Those flowers 1
Are they all old?
Where are they?
We are like this,
Each of us goes to the end of the world. Inscription
20xx, midsummer.
My dear flowers are blooming quietly for me in the corners of my life.
We must be happy.
I still remember that that summer, we were sitting downstairs in the teaching building, wearing headphones and listening to the song repeatedly. The melody echoed throughout the summer
You and I sat on the ground, and suddenly time stopped. To this day, I still remember you, me, and the sunshine of that year, like a bright and bright smile that warmed my heart.
Do you still remember "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrive"? You said that you like Lu Zhiang, and he spent his whole life's freedom in exchange for Fu Xiaosi's happiness. When you said this, you raised your head and looked at the sky with a look of longing. I remember one time when I failed in an exam, you hugged me and burst into tears. You said please stop crying. You said it would be fine. You said you felt more uncomfortable than me. In fact, I am the one who wants to be Lu Zhiang. I want to be Lu Zhiang and spend my whole life protecting my beloved Fu Xiaosi.
On the way to separate from you that day, my tears stained a large area of ??my clothes. The scene from that year has always appeared in my mind. You pulled me and ran lightly, letting the wind blow your hair, smiling happily and carefree. Do you know? What appeared on your face at that time was the purest color I have ever seen.
Where are you now? How are you now?
In the end, we are still like those flowers, blown away by the wind and scattered to the end of the world. Those Flowers 2
An Ning'er was later added to our class. Art candidate, very short hair, soft and smooth expression. During each self-study class, she stood up like a show off, walked out of the classroom gracefully, and went to the studio in another building.
It’s not because boring sketches are more interesting than books, but because of the boy outside the classroom. He actually stood there every day going his own way, quietly waiting for An Ning'er to come out.
None of us are jealous of An Ning'er. It's not because that boy is not good. He is a master of painting, the lead singer of the school band, and his handsome and melancholy temperament attracts the attention of girls. At that time, we believed that An Ning'er allowed him to wait for her every day, which was also the reason why others were not jealous of her: a girl with congenital heart disease, her puppy love was as fragile as her heart.
The teachers turned a blind eye. There was only one time when it was a school assembly and temporary construction work on the playground was carried out at the school gate. There was a large enough green space there, and the principal was standing on the steps. An Ning'er and the boy, hand in hand, suddenly appeared in our sight. From then on, the head teacher used his trump card and tried his best to stop them. But, that boy The boys still stood in the corridor every day, waiting for An Ning'er to come out, and they walked out side by side. It's as shocking as the scenes in the TV series. Those Flowers 3
The six years of primary school are like a six-level thinking game, long but extremely short. When you take the trouble to play one level after another, you will feel that elementary school is interesting, and you will harvest a six-petaled flower.
In elementary school, sometimes we would complain that it was too short, so that we took the flower and left before we could say goodbye. Sometimes we complained that it was too long, making us play the game for six long levels.
But now that I am laughing heartlessly, can I throw away the six-petaled flower and start over? Maybe we will be confused at the graduation ceremony.
When we were in the first grade, we were innocent and cute. We stepped into this campus and got a petal in the laughter; in the third grade, we were no longer restrained and laughed and played together; but now In the sixth grade, after we accepted the photo of the bright smile and the flower blooming in our hearts, we left separately. What else can we do? We can only be sad and sigh. But there is that flower, a six-petaled flower, burning hotly in my heart.
Since God has given us a beginning, he will also give us an end. The initial complaint is nothing, it can only be exchanged for a flower.
Those six years can only pass by. What we cherish is not those interesting times, but the friendship.
But time cannot stop, but we will still bloom the six-petaled flower...
When the moon rises from the silent sky, we may have left this six-petaled flower forever. A petaled flower can only stay for a long time in the place where it blooms... Those flowers 4
The flowers are in bloom, and the flowers are blooming all over the place. It is always pleasing to the eyes and happy to see them.
I like flowers, colorful flowers with different fragrances. Because of the beauty, because of the fragrance, because it makes people feel relaxed, and because it makes this monotonous and simple world more gorgeous and beautiful.
You see, that big red rose is always the first choice among lovers. Because it is warm, because it is beautiful, because it makes love more vivid. Roses have thorns, but they do not diminish their fragrance. "Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands."
Spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, summer lotuses and winter plums, each season has its own unique flowers, which match the climate and show its unique charm.
In spring, everything revives and the earth warms up. All kinds of flowers are blooming, different types, different fragrances, but the same beautiful fragrance. The most representative of these is the orchid. A gentleman is as noble as an orchid, so the orchid is the most appropriate way to describe a person’s integrity.
In summer, the lotus flowers bloom in the pond. "Do you still remember the Xia Yuhe on the Daming Lake?" Daming Lake is probably the first place to go when going to Jinan. Because of the plot, it adds a touch of flavor.
In autumn, all kinds of chrysanthemums are still in full bloom. Drying them in the sun and making tea can also clear away heat and relieve internal heat, which is really good.
In winter, plum blossoms still stand proudly. "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone." Only by enduring hardships that others cannot bear can we win praises that others cannot bear. Plum blossoms are like this, and so are people. Those Flowers 5
That laughter reminds me of my flowers, quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life...——Inscription
The past is passing by in a hurry, and a piece of bright purple and red in the bush unexpectedly makes me, lying on the grass, suddenly return to that late autumn as if I woke up from a dream...
Just like I used to lie by the window, holding a handful in my hand Taste the white and purple wild flowers carefully, the chirping of cicadas rises and falls, it is already evening, the meal is cold, I insist on waiting for her to arrive, the sky is filled with deep red, the fisherman's bamboo flute at the edge of the village plays into the reeds, some It's messy, but also a little quiet...
The moonlight is misty, and a burst of white mist is diffused, which is cool to the heart, as if it will break if you fish it out, I feel sorry for myself, under the mulberry tree surrounded by colorful flowers, She sat on a low branch, wearing a long white flowing skirt and purple braids. She closed her eyes and let the wind blow by her face. I held the handful of flowers, held my head high, and handed them to her. It wasn't obvious, but I could see a knowing smile in her eyes. She couldn't wait any longer. Even when I asked her to come down and play with me, she didn't refuse. She jumped down from the low tree quickly, her white dress forming a strand. The green smoke that cannot be wiped off is covered in front of me, and a purple-white flower is decorated with it. It is so quiet and elegant. She always has such a playful way. She can make me laugh and tickle me until I feel sleepy, until my laughter becomes weak. At that moment, she reluctantly said goodbye, patted me, and trotted away, scattering purple and white flowers on the road. When combined with her white dress, it was really a purple and white flower blooming in my heart... < /p>
Thinking from memories, although they are memories, I can still remember those things and those people... Those flowers 6
After settling in the new home, my mother did it on the roof A "garden". They are all blooming now and are very beautiful!
As soon as I went upstairs, I smelled a charming fragrance. This is osmanthus. Although osmanthus is not as beautiful and fragrant as roses, it has different characteristics from roses. It is very small, so small that it can only hide behind the green leaves. Even when hiding behind leaves, it remained silent. It can be made into sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sweet-scented osmanthus candy. Even so, the sweet-scented osmanthus still works hard and allows people to pick it ruthlessly. This is the sweet-scented osmanthus, the sweet-scented osmanthus with selfless dedication and hard work.
Those clusters of chrysanthemums bloomed, purifying the air for everyone, leaving the good side to people, and making selfless contributions. Chrysanthemum and sweet-scented osmanthus are the same, both have a spirit of selfless dedication, which is worth learning. They are very friendly, and there are dozens of brothers in one flower, one next to the other. Chrysanthemum can also be used to make medicine, which can make people feel refreshed and refreshed.
Next is the flower of care given by my mother. She has been very good to me since I was a child and comforts me whenever I feel wronged. Every time I get hurt, my mother handles it.
I still remember that one stormy night, I caught a cold, my father was on a business trip, and you were the only one at home, so you took me to the hospital on a battery car without hesitation. Thank you, mom, for the love you gave me.
The flowers in the garden make my life fragrant. My mother's love makes my heart full of flowers of warmth all year round. Those Flowers 7
When we sit in the spacious and bright classroom.
When we listen carefully to the teacher’s teachings in class.
When we study in a quiet classroom.
Have we thought of the children and their families who are suffering because of the earthquake?
Have we thought of those children who cannot afford to go to school?
When we enjoy a luxurious material life.
When we enjoy everything our parents try their best to give.
When we enjoy things that we should have earned ourselves.
Do we think of those children who are still struggling to survive?
When we behave like a virgin in front of our parents. When you are cheating.
When we nestle in the warm embrace of our fathers.
When we complain that life is unsatisfactory.
Have we thought of those young but independent children?
When we compare ourselves to others in having everything we have.
When we...
When we...
Have we thought of the children of...?
Friends, please give a little bit of your love to help those children who cannot afford to go to school.
Friends, please give a little bit of your love to help those children living in dire straits.
Friends, please give a little bit of your love to help those children who cannot even provide food and clothing.
Friends, please give a little bit of your love to help those...
If your heart is touched and moved by a certain sentiment... Those Flowers 8
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There are many flowers blooming in my heart, but the one I will never forget is the flower of applause.
When I was in the third grade, I went to school in my hometown. "Three Good Students" was the title that everyone wanted and the honor that everyone wanted. But only a few can get it. Of course, I also want to be one of them to be called a "three good students". In the first grade, there were many students who were better than me, so I certainly had no hope. There was no hope for me in the second grade because I once violated the school rules and there was nothing I could do about it. In the third grade, I basically don’t talk empty talk in class, so I should be selected, right? I'm afraid there is only a 20% chance of winning.
Time flies, and I’m almost finished reading the third grade. It's time to hand out certificates again, and each of us is extremely nervous. "The certificates will be handed out soon. Can I get a higher honor?" I thought to myself.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the teacher came, holding a certificate in his hand. We were very excited, because this time probably the whole class had certificates. The teacher handed out the certificates one by one and left mementos, but my name was not read yet. Suddenly, when the teacher was handing out "Three Good Students", he called my name. I went on stage embarrassedly. The teacher and classmates all applauded. I was extremely excited at the time.
This round of applause makes my heart full of flowers, which will bloom forever... Those flowers 9
It’s another summer vacation, and it’s the suffocating heat. Time flies so fast. While repeating the same life at home and at school, 13 spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed before I knew it.
That laughter reminds me of my flowers, quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life. . .
The singing is in my ears. Suddenly I started to remember, and those memories were like being blown by the wind. There are no traces of seriousness. Maybe I really live a useless life. In my mind, there are only some Y=KX+B and V=T/S that the teacher repeats all day long without getting bored. I missed those flowers, but I forgot what they looked like.
I once thought that I would stay by his side forever, but today we left separately in the vast sea of ??people.
I am in the fifth grade of elementary school and have been away from me for two years.
I always feel that we in fifth grade are really innocent, and those flowers are the most brilliant. However, time and classes made us start to become strangers. When we met by chance, we wanted to say hello, but we didn’t know what was stopping us. So, the two of us passed each other like strangers.
They are all old, right? Where are they? We just went to the end of the world.
They have all changed, those flowers have become different, time has passed, and the innocence has gradually been deleted. It is rare to see people wearing children's clothes that are often worn in fifth grade. They start to wear fancy clothes that are banned by the school. They start to be obsessed with celebrities and start to accept love. If someone wears children's clothing, it will definitely be a unique sight on the playground. Xiong Baotianxia's words came to his ears one after another. They have all changed and no longer have the innocence they had before. Those Flowers 10
Listening to this song again today, I suddenly understood the emotion in the words.
A few months ago, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandma who was bedridden. She was not my real grandma. I had stayed at this grandma’s house when I was a child, and I always called her grandma in my memory. A theater troupe happened to be invited to the village, so we made an appointment to go watch the theater. In fact, there was nothing originally. I had seen the play and the stage was in its original appearance. The renovated temple gave people a solemn feeling. A farewell was being played on the stage. At this moment, son Yingtai and brother Liang were still calling each other brothers. One was a vague sentiment, the other was a pure friendship.
I was suddenly surprised when someone called me by my nickname, and I realized that my childhood playmate was sitting behind me. She still remembers my nickname. No one has called me by my nickname in the past ten years. We chatted for a few words and talked about our respective situations. We wanted to leave her QQ number, but we never asked, and neither did I, nor did I. I felt tired, so I said hello and left early, and she nodded politely.
Those people haven’t gone anywhere yet, and those flowers are still blooming, but why have they changed? Maybe, I still don’t understand the lyrics, but Sisi and I may never see each other again. Those Flowers 11
I am not good at growing flowers, but I love flowers very much. I think the flowers that bloom in summer are particularly brilliant.
In the summer when I was five or six years old, the sun was hotter than ever in my memory. I spent the whole day with my grandfather, picking wild mushrooms during the day, and listening to him tell a few old stories at night.
Grandpa loves flowers. In the flower bed on the balcony, there are some durable flowers and plants such as Echeveria and Orchid. There are also a few tuberoses or sunflowers planted in some exquisite flower pots. . I have never been involved in the world of flowers, so I am naturally curious about all this. I also explored ways to grow flowers. I inserted a green orchid in a paper cup. Unexpectedly, the plant had extraordinary adaptability, took root, and lived in this small world. Come down.
During the break, I held flowers, sang tuneless songs, and jumped on the cement steps in front of the door. Level one, level two... The midsummer sun actually loses its harshness at dusk, bringing with it a touch of gentleness.
Grandpa leaned on a wicker chair, together with his old man wrapped in tape, looking at the noisy swallows' nests on the eaves in the last ray of light on the horizon. Sometimes he would suddenly pull out a book called "Journey to the West" with yellowed pages from behind him, and test the four continents that I talked about countless times in the opening chapter.
This is the first time I met flowers.
People are destined to grow up, and they are destined to abandon some of the sleep talk that they were obsessed with in childhood. My childhood passed like that, but when I grew up, I still loved flowers, the lively sunflowers in summer, the sweet tuberose, and the rare night sky.
The old hobby of planting flowers in small paper cups has now come into full bloom. My flower-growing skills have improved a lot. In addition to the bright flowers I buy on the market, I have also carefully planted several pots of common flowers and plants. In my spare time, I would still go to the balcony during the short summer nights, play with the flowers and leaves, look at the clothes hanging on the line, and softly hum a few songs I listened to during the day.
One night, I walked towards the balcony again. The tuberose bloomed quietly, and its sweet scent sprinkled the balcony with the most natural perfume. A gray-brown lamp-flapping moth lay dormant on the edge of the flower pot, seemingly forgetting to fly towards the dim light in the house. I don’t blindly guess whether it is intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, but I am sure that I am charmed by the cool breeze of summer night and the faint fragrance, and I don’t want to leave.
I vaguely heard my grandfather reading something in the back room: "It is said that since the beginning of the world, the world has been divided into four continents. These four continents are Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniu Hezhou, and Nanzhan continent. Zhou, Beiju Luzhou. There is an Aolai country overseas in Dongsheng Shenzhou..." My thoughts gradually drifted into the fragrance of flowers with this voice, and I recalled my childish little figure in the open space in front of the door. Jumping up and down the steps, singing, and drowsily listening to my grandfather talk about the Monkey King in Huaguo Mountain to the Three Strikes of Bone Demons. When finally asked what he was talking about, he just hummed twice in confusion: "Sun Wukong..." and then went back to work. Go to the dream.
Not long ago, the teacher suddenly assigned me a calligraphy practice task. Although I complained a lot, I still found a copybook and started practicing my calligraphy in a disciplined manner. Suddenly, the tip of my pen stopped on a sentence, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." Summer flowers, this word is like a key, reminding me of that series of stories again. I suddenly missed my grandpa and suddenly realized what I had overlooked. The flowers in summer are always beautiful. In the sea of ??flowers, I also walked from the best childhood to the best youth. However, I seemed to have forgotten that there was an old man standing outside the flowers, quietly like the setting sun. Looking at my joy, endless nostalgia flashes in my eyes.
The best time of summer is July, and the balcony is filled with fragrance every year. But I just want to carry a few wisps of flower fragrance, lean on the armrest of my grandfather's wicker chair like I did in childhood, answer his countless strange questions, let the light of the setting sun shine through the flowers on the balcony, and wear a brilliant braided hat for me. Hat, and a gold-plated coat for grandpa.
‖Qinhuai Middle School, Qinyang City, Henan Province‖Instructor: Wang Jindi
Those flowers in life bloom in the memory of midsummer, with all kinds of interesting things from childhood, He also looked at me with a smile on his face.
Grandpa loves flowers, so the little "I" also likes to plant some flowers, put them in small paper cups, "hold the flowers and sing tuneless songs at the door. "Bouncing on the cement steps in front of me", flowers grow morning and night, sending their fragrance secretly, accompanied by grandpa's creaking old wicker chair, and accompanied by grandpa's "Journey to the West" that he read with a sweet voice... all of this , all became the background wall of the young author’s happy life in his childhood. Time goes by, and the flowers do not speak, but they will imprint the silent language in their minds. When the poem "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves" comes into view, the scenes of childhood change. Instantly revived in my heart, the mornings I shared with my grandfather, the dusk I spent with the flowers, and those days when I fell asleep with "Journey to the West" were like the smiling faces of the flowers, reflecting the sunset by the window when I was a child.
Summer flowers bloom not only in time, but also in the warm memories of family affection. They bloom with stamens full of love and never wither. Those Flowers 12
I used to have a Kugou Music software on my computer, and I listened to those few songs over and over again, one of which was Pu Shu’s Those Flowers.
Pu Shu’s singing voice is relatively soft.
When he sang, he emphasized my flowers over and over again. I knew that maybe they symbolized some beautiful things, maybe some beautiful girls, or his ex. As for my girlfriend, but no matter what, it was written into the song.
I still remember the song that was made popular by Angela Chang, called A Diao.
It is said that the original creation itself is Pu Shu. Many people say that he lost his life, but Angela Chang gave him his soul.
Perhaps we need to respect originality from the beginning, because only in this way will more people engage in originality, and more people will devote energy and time to originality. Only by encouraging originality It's positive energy.
But sometimes we cannot deny that some covers and changes are indeed better than the original ones.
But everyone’s aesthetics are different. Maybe everyone has their own favorite look and characteristics. Just like some people like Hua Chenyu’s songs, but some people always think he is a ghost. Howl, let each flower enter your own eyes.
It’s like there are some things that other people experience throughout their lives, while others cannot understand them throughout their lives. What does that mean?
Those Flowers 13
I am a person as timid as a mouse. My timidity makes me dare not raise my hand to speak, and makes me dare not speak loudly. It makes me...
But Once, a flower bloomed in my heart, a strong flower.
That was an unfortunate morning. My mother took me to school by bike, but the bike broke down just as I was riding out of the house. The rear wheel of the car was about to fall off. My mother hurriedly repaired the car and parked it under a bank. At this time, I could feel my mother's anxiety, as if there was a fire burning in her heart. Later, my mother took a taxi and I rushed to school.
As soon as I entered the school gate, I ran to the classroom door, panting and breathing heavily. He gently opened the door and whispered: "Report." Then he lowered his head and sat down in his seat. After putting his things in order, get out of class was over.
During the second period, the teacher said: "Zixin, you are late. Please come and read the self-study text to the whole class." When I heard that it was read to the whole class, I My heart was pounding, but I could only obey the order. I hesitated to take out the Chinese book. When I was hesitating whether to go up, my classmates burst into warm applause. Amidst the applause, I cautiously stepped onto the podium and started reading. At that time, there seemed to be a strong flower blooming in my heart. My voice is much louder than before, and I feel like I am no longer timid. After reading, the teacher smiled, and the students gave another round of warm applause.
Those flowers, that strong flower, will always bloom in my heart and will never fade. Those Flowers 14
When I was young, I had many naive assumptions. Simple, yet complex. For example, I often think about what adults say, whether melon seeds will really form if you eat them.
There are also some things about my dolls. I told my mother that if the dolls are alive, they will eat. As I said this, I scooped the rice with a spoon and ran to the dolls, "Be good, baby, eat." Then he put the rice spoon into his mouth. And smiled proudly.
I was once a child who looked like a doll. The adults put me on their knees and played with my hair. I stayed there without any complaints.
Ten years ago, I was not even close to my mother’s waist. Ten years later, my mother and I are on equal footing, feeling infinite sadness in a daze.
I said, when I grow up, you will be old too.
My mother laughs, but I know she doesn’t want to laugh. But she smiled anyway.
You won’t be able to wear designer clothes.
What should we do? she asked.
I bought that company. Make clothes specifically for you. I answered with peace of mind and was not at a loss.
She still smiles. Say, I remember.
For a moment, I still felt like a child. Because children just like promises. And it was said casually without any responsibility.
It’s like I once promised myself to go to the holy land in the Alps, but then I was willing to stay in the mortal world. It's like a flower that promises to bloom, but only lasts a short time and then disappears.
What can last forever? Park, wild flowers, three people, sunset, singing
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"There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone." Plum, represents Strong, in the wind and snow, still growing strong.
In the past, my performance in seated forward bending was very poor, but I could not practice it well no matter how hard I practiced it, because once I stretched out my hand, the pain was unbearable. But there was no way, because this sport has to meet the standards, so I had to practice, but I still stood still, so I wanted to give up. When I came to the window and admired the scenery outside, I saw the plum tree blooming tenaciously in the snow in front of the window. So, I was attracted by this scene. It is so conspicuous in the white snow. It uses its strong and unyielding spirit to show its vitality and beauty in the snow. So I opened the door and came downstairs. The aroma is so rich.
Therefore, it inspired me and I started to work hard to stretch myself. Although I also experienced a lot of pain, I still persevered and through daily stretching, my performance continued to improve. . I have made great progress in several tests given by the teacher.
The standard score for boys is 350px, and I finally reached it.
During this period, I thought of the plum blossom tree from time to time, which led me to the road to success. I also smelled the fragrance from time to time, plum blossoms. It was not beside me, but me. heart.