A composition describing plum blossoms

You stand tall and straight on the cliff, staring at the snow under the roots, and paying attention to the thousands of lonely stratus clouds piled up outside the cliff. In the eyes of hermits, you are a noble and aloof scholar in the mountains; In the poet's pen, you are a fairy who is as warm as jade on earth. Your fragrance washes the soul polluted by the rolling red dust, and your figure shows the charm cultivated by a modest gentleman. ? Covered by his ice and snow? Is it your integrity? Has a fairy ever drunk a rainbow? It is your face. You are a touch of beauty, you are a fairy flower in the world.

Collect your indifference and arrogance, how many grinds and hardships penetrate inch by inch, and through the destruction of snow and cold wind, it will always show white fragrance. Miaoyu collects an altar of snow on your flowers through the window of literature, and the snow is fragrant because of you; Baoyu climbed a red plum in front of the tree in front of your door, and the branch was clean because of you; Baoqin sings a good poem in front of your branch. This poem is wonderful because of you. Numerous storms are swaying, but you are firmly blooming on the cliff, building your noble temperament and full connotation at the critical point of life and death.

When the spring breeze warms your frozen body, when the spring rain moistens your hard bones, you drop peanut leaves, stretch the branches broken by snow and embrace the new spring. When the flowers bloom, she laughs among the flowers? Speaking of your bones. You stand alone on the high cliff, savoring petals, leaf buds, skylight, wind trails and raindrops, and savoring the pure and beautiful world.

Adversity is inseparable, and the barren land seeks fragrance and flowers. You become elegant not because you are beautiful, but because you don't give up.

How many people look up at your charm under the cliff, and how many people describe your nobility in the room.

The scholar said:? You are a hero who never gives in to the wind and snow, bringing a little cleanliness to the dirty world. ?

The soldier said, you are a soldier who does not bow to fate, bringing a faint scent to a world of colors. ?

With the arrival of winter, everything sleeps, only plum blossoms stand upright in the wind and snowflakes are in full bloom. This gives me a feeling of admiration for plum blossoms.

On the occasion of plum blossom festival, my father and I went to Meihua Mountain to enjoy plum blossoms.

It was a sunny day. Grandfather Sun looked at happy people and sprinkled sunshine on every corner. My father and I came to Meihua Mountain.

Walking into Meihua Mountain, looking around, plum blossoms are as red as fire, as pink as chardonnay and as white as snow? Colorful, colorful. Look at the shape again, some are like colored balls, some are like crystals, and some are like candied haws? Different shapes and sizes.

A gust of wind blew, and flowers danced on the sea like waves, layer after layer; Like a hospitable host, he greeted the guests with a smile.

Looking closely, some of these plum blossoms spread two or three petals, like a shy little girl, unwilling to smile; Some petals are all spread out, revealing slender stamens; Have a plenty of showy, looking full, will soon burst. It's really a plum blossom world.

There is a kind of plum blossom with five petals, which are like blood, one on top of the other. The stars hold golden stamens like the moon, emitting a faint and attractive fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. A gust of wind blew, and the fragrance drifted far away?

There is a plum blossom with only one layer of petals, and it seems that there is no room for thin and long pink stamens. It hung its head shyly. The crystal dew is like a lovely doll on the swing. If you are not careful, it will fall. There is a Bai Mei next to this plum blossom, as white as a cloud and as white as snow. With a light touch, the petals will fall like snowflakes.

Unconsciously, it's time. My father and I walked out of Meihua Mountain. On the way, I couldn't help thinking of Plum Blossom written by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi? There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. ? Didn't this poem clearly praise the noble quality and tenacious vitality of plum blossom?

I first met you when I was writing a plum blossom composition. I don't know what that is. It was in a sacred place, and my mother told me that you were a plum blossom. I have a feeling of admiration for you. In the cold winter, you are still so gorgeous. At that time, you really were: the snow in Mei Xu Xun was white, but the snow lost a piece of Mei Xiang.

Your petals are layered like silk, and your petals are soft and delicate to the touch. Like a shy girl afraid to open her heart. You are small and hard to find, but you are still the most eye-catching flower.

You are bright red and white. You smell good. Your fragrance is the warmth and strength of a mother. Your flowers are not thick. There are only a few flowers on the branch, but they are still so beautiful. You seem a little lonely, without leaves, because you are on a branch and the leaves are far away from you?

Your bright red petals are like a fire in a winter night. Your snow-white petals are the banner of peace and health. Although there is no pattern on the flag, it symbolizes peace.

You save energy in spring, summer and autumn, and spare no effort to bloom your most gorgeous beauty in winter!

When I first met you, I thought you were a strong woman. Dare to resist the north wind in winter and release your best fragrance.

There have been two heavy snows in Chengdu this year. Your body is covered with snow, and you can't even tell whether you are bright red or white. But when the north wind blows, you shake the branches so hard that snowflakes fall off the branches one by one, as if they fell on you. Is this scene made by God alone for you? Small? It's snowing.

If peony is the king of flowers, carnation is the flower of mother, lily is pure, and rose is the angel of love, then you are a strong warrior!

You are not afraid of the difficulties in the snowstorm, but you are strong enough to face the baptism and test of the storm. You are always so strong and brave. You are the messenger of winter.

A composition praising plum blossoms? The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. ? Everyone will feel very cold in winter and will not go out. Plum blossom, a thoughtless plant, blooms in winter, and its snow-white petals stand proudly in the cold wind, showing a different posture from any flower. There are many heroes of the Chinese nation, who have experienced ups and downs, never flinched and are fearless! It is also the first one to become the national flower of China step by step and become the three friends in the cold year! Too much glory! At the same time, plum blossom also paid a price, and I don't know how many difficulties it has experienced. In life, some people's will is not so strong, because some people could have overcome the immediate difficulties, but they did not face them positively, and some even took evasive measures.

I will never forget May's pride and spirit. It is because of May's pride and spirit that I am inspired and let me go forward, never back down.

Standing in the cold wind, the fragrance of plums wafted again, so light and elegant. In my mind, I once again saw the persistence and perseverance of Meihua!

In the corner of the composition about plum blossoms, there is a red plum leaning against the window. Behind the window, there was an orange shadow, and the skirt swayed the wall.

Before. In the cold wind, the plum fragrance is elegant and the flower shadow is slender.

Seeing the blooming plum blossoms, I have many ideas. Hongmei? Tangjiabao also has one. When she was a child, she shuttled among the flowers and the petals fell in her hair. It's beautiful. Next to her is a kind grandfather who is smiling at her. When they have had enough fun, they go back to their rooms and leave a fragrant wind around the wall?

Time flies, grandpa has long since disappeared. In winter, she stared at the red plum and remembered the happy scene before? But she can't catch up with the past time, just vaguely disappointed in her heart.

I don't know whether it was out of necessity or by accident, she was kicked out of the house when she was 18 years old. It was also that year that she met four people and started an extraordinary journey. But there is hatred in her heart, and when she thinks of that broken home, she will think of that resentment. That time, she looked at the deep red plum blossoms all over the mountains and tried to burn them all, although she couldn't.

After nine days, she thought she could play happily here, but she knew she was not an ordinary person. And Yao Xi, who told her this story, has the same appearance and mood as her. Only one is because of missing and the other is because of sadness?

When she came to the casting sword hall, she stayed under the choice of fate and witnessed the departure of another partner? She looked at Solanum nigrum with a sword in her hand, and when she leaned back, tears came to her eyes. Afterwards, she looked at the plum blossom and felt bitter and helpless, letting the petals fall sadly?