A sample essay describing the song of flowers is as follows:

Example 1:

I am a star in the world, I am a red petal in the wind , I am a cluster of flowers in the leaves... The wind blows, and I am fragile, petals falling off and falling into pieces. The wind blew, and I stayed on the green branches. The stars were green and a little bit of fresh green. Slightly shy, one color toner. The wind blew, and I floated on the water. The clear stream was like a mirror, with rippling waves, fragrant petals, and wandering in the current.

The wind blew, and I fell silent in the jungle, with the shadows of the trees dancing and the light and shadow sparkling. The remaining colors accumulate, and the fragrance is silent. ...Where will I be forgotten? Maybe, I will leave. I think, maybe, I shouldn't be so quiet and should be more vigorous. Maybe, next year. In spring, I will stand in the center of the stage, smiling sweetly; in summer, I will sing a song of life and fight bravely.

In autumn, I will drop the first red petal and sing; in winter, I will play a tragic song and moan...I am leaving. I want to declare to the earth, this world, that I have been here. I want to thank Feng'er for never leaving me. I want to tell Ye'er that you are the flowers of Yonghe.

Example 2:

I was born in the morning and died in the dusk. In the morning, with the first ray of sunshine, I slowly opened my eyes. Ignoring the whole new world around me, I carefully held up a drop of water with a petal and used it as a mirror. I put on heavy makeup and looked dazzling. The sun is shining high, and my wallpaper is bathed in golden sunlight, and I happily feel the praise, envy, jealousy, and hate from around me.

I laughed, danced and sang in the sun! In the afternoon, I was tired. Exuding bursts of fragrance, I lent half of the inferiority wind to let people feel it and love it. However, the wind took away all my fragrance one after another to please more people. I don't smell anymore. Xiaocao told me that you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t! I chuckle. The sun sank below the horizon, leaving only a touch of orange between the sky and the earth.

I closed it, gradually withered, and slowly fell into the mud to nourish the next flower. Finally, everything returned to calm and zero. Tomorrow, start from scratch again.

Example 3:

I am the words of nature. Nature speaks it, takes it back, hides it in the heart, and then says it again... I am the spirit that nourishes all things: I make the flowers bloom, I make all things grow, I sing for the trees. Sometimes I am like smoke, sometimes like fog, flying in the air; I am like poetry and painting, and the world is more beautiful with me. Sometimes I am gentle, gentle and lovable.

Sometimes I am violent, walking with thunder and lightning, leaving traces in this world; sometimes I am naughty, appearing with the sun, setting and stopping for a while. In spring, I am the silver thread connecting all things; in summer, I am the song of fresh air; in autumn, I am the smile of the fields; in winter, I am the sigh of the sky.

I am the shining pearls falling from the necklace hanging on the girl’s snow-white neck. In the silent night, I gently knocked on the doors and windows, and the sound was like beautiful music, accompanying the people in the house to sleep. I embrace flowers and plants, and they reward me with their intoxicating fragrance. I fall from the sky and rise from the water, repeating the cycle, never ending... I cry, but I make everything happy.

Because of me, trees will grow, flowers will bloom, and fruits will mature. I am the source of life for all things.