branch. The mountain wind is strong and cool, but they pitch freely, as if they heard a happy thing. The rich fragrance of flowers attracted a group of busy bees and a few flying butterflies, adding a noise to the quiet valley.

Speaking of wild chrysanthemums, I believe everyone knows. Maybe they will be like them in my mind now. Small in size, but growing everywhere. Although the roots and branches are thin, the leaves and flowers grow closely together. Golden flowers are closely arranged in clusters. Soft branches grow in different directions with graceful posture and leaves. Looking at the golden sea of flowers, I mistakenly thought it was spring again.

Look, the wild chrysanthemums on the hillside are blooming in the wind. Those flowers grow very firmly, not because a wind blows all over the sky, but like a "little girl" swaying in the breeze. They are wearing green skirts and yellow scarves, with beautiful faces like sunflowers, laughing so brightly and having so much fun. Driven by the wind, naughty "aunts, mothers and children" play together.

You see, the wild chrysanthemums on the ridge are lying in the soil and basking in the sun. They are lazy and squint at the sun. This is a group of "girls" who can love each other. They greet everyone who passes by, and every girl who passes by will smile at them and say a compliment to them with a smile: Flowers, you are so beautiful!

"Give it a sun and a lamp, and it will be brilliant." Chrysanthemum indicum belongs to this tenacious and optimistic plant. Although for other precious flowers, it only has an ordinary appearance and no gorgeous uniform, but it is permeated with an ordinary and extraordinary side. Although its "face" is not big enough, its beauty is also exquisite; Although there is no beautiful flowerpot decoration, the earth has given it unlimited room to grow, and there will be no obstacles to stop it from growing. Its space is wider and more unique than those flowers packed in flowerpots.