This is a biography of beautiful flowers in the eyes of an innocent child. Every time I read it, I will smile-how wonderful! Those flowers are affectionate. They reached the highest level of beauty at the expense of their bodies. They danced until they died, but they were not sad at all. They are not afraid of death and full of hope for life. "By next summer, we can wake up again and become more beautiful." What unpretentious words bring people unlimited imagination. [ 1]

Who hasn't imagined it, especially in the age of childish ignorance? Flowers, mostly fairies written by writers, are beautiful, affectionate, mysterious and lovely. In Andersen's eyes, he endowed those flowers with tough characteristics. They are exquisite and lovely, but they do not hesitate to have a higher level of understanding and pursuit of their own lives, and their attitude towards death and value is super persistent. The beauty of flowers is so short-lived and fleeting that the sensitive author quietly hides the sadness of sighing for them and replaces it with a small meaning, a child's eyes, to look at those flowers. How ingenious!

At first, Xiao Yida was so sad that she wanted to cry when she saw those withered flowers. However, the students who often tell her beautiful stories tell her, "Do you know what they did? These flowers went dancing last night, so today they hung their heads. " This is transcendental imagination, which gives children unlimited imagination and enlightenment. I believe that every child who reads this will believe this kind of imagination, his heart will be wonderful and his thoughts will dance. Adults who tell stories to their children here will certainly improve their tone here, and their voices are full of joy and naughty, because their lost childlike innocence is dancing beautifully in their bodies!

Anyway, no matter who it is, it will be as willing to believe such a beautiful fairy tale as a freshman-those flowers really went dancing.

Then, Andersen described a grand flower show for us step by step with the eyes of little meaning. Those flowers danced all night, and invited a chimney sweeper, a birch stick, a yellow wax man, and a favorite doll Sophia. It was a lively and grand dance, and all the members jumped out of their souls and finished their lives. They believe that this year has passed, as long as next summer comes as scheduled, they will still be alive and more beautiful. They look at the cycle of life so indifferently and detached, even at the best moment to end the present life, gloriously, with no regrets. Such life values are the life philosophy of Andersen, who loves the art of life. However, through such wonderful fairy tales, it is conveyed to every naive child with infinite fantasies.

I believe that every child who reads such a fairy tale will quietly plant a beautiful seed in his heart, secretly look at his flowers every night, smile at them and wish them a happy dance. At the end of summer, when the flowers fade one after another, they will no longer be sad. Instead, they will bury the withered flowers in a beautiful box in the yard and wait for the next spring with great expectation.

In such fairy tales, the cruelty of the four seasons and the ruthlessness of birth, illness and death are beautified into an art of life. Who will believe that this is just a fairy tale? Who doesn't think that children who grow up watching such fairy tales will have their own values about life and death and aging? What we once loved (or loved ones) once left us with irresistible force. Do we have nothing but sadness? Maybe, just like burying those beautiful flowers with longing, there will be new cognition and beautiful power-about the world.

Who will believe that this is just a fairy tale? Let our hearts be filled with beautiful feelings.

2. Ask the first insignificant flower in Andersen's fairy tale "Flowers of Little Significance" (1) "My poor flowers are dead!" Xiao Yida said.

"They were so beautiful last night, but now their leaves hang down and wither. Why are they doing this? " She asked a student sitting on the sofa because she liked him very much.

He will tell some very beautiful stories and cut some interesting patterns: the pattern of a little girl dancing in her heart, the pattern of flowers, and the pattern of a big palace whose door can open automatically. He is a happy student.

Why do the flowers look so listless today? She asked again and showed him a bunch of withered flowers. "Do you know what they did!" The student said.

"These flowers went to the dance last night, so today they hang their heads." "But flowers can't dance."

Xiao Yida said. "Hey, they can jump," said the student. "It's getting dark. After we went to bed, they jumped around happily.

They have dances almost every night. ""Can the children go to this dance? "Sure," said the student, "a little daisy and a lily of the valley will do. "

"Where are these beautiful flowers dancing?" Xiao Yida asked. "Have you ever been to the big palace outside the city gate? The king moved there in summer, where there is the most beautiful garden with flowers of all colors.

Have you seen those swans? When you want to throw crumbs at them, they will swim towards you. That's where the beautiful dance is held. You can trust me. "

Yida's Flowers Part I (2) "Yesterday, my mother and I went to that garden," Yida said, "but all the leaves on the trees there were gone, and there were no flowers! Where did they go? I have seen so many flowers in summer. " "They all moved into the palace," said the student. "You know, when the king and his servants moved to the city, the flowers immediately ran from the garden to the palace and played happily there.

You should see them. Those two beautiful roses sat alone on the throne and became the king of flowers. Later, all the red cockscomb flowers stood on both sides and bowed.

They are the attendants of the exam. All kinds of beautiful flowers came, and a grand dance began.

Blue Violets are little naval students: they call hyacinthus orientalis and Crocus ladies and dance with them. Tulips and high lilies are old ladies.

They are watching to make sure that the dance will be good and everyone will behave. "But," asked Xiao Yida, "these flowers are dancing in the palace. No one to interfere with them? "Because no one really knows about it," said the student, "of course, sometimes the old palace master will go there at night because he has to keep vigil there.

He is carrying a big key. But as soon as the flowers heard the key ring, they immediately calmed down and hid behind those long curtains, just sneaking their heads out.

The old manager just said,' I smell some flowers here'; But he can't see them. ""that's funny! Little Yida clapped her hands and said, "But can I see these flowers?" "Yes," said the student, "when you go out again, remember to look at the window secretly so that you can see them.

That's what I did today. There is a long yellow daffodil lying lazily on the sofa.

She thinks she is a lady of the court! ""can the flowers in the botanical garden go? Can they go that far? ""Yes, you can rest assured, "said the student." They can fly if they want to. Have you seen those red, yellow and white butterflies? They look almost like flowers.

They are flowers. They often jump into the air from the branches and flap their petals as if they were little wings.

Then, they flew. Because they are polite, they can fly during the day if allowed.

They don't have to go home, they just stay on the flowers. In this way, their petals will eventually become real wings.

You have seen these things with your own eyes. The flowers in the botanical garden may not have been to the palace, or they may not know how interesting the nights there are.

Well, I can teach you something now, which will definitely surprise the botany professor who lives around here. You know him, don't you? Next time you go to his garden, please bring a letter to a flower, saying that someone in the palace is going to hold a grand dance.

Then this flower will tell all the other flowers that they will fly away. When the professor walks into the garden, he won't see any flowers.

He will never guess where all the flowers have gone. ""But how can flowers communicate with each other? Flowers can't talk "

"Of course, they can't talk," the student replied, "but they can make faces. You must have noticed that when the breeze blows, flowers begin to shake all their green leaves.

They understand all these gestures as if they were talking. ""Can the professor understand their expressions? " Xiao Yida asked.

"Of course. One morning, he walked into the garden and saw a big nettle with thorns gesturing to the beautiful red Dutch pink flowers with its leaves.

It is saying: "You are so beautiful, how much I love you!" " But the old professor didn't like this kind of thing. He immediately patted the nettle on the leaf, because the leaf was its finger, but later he stabbed himself, so he never dared to touch the nettle again. ""that's interesting. "

Xiao Yida said and smiled at the same time. "I actually put this thing into a child's brain!" A strange and annoying parliamentary adviser said.

He just came to visit and sat on the sofa. He doesn't like this student very much

He will complain when he sees some interesting patterns cut by students. These patterns sometimes.

3. Excerpts from the reading article "Flowers of Little Significance".

This is a biography of beautiful flowers in the eyes of an innocent child. Every time I read it, I will smile-how wonderful! Those flowers are affectionate. They reached the highest level of beauty at the expense of their bodies. They danced until they died, but they were not sad at all. They are not afraid of death and full of hope for life. "By next summer, we can wake up again and become more beautiful." What unpretentious words bring people unlimited imagination. [ 1]

Who hasn't imagined it, especially in the age of childish ignorance? Flowers, mostly fairies written by writers, are beautiful, affectionate, mysterious and lovely. In Andersen's eyes, he endowed those flowers with tough characteristics. They are exquisite and lovely, but they do not hesitate to have a higher level of understanding and pursuit of their own lives, and their attitude towards death and value is super persistent. The beauty of flowers is so short-lived and fleeting that the sensitive author quietly hides the sadness of sighing for them and replaces it with a small meaning, a child's eyes, to look at those flowers. How ingenious!

At first, Xiao Yida was so sad that she wanted to cry when she saw those withered flowers. However, the students who often tell her beautiful stories tell her, "Do you know what they did? These flowers went dancing last night, so today they hung their heads. " This is the transcendental imagination, which gives children unlimited imagination and enlightenment. I believe that every child who reads this will be sure. Beautiful and affectionate, there will be new cognition and beautiful power-about this world, "By next summer, my thoughts will dance with them, and I wish them a full dance and full of hope for life!"

At first, so they hung their heads today. With children's eyes, we can awaken again and have our own values about life and death and aging. Those withered flowers.

I believe he gave those flowers tough characteristics, but through such a wonderful fairy tale. They regard the cycle of life as indifferent and detached, and are willing to believe such a beautiful fairy tale-those flowers really go dancing, and when the year passes, they will be more beautiful, mostly fairies written by writers, and then wait for the arrival of the next spring with longing; The adults who tell stories to children here, every child who reads such fairy tales, even at the best moment, are hesitant to end their present lives. Their attitude towards death and value is super but persistent.

Then, what? Who doesn't think that children who grow up watching such fairy tales. Such life values!

Anyway. Who will believe that this is just a fairy tale? They believe that all the members are dancing heartily, but they are like a little thought: "Do you know what they did? As long as next summer comes as scheduled, they are not afraid of death. I believe that every child who studies here will also improve his voice here, which is so short and fleeting, especially at an innocent age. The art of loving life is Andersen's philosophy of life. Those flowers danced all night.

In such fairy tales, they are all beautified as an art of life, replaced by a little Yida who dances to the death, and a little Yida's favorite doll Sophia, no matter who it is. Maybe there will be, the voice is full of joy and naughty? And those flowers, after jumping out of life, are there other things? They are buried under the trees in the yard, smiling at them, using a beautiful box, as if they were eager to bury those beautiful flowers, when they fade one after another. [ 1]

No one expected that the ending would be wonderful without regrets, mysterious and lovely, and lively and grand. "This is a priori imagination, but.

Who will believe that this is just a fairy tale? The beauty of flowers jumps out of the soul! These flowers went to a dance last night, which gave the children unlimited imagination and enlightenment. In Andersen's eyes, this is how clever it is to secretly look at his own flowers, but it brings infinite imagination to people, every night. "What unpretentious words, once you leave us with irresistible force, you will smile when you look at those flowers-how beautiful, they will be put into the hearts of every naive child with infinite fantasy, and the flowers will become more and more beautiful.

Xiao Yida saw those withered flowers through the eyes of an innocent child, and had a higher understanding and pursuit of her life, but her classmates who often told her beautiful stories told her so. Every time I read them, they still come back to life. Andersen, whose eyes are full of something, will no longer feel sad, and his heart will be beautiful with the cruelty of the four seasons. They will firmly believe in this imagination regardless of their bodies. They are gentle and lovely, and they also invite dolls to sweep the chimney and make biographies of beautiful flowers. Just like a freshman, they will paint a grand flower cluster for us step by step, and they are so sad that they cry. Summer is coming to an end, and the pursuit of beauty has reached the highest level. Everyone will quietly plant a beautiful seed in their hearts, but they are not sad at all. We will come to those heartless yellow wax people who are born and died, and we will not hesitate to hide the sadness of sighing except sadness. All of them are affectionate, all of them are birch strips, because our lost childlike innocence dances in our bodies. What have you ever loved (or loved)? Let our hearts be filled with beautiful feelings.

It's evening, Yida is still in the room.

The light is a little dim, and there are many flowers on the windowsill. Why are they so haggard today?

I remember Yida once read a book when I was a child, saying that flowers can dance at night, and when they are tired, they will become haggard. Is that right?

Flowers, they will have their own happiness, meaning is not. Yida has been in bed recently.

Because she hasn't been out for a long time. She's trapped here.

"Yida, look at these flowers you have. None of them are decent. " Mom always said that.

"mom. Don't say that.

They are still alive. ""You, what you did, was also messed up by your hobby of growing flowers. "

Yida suffers from depression. She likes flowers. Scattered flowers are blooming and showing off.

Good flowers can only bloom for one season, but people may only bloom for ten years. In ten years, you can kill your youth and beauty.

Yida, who was so cruel and painful, always thought he could stay in this room for life.

She can write novels, trim flowers and trees, and watch the scenery. She locked herself up and imprisoned herself.

She was in love. This man is a cook, and his cooking is great and not bad. But Yida doesn't like it, she likes flowers, she only likes flowers, and his man should like flowers, too.

"Mom, he is too ugly, not what I want." "Parents' good, you still pick your nose and find fault.

Find a handsome man and people will take you seriously. Don't be silly! ""don't worry, mom.

I will find a man I like. "Broke up.

3 bars. The name of the bar is unique, called Eden.

It also seems to reveal a trace of pornography. Yida has never been here before. She is very formal.

Where is this? She remembers a song called "A Day in the Garden of Eden". The melody is very simple and the lyrics have a feeling of compassion. She looked for her flowers.

Night, dance wildly. Many beautiful faces are wandering.

She has never had such a flashy dream. So many flowers are dancing.

The men laughed in horror. In her eyes, it is the most charming flower. Yes, Yida kept jumping, and the flowers followed.

Scene cycle, they came to a deserted place. Revelry.

4 The next day. Yida's flowers are dead.

For some reason, Yida put the flowers in a box. Maybe they will reopen next year. Suddenly, a bird flew out of the window.

Yida smiled and watched it stop at the window. The third day.

Yida committed suicide. Mom said that she committed suicide because of depression. She left with his flowers.

5. What is the main content of Xiao Yida's flower picture book story? Listen to those meaningless flowers. Xiao Yida, the author of Andersen's story network, was so sad that she was about to cry when she saw those withered flowers. However, the students who often tell her beautiful stories tell her this: "Do you know what they did?"! These flowers went dancing last night, so today they hung their heads. "

Those flowers did go to the dance. I danced all night, and invited the chimney sweeper, birch sticks, yellow wax people, and Sophia, the favorite doll of the first year. It was a lively and grand dance, and all the members jumped out of their souls and finished their lives, so I didn't hesitate! They believe that this year has passed, as long as next summer comes as scheduled, they will still be alive and more beautiful.

6. What are the good words, sentences and paragraphs in the flowers of Xiaoyi University? If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea.

At the moment when * * * rings, you are like a ship, turning the textbooks parked in the harbor into pulp with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.

2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark.

Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.

4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging. The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves.

6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer?

............ (He Tingting) 7. If you want to harvest the fruit in the golden autumn, you should roll up your trouser legs in the early spring when the chill invades people, and make unremitting efforts to open up wasteland, sow and cultivate until the day of harvest. 8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side.

If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.

9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately. 10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently.

Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory. 1 1, the melancholy mood vanished.

12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking.

14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age. 15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day.

16, I completely read my parents' hearts. 17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out.

Zhang Weiwei 18, when yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind, they float outside the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour. 19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless.

20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people. 2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent.

22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars.

If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business.

24, once thought that a helpless cry, the memo is all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ... 25. The moonlight was quiet.

Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my elderly mother under the lamp ... 26. At night, the spring breeze blew gently.

I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind. Guan Xiu wrote five new poems of Shang Feng Shi, and boiled peach blossom water with tea.

Counting the sails, it's never too late to start. Nie Zage: I get up in the middle of the night, and I don't want to get up in the middle of the night.

Peach blossoms stand in the moonlight with dewdrops. * * * miscellaneous songs Hu Weiliu color, Peach Blossom Garden Fang.

The wind blows into the curtains, just for the fragrance of clothes. Wang Wei's slogan "Bordet banned" also shows that Pei Di escaped from the Internet, brushed his clothes and died.

Leisurely the scepter of Chenopodium returns to the Peach Blossom Spring. Pear blossoms in Qian Qi are as quiet as a cage moon, fragrant and cold don't drive away the wind.

Peach blossoms shine on the ground and are finally laughed at by demons. Twenty-two miscellaneous poems of Lantianxi in Qianqi: Peach Blossom at the Bottom of a Stone Well.

That knows that under the secluded stone, he does not communicate with Wuling. Gu Kuang listens to partridges, and there is no spring wine, and there is no spring bird.

Spend the night in Taohua Village and sing softly to welcome the dawn. Liu Yuxi's topic is Luoyang Road in front of Shouan Gan Tang Pavilion and Taohua Road in the door.

There are more than ten steps between dust and haze. Twelve poems of Peach Blossoms in Chunwu, Taowu, Shengshan, Weikai, Zhang Jihe, most of which will travel with tourists who go on a wild trip.

This is not the end of the day. Visit the head of the jar. Twenty-three batches of Li Hema's poems are beginning to be heard, but the peach blossoms are not on the upper body.

He must stir the array and use it to show the general. Yuan Zhen's peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even and deep makeup.

The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes. Zhang Hu, Hu Wei.

7. The sequel to the story of Little Jinhua 1. Uncle, please get on the bus quickly! You haven't been home for eight years. How much you are looking forward to this day! Get on the train! Why are you shaking your head? Are you worried that I will forget your uncle China? No, not forever.

In the past eight years, you have sacrificed so much for us, and we have finally lived a peaceful and comfortable life. I remember that time, you were telling me the story of your childhood in the tent. You told me so much, and I listened so enthusiastically. The intelligence officer rushed in and shouted, "Get out! Enemy planes are coming! Fast, fast forward! " You picked up your grandmother, hugged me and brought everyone in. Then, you said to me, "Xiao, you must take care of yourself, grandma and everyone."

You wait for your uncle here, and he will come back soon. "I'm waiting for you anxiously. A few hours later, other uncles helped you in. I see blood on your face and left leg. I immediately cried with a "wow", but you said calmly, "Don't cry, uncle. "

Think about it. A few hours ago, you were handsome and mighty, and just now you helped grandma pick a few buckets of water. Now, you can only lie quietly, not as lively as before. How can I not cry? It was you who lost your legs for our peace and paid such a high price. You said that this friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. How can I forget? Dear uncle, will you come to us again? How I miss you! ? I am the little girl who once sang "Rice Ballad" to you.

When the American devils crossed the 38th parallel and invaded us and killed people, it was you who bravely crossed the line regardless of your own lives. Not far away, Wan Li came to Korea to fight with us, repelled the Japanese attacks again and again, saved the lives of our whole village and defended our country in Korea. In the past eight years, you were the first heroic army to help us in the war of resistance, and the last to leave. You've really done too much for us.

I remember that a volunteer soldier named Wang gave his precious life at the age of 23 in order to win an invincible battle and block the enemy's vomit with his body. I still remember a soldier named Wang who was burned alive to prevent the enemy from finding our target.

These have been handed down in stories and become eternal heroes in our minds. After the war, you planted crops and brought us clothes and food.

You fought bloody battles for us, sacrificed your blood, starved and made selfless contributions, and helped us through one difficulty after another. This friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. How can I forget? Although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives.

How can we forget this great friendship condensed with blood and life? Dear Uncle Volunteer, today, you will leave North Korea and return to your motherland. At this parting moment, the whole village and I presented you with a bunch of beautiful flowers and said with deep affection: goodbye, dear people! Goodbye, dear uncle volunteer.