Those flowers

( 1)

The summer of 2006 is destined to be extraordinary. Won the first staged victory in life and graduated from primary school. In September, the autumn tiger is in full swing, the heat wave is surging, and the summer heat is pressing.

Brand-new faces dangle in front of me from time to time, and I am silent, waiting for the birth of the first deskmate in junior high school. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and a delicate bag hit the empty seat next to me. Then, Zhu Xiao sat down in a hurry with the domineering spirit of rich children and the chivalrous spirit of Jianghu veterans. I know that my extraordinary junior high school career began in this extraordinary September.

(2)

After September, the quiet junior high school students will live. I can't help falling into the waltz of English and math. Fortunately, my lonely drop of water is quietly melting into the Gang of Four.

Zhu Xiao, a savage and rebellious girl, has the biggest dream of growing up quickly, leaving her mother's nagging and control and living freely.

Xiao Qiao, a boy with small eyes, is very cute and needs to be beaten. The only dream is to replace Bill Gates and become the richest man in the world. He said that if he had money, we would travel around the world together.

Yili, a fragile boy, is more of a girl than a girl. What he wants to do most is to buy Yili company to sell milk, and then buy cattle to sell milk.

I said, I want to live a happy life with you.

(3)

The slogan of the Gang of Four is: Qi Xin will make great achievements with concerted efforts.

Indeed, we are very United. Thanks to the protection of the devil Zhu Xiao, no one dared to retaliate, although Comrade Xiao Qiao, a daredevil, got into trouble from time to time. We all love to eat hazelnut chocolate because it is sweet, just like us at this time, but while enjoying the sweetness, we ignore the hidden bitterness. ? However, we haven't achieved enough results to reassure teachers. The liberal arts of two boys are a mess; My mathematics has gradually faded, making me pale; And Zhu Xiao, besides singing, is her weakness. Finally, the class teacher lost his temper and transferred Yili and Xiao Qiao to another group. There is a deep strait between us, which cleanly separates us from the past. When he left, Zhu Xiao said savagely, If you dare to forget our promise, you will die! Xiao Qiao nodded very hard, and his face was full of helplessness.

Don't be afraid, Zhu Xiao. Don't we still have half?

(4)

I know, when the emotion named youth grows wildly, childhood has already dispersed? (5)

This early summer, gardenias are blooming well, and there is a faint smell of gardenias that pervades the whole campus. When the gardenia withers, it is the final exam. I'm getting nervous every day, and Zhu Xiao's expression is getting dignified every day. Finally one day, she said, my mother asked me to transfer, and I was silent. I know how uncompromising her mother is.

I failed in the final exam, and my math scores were dragged to the bottom again, so I once again fell into the dilemma of being a hero. Make up lessons. Mom is very helpless, so am I, so I run back and forth in the hot sun every day. I can bear all this, but I can't. Now I'm completely lonely!

Zhu Xiaohui calls or sends text messages from time to time, all in the same exaggerated tone, telling some irrelevant jokes. I know that at the moment, she may be tapping the keys at the vocal music teacher's club or at home.

After nearly a month of cram school, I finally made a qualitative leap in mathematics, and I achieved my goal as I wished. Many people applauded me. Without the applause of the gang of four, I look very thin! Gradually, we all learned to be strong in disguise, and unconsciously, we put on thick armor. Armor separates your loneliness from mine. The name of armor is growth.

(6)

When I entered the eighth grade, I was used to being busy and lonely, and I was used to thinking of us at dusk and thinking of us once. I think we all start from the hand of God, and then go our separate ways occasionally. Just like birds after dusk, they say hello to each other in a crisp voice and fly to their nests with the sunset on their backs. I no longer look for friendship, because no one can replace the Gang of Four. Xiao Qiao is very competitive, working harder and harder, and his height is soaring at the speed of a rocket. He is no longer the generous man who runs around and becomes the king of popularity in his class. When he learned that Bill Gates was retiring, he was even more excited and said, Here's my chance! It turned out that he had never forgotten our agreement, which only belonged to the Gang of Four.

Youth drifted away in the wind at the window, and the wind chimes made of glass fell down, giving a short cry for help. We said with a smile: we stayed in the same place in time, but in fact we were already swept away silently by the torrent.

Those flowers on the composition (2)

Those flowers

Listening to Christine's Those Flowers, I can't help asking myself: Are those flowers still blooming for me? My hometown is a beautiful place, with mountains, water and people, and my faded friendship. I remember on the first day of grade one, I knew water, which was simple and stupid. We hit it off as soon as we met. So, we became best friends. Where there is laughter on campus, there is us. I like laughing best between us. They often suspect that I have a hysterical laugh. Later, because I was too lively, I made many friends. We are bathed in the sunshine of friendship all day and grow up carefree. We are so innocent, we still enjoy it every day when we fail in the exam, we secretly scold the teacher behind our backs when we are dissatisfied with the teacher, and we give all the money we can't bear to use to the beggars on the roadside. We spend every day in such innocence, and every day is like a dream. Dreams will wake up one day. In the fifth grade, I learned another place. In the first few days, we talked on the phone every day, but after a few days, the number of calls gradually decreased. Later, I didn't know what to say. I understand that our friendship is disappearing day by day. Those flowers found new companions and began to gradually cool down their memories of me. Although I verbally said that I would be friends for life, who knows what I think. I don't blame anyone, and I won't blame anyone. Friendship has a shelf life, only the length of time. I, accept my fate. Those flowers are getting farther and farther away from me, and the once innocence is getting farther and farther away from me. I can only pay homage to that sincere friendship with my heart. ...

Composition about those flowers (3)

Those flowers

When I was young, there were many naive conjectures. Simple and complicated. For example, I often think that adults say, will eating melon seeds really bear fruit?

My doll still has some things. I told my mother that dolls are alive and they can eat. As I spoke, I scooped up rice with a spoon and ran to the dolls. "Be a good doll and eat." Then put the rice spoon in his mouth. And smiled smugly.

I used to be a doll-like child. Adults put me on their knees and played with my hair. I am plain and have no complaints.

Ten years ago, I didn't reach my mother's waist. Ten years later, my mother and I were equal, in a trance, with infinite sadness.

I said, when I grow up, you will be old.

Mom smiled. I know she doesn't really want to laugh. But she still smiled.

You won't be able to wear designer clothes.

What should we do? She asked.

I bought that company. I made you clothes. I answered with peace of mind, not at a loss.

She still smiles. Say, I remember.

For a moment, I still felt like a child. Because children just like commitment. And it's just casual, so you don't have to pay the responsibility.

It seems that I have promised to go to the holy land in the Alps, but I am still willing to stay on earth. It's like a flower that promised to bloom, but it only lasted for a short time and then disappeared.

Nothing can last forever. Park, wild flowers, three people, sunset glow, singing.

Those flowers. Where are they?

Composition about those flowers (4)

Those flowers that have never bloomed have withered, and the lingering fragrance lasts forever. Those flowers, after blooming, have withered, dead leaves and branches, which are destined to be amazing in the world. Those flowers, blooming alone in the fragrance of the garden, are surrounded by colorful dazzling colors, covering up their elegance. They also breathe the secular atmosphere, but create a strange fragrance, crystal dew will not leave traces on the lotus leaf. On the cheeks of those flowers, there are tears stained by dew. Weak branches hold up the hope of blooming, and the sun only sprinkles broken gold under the shadow of tall flowers. The affection brought by the breeze, mixed with the turbidity of other flowers, slowly washes away the refreshing fragrance around. Those flowers are forgotten by the world in the corner, but those flowers have the highest soul in the world, and they clarify the world. Those flowers were born there, born for life, born for nature! Right there, those flowers will always be there! Those flowers, they don't know the taste of blooming, but they are witnessing the sadness of falling. They capture the fragrance floating in the air and give off their own fragrance. They poured scarce rain water into swollen bodies. Never seen prosperity, never seen beauty. They have seen grandeur and roughness, there is a substance in their bones called strength, and there is a hope of spiritual life in their blood. Those flowers, accompanied by lonely smoke in the desert all their lives, watched the long river sunset all their lives, and witnessed the changes of the world and the vicissitudes of life all their lives. Those flowers don't know the brilliance and brilliance of a day, but only know that strong arms are shaped by strong winds holding hands and sand all over the ground. Those flowers were abandoned in the desert with surprise, but they told the most beautiful surprise. Those flowers, born there, for life, for nature! Right there, those flowers will always be there! Those flowers are in our hearts!

Composition about those flowers (5)

Those flowers. Those flowers.

Withered and decayed, instantly disappeared in the surging clouds in the sky.

Give me hope and give you happiness with the last light.

-"You are really a distressing child."

A long time ago, I had three guys who didn't know how to describe them. Each of them made me know how to smile better than others. No matter how sad, it is unforgettable. We won't say anything disgusting. If we do something wrong, we will be obedient. When they are tired, they sing to me. When they are happy, I sing to them.

-"Boy, you are so strong."

As a result, such a group of people appeared, and they were free. Danger and worry, they carry it. It's quite masculine. It's raining. They lend me their umbrella, but they don't know that I'm a wet child. It's a habit not to take an umbrella on rainy days. I caught a cold, had a high fever and smiled brightly.

-"Young and frivolous."

Then, it is a boy, and I am very proud, because I can say without responsibility that I am so happy. Those sentimental bonds, after struggling, pour thousands of miles. After a long time, in the blink of an eye, we grew up and understood everything. We need to go again.

-"You look like my old good friend."

Finally, another girl came into my sight. She always talks a lot. If Denise speaks first, it will be her. She doesn't live here. She always speaks in written language, which is really embarrassing. Sometimes, when I say something like this, she will feel ugly and crazy, but she just can't change it. The most common sentence is "You look like my old good friend". I made a friend, and she only thought I looked like her former friend.

Those flowers are really beautiful. Everything is fine.

Composition about those flowers (6)

In the fields behind those flower houses, the grass is bright green, and two rows of willow green skirts mop the floor. Walking from west to east, several woody flowers in the northeast corner are shaded by green willows, which makes people shine. On a long and straight plant, green leaves and flowers appear alternately. There are three kinds of flowers: pink, crimson and pink. The petals are full and try their best to spread around, and the stamens are different in color and slightly stained. In the early morning light, the flowers are full of vitality and show unparalleled charm. Especially the pink petals, green stamens, pink as chardonnay, tender as freshly washed pink doodle smiling face, tempt your heart and make you want to kiss Fang Ze. It's really interesting that the stamen's seemingly inadvertently pouted mouth. It turns out that the flower is an angel who landed on earth, with a beautiful and lovely appearance, enjoying the happiness of life alone in the green grass. The more nobody appreciates it, the more elegant it is. Suddenly, my mind moved, and a series of images of flowers followed. Early spring, after a spring rain. In front of the building, a white flower with dew and rain is hidden among the green leaves. Just a quick glance, my heart has been deeply touched. Is it love at first sight between lovers? White, blooming but shy spring flowers are equal to this, equal to time? Is it a wisp of white clouds left behind? Innocent, bright eyes and pure heart for nothing? In mid-spring, when visiting the deep mountain canyon, a bunch of unknown shrubs are blooming a few small white flowers on the edge of the dangerous peak plank road. On the edge of this ravine, in this lonely valley, it is quietly opening. If no one loves its elegance, does it feel sorry for itself? For whom does its little flower heart bloom? Who are you waiting for? Is it for this survival instinct?