A flower has its beauty, and a seed is the note of life. A ripe cherry is as red as blood, just like her burning passionate youth. No one wants to resist, and she can't resist this mature temptation. Finally, go to restless picking. Just to appreciate and taste this amazing red at a closer distance. It's like tasting the lips of a passionate and seductive woman in the middle of the night. It's only a matter of time before it falls, and it suddenly gets out of control. Perhaps, understanding a life may require a lifetime of exploration. If you love someone, you must spend your whole life practicing an unchanging promise and being kind to her. Maybe the temptation of cherry should not be tasted easily, no matter how much you like it. If you can't resist the temptation, and you can't easily taste the sweetness, then treat her with your heart, give her what she likes or needs, or spend your life with her, understand her, love her, taste her and cherish her.
Lonely midnight, I always hope to add a kind of fun to loneliness. Shake a glass of cherry red wine gently, and there will always be a sweet fragrance that will easily cross your nose and get into your heart. Countless desires ring deep in the Adam's apple, and greed may be just the most primitive impulse. It is a kind of infatuation that you can't stop winding tightly. Desire quickly reaches your heart with lightning speed, never withers, blooms in your eyes and goes deep into your bone marrow. Only when you reach higher mountains and burn more vigorously will you know what the most urgent and real needs are in your life. A little red bean, always with a sneering mouth and eyes, is false, is false. It seems to see through your inner shallowness and frivolity. Maybe such people shouldn't have love. Only in the days after infatuation, you still love deeply and obsessively. Even if someone deliberately separates you, it is always hard for you to give up, and lovesickness will always spread at midnight. If I can, I would like to plant a seed of love in my next life, and grow, blossom and bear fruit in my life, just like the red one. In the next cycle, bloom's warm spring will be sent away, and even if you fall into deeper temptation, you will be fearless. Just to be able to better accompany.
June may also be the season of harvesting and sowing. When wheat becomes Huang Shi, the crops will be ripe, and the cultivators will start to get busy. Little girls dressed in colorful clothes are busy harvesting crops everywhere. Everywhere is full of their cheerful, innocent and excited smiles and laughter. The villagers are cheerful, they don't have so many worries, what is in front of them is their truest all. They are as carefree as ripe cherries and red in people's eyes.
In June, the mulberry is ripe, red and purple, sweet and greasy. It will attract countless children to beat mulberry branches with bamboo poles and then pick up mulberry fruits all over the ground. And those that can't be eaten, pick them up and wash them, and soak them in wine for a few days as red wine to drink, which not only has the effect of beauty and health care, but also is a delicious and attractive drink.
In June, it is also time for students to hand in a life answer sheet for themselves, and it is also time to leave the campus. Whether it is happiness or sadness, it is an experience that has to be carried out one after another. At the same time, it is also a time for several happy families to be sad. This is a season that is easy to produce sentimentality or love seeds.
June is also a season of blooming flowers. Pansy, Petunia, calla lily, red impatiens, and lotus flowers in the depths of the pond are also in full bloom. Perhaps, I prefer morning glory and lotus. The slender stems of morning glory can always entangle other plants to thrive, and then bloom beautiful pink flowers like a trumpet. I am also amazed at its tenacity and courage, as well as her climbing ability. Needless to say, lotus is my favorite. Every early summer and June, there are always layers of green lotus leaves swaying in the depths of the pond. Lotus stands tall on slender stems, or is in bud or quietly blooming, all of which are graceful and swaying. When the wind blows, it will attract the red dragonfly to fly and stand quietly on the floor. There are always rows of weeping willows around the pond, and the lotus fragrance is overflowing. Standing by the pond like a big girl, showing off her slender hair. It has attracted countless people to watch flowers and plants for leisure and entertainment. The fish swam freely in the water, playing heartily, singing around the willow branches and playing noisy music. If I could meet or know the girl with a flower umbrella in the rain, it would be a very romantic thing, and the afterglow of the sunset scattered in the lotus pond at dusk was full of warmth and beauty. In June, there are too many things I can't finish writing about warmth and intoxication, and there are too many feelings in my heart. If there is a person who knows you in this world who has been silently accompanying you, it is really a wonderful and happy thing.
Bloom's Essay 2 in June is a scene in which the dream is prosperous, the ending, parting and fate are as accurate!
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Like, that almost beautiful distance, only one look, from then on, fell on the other side, with your misty rain, with your reincarnation. Meeting, like a dream, a few degrees of obsession. I tried to get close, but it was always wrapped in thick fog. Even if the mountain is separated from the water, it will still haunt the heart and other thoughts in countless blurred moments. Let the face grow old in the waiting year after year.
However, the thoughts that have not been stranded are still wandering on the windy ferry, holding on to you with an overflowing smile, swaying a permanent vision in the cause and effect of the world of mortals. After the noise, only with a trace of warmth, I walked along the track of my heart, met with joy unexpectedly, smiled at each other, and needed no words. Love, as it turns out, has always been there. In the depths of time, it will not go far and will not alienate.
Sitting alone, there is some smell, floating in the wind, just like the smell of lily of the valley, looming. After a rain, everything is calm, and my heart has no distractions. Let me think slowly and watch quietly. Looking through the window, there are white clouds walking quietly in the blue sky, so light and transparent, and the dream is as smooth as you wish.
Fingertips, gently stroking the hair blown by the wind, corners of the mouth rising, faint smile, covering up the faint scar of a sketch in the eyes. Watching the sun rise and fall, the full moon, year after year, the lingering time, the indelible traces of the years, and the wrinkles quietly branded on the corners of the eyes will be shocking. It turns out that the vicissitudes of life have marks every year.
The June breeze glides through the shutters warmly, and with the wind comes the fragrance of new green, breathing gently. Choose the most beautiful place, integrate body and mind, turn a page, listen to a piece of music, outside the house, the sun is just right, inside the house, it is warm and diffuse. Perhaps, the time wandering at the fingertips is too leisurely, which will always make people lazy. Perhaps, I am used to seeing the world of mortals, listening to the hustle and bustle of the world, and liking the quiet moment in this world.
Eyes fixed, eyes fixed on meditation, vicissitudes of life tied. When you swim through the years and are still in the dust, you are more devoted to this tranquility than glitz. In the world of mortals, you can't be transparent, and you can't choose to escape. It's like emptying all the noise, cultivating self-cultivation, and everything goes with fate. If your heart is like a lotus, every piece is warm when it is in full bloom.
Turn your hand into a plow and cover your hand for the rain, creating a quiet place for you to stop and settle your impetuous heart. Footsteps, stuck in the world of flowers and leaves, quietly pick up the mood, seal it up, enter the soul, turn into flower bones, secretly smash it and rustle. In the morning, I greet the New Year with a plain face, close my eyes slightly, repose, pick three or five orchids, put them in tea and cook a fresh lamp after the rain.
There is wind, blowing from a strange place, gently blowing, just cold, condensed on the lips, accompanied by tea rhyme, is a faint grass flavor. Be a gentle woman, with a low eyebrow and a little smile, and a calm mind. Tie my heart to the wings of the wind, let the strings of the wind slip through my hair, pass through my skin, and touch my deepest agility. I only feel the tenderness of the wind, a flower dancing with the wind, carrying happy tears and flying happily.
Decorate your mood with a touch of elegance to drive away the summer heat. Take the breeze to the side, cool your heart, walk indifferently, without losing elegance, with a touch of melancholy, without losing nobility. Although the beauty is beautiful, it lacks eternity. If we can meet you in the most beautiful years, we can feel sorry for each other.
Fate comes and goes, and fate has it. Fate came, joy, fate went and broke up. I miss you now and wish you well. Life, there is no need to do meaningless' persistence', everything can follow fate. Take a meter of sunshine, watch a round of water moon, get drunk in a flower, accompany you to listen to the wind, watch the rain, listen to the story of the years flowing slowly, keep calm and watch the years tender.
Have nothing to do, have a cup of light tea, invite time and taste the temperature of the soul. At dusk, I secretly drank a pot of wine among the flowers, rose in the wind, read all the rain, and only silently guarded the scenery in my heart. Thoughts, such as the countryside with a faint fragrance in the evening, sometimes wander alone. Between the small bones, there are winding slender flower stems, looking for them. There are thousands of leaves under the bodhi tree, which only turn into a faint decadent fragrance and haunt my soul dream.
On the shore near the water, I caressed the piano gracefully with the fingers of slender elements, determined to play misty rain and red dust one by one. Strangely, a woman, who invites the wind to enjoy the moon, uses words and sentences to comb the most dull days into poetic scenery, should cherish everything. Looking at the distance, I am quietly guarding a delicate self. I am indifferent, not angry and unhappy. I just want to listen to the wind at night and put pen to paper. I am safe.
Counting time, remembering thoughts, going around. Reading you outside the cloud, reading you outside the rain, the text is boring, and you can't read it when you meet it. If your heart moves again and your steps follow the wind, please leave your steps thousands of miles away. You came and you left, which has nothing to do with me. I am happy, I am cold and warm, all clouds and smoke, and a gust of wind blows away. The thoughts flowing from the pen tip are always there, and the elegance is panoramic. The window of falling flowers is full of poetry, gentle and light, shuttling between fullness and bone feeling. The tranquility hanging from the treetops, moored at the edge of night and dream, is subtle and serene.
Accustomed to it, put the inner folds into convergence, play a melodious music, and let the beating melody roll through the dry heart and slowly release. Smile, have a kind heart, March forward in the storm, be warm in the setback, and be indisputable and not greedy. Look at the passage of time and the change of the situation. The flowers rising in the wind are still blooming.
June Flowering Prose 3 In June, the lotus bloomed.
Breeze blowing, lotus leaf gently dragging, shaking up a wave of rippling green waves, willow leaves gracefully swaying soft green silk, blowing through my eyes and clothes, like the wind, the soft marks of green shadows and blue waves, have been to Shui Xin.
On the endless lotus leaf in Qingtang, there are soft pink lotus and lavender lotus, budding flower bones, half-opened and half-drunk lotus buds and extremely delicate lotus flowers. The green branches in twos and threes gather together in a patchwork manner and fall between the most refreshing and gentle Qingtang water towns in summer.
In a small wooden boat, lying between the lotus plums falling from the roof, the warm green seems to push me gently, melting here, turning into water, dreams and green. Looking up at the blue sky, white clouds are clear, one by one, with thin layers of cotton wool hanging, like fog is better than clouds, hazy, as if just above my hand, obviously so close and so far away.
Occasionally, birds pass by, dragonflies flap their wings and hide in the dense lotus leaf forest. Lotus leaf stems show long branches and are scattered in the clear green pond. The black-and-white red carp, a stone in the shadow of the lotus leaf, is also swimming alone, spitting fish bubbles, and listening to Shi Wa's singing, you will know that song.
The warm fog storm this summer is so fragrant and intoxicating. The water in the pond is so green and elegant, leisurely and clear, dimly reflecting the appearance of white clouds in the sky, reflecting half of the lotus leaf and my tearful eyes. My sister, I miss you so much. ...
Touching the cool water, making waves round and round, the small circle is connected with the big circle, the small circle is scattered into a big circle, and the circle is round and round, just like you are holding the ego, and the big circle is holding the small circle. Sister, are you okay? ...
The lotus in the pond in summer is so gentle, and the feelings in my heart are more and more colorful like the sea, just like the colorful butterflies flying in the sky, running towards the lotus in the pond and spreading towards the nourishing memory, leaving no trace of heaven and earth.
I think of you in the past, me in the past, when we were young, when we grew up, that year was in full bloom, and the long blue silk skirt fluttered. You took my hand and danced in circles quickly, and the pink skirt rolled up long waves. The rain is lingering, the lotus leaves are swaying and laughing, and the birds are singing. You chased me by the lotus pond, and I picked up the lotus with a smile.
I remember that the sun was high that morning, and then it began to rain. In the distance, the village hill and the lotus pond are all wetted into a clear light smoke painting. Soft and cool rain like feathers floating on the body, disappeared without a trace, fell into the lotus pond. The lotus leaf is more elegant and elegant, and the lotus is covered with a layer of light water, which is wet by fine water mist, just like
Barefoot, we picked up a lotus leaf to keep out the rain, counted dragonflies and butterflies flying, played with Shi Wa's chirping and fish, and walked hand in hand across the bamboo-wood long bridge. I see your long hair gently blown by the wind, long ciliated feathers and smiling eyebrows. Your eyes seem to contain a layer of bright water droplets, and your purplish face seems to be covered with a layer of faint pearls. I looked up and called you, "Sister". Sister, sister, I have never found these two words so gentle and charming for an instant. Sister, you are my sister.
I always remember that you said that we would go to see lotus flowers and sunflowers together in summer. The sweet words in your ear made you like a dream in front of us and a dream lotus in your heart, pink, green and clear water.
I'm here, sister. Holding the lotus leaf high and hiding in the lotus leaf all over the sky, waiting for you to come to me, because I know you will come to me, because you are my sister.
I like the way you bow your head and smell the lotus flower shyly, like watching your long hair fluttering and your skirt fluttering, like you dragging me through the lotus flowers, like you and I talking about the girl's heart in the oil wheat field, like when you are with me, innocence is better than innocence, and only in your arms, I am the truest me, unscrupulous naughty, happy and carefree smile.
The willow branches of the wind float gently in front of our eyes, the white butterfly blows gently through our fingertips, your smile melts like dew in my eyes, and the two of them walk away and away hand in hand, gradually fading out of my memory.
"Sister, are you all right ..." Lotus, lotus, where are you swaying gently, swaying your gentle and blurred dreams.
The breeze blows slowly, the morning light falls gently, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the lotus pond.
In June, the lotus is in full bloom, and my heart moves.
June bloom Essay 4 In the hot June, the beautiful Urumqi is a world of flowers, with "pink, white, yellow, purple and blue" flowers in full bloom, which makes people linger.
Oleander has beautiful flowers like peach blossoms and tough roots like bamboo. The flowering period is very long, and it opens alternately. Gradually, green stems and leaves appeared, still beautiful. There are too many beautiful things in the world to see.
The blooming oleander is "unique and unique" among Urumqi people. In midsummer, only oleander, not afraid of summer heat, not afraid of mosquito bites, born along the street, stubborn and tall.
Oleander bloom, beautiful in flowers, charming and open, is by no means worse than the peach blossom in March; The blooming oleander, with its beautiful flowers and extraordinary beauty, will never lose to the cherry blossoms in April.
The oleander bloomed, and in the street, quietly silent, one flower was defeated and another opened; One toot turned yellow, and the other toot grew up.
Oleander is in full bloom. When people walk in, they are greeted by waves of fragrance, green waxy leaves and flowers like Xia Hong or snow, which makes them feel at home.
The blooming oleander is as red as fire and as white as snow, just like there is snow on the fire or fire on the snow. Very exciting, very interesting.
The blooming oleander, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, is blooming beautifully. Bloom flowers don't stop; Although the scene is beautiful, there are many changes.
The oleander in the moonlight, bloom picturesque, the breeze blowing, the leaves fluttering, lifelike; In particular, the unique fragrance, strong and powerful attacks come from flowers. Shadows were cast on the wall, the leaves were uneven and the fans fell apart.
When it blooms, oleander, all the plants are almost as high as the first floor. Besides red and white, there is bright yellow. The leaves are greener, like green wax, and the flowers are blooming on the high branches, more like patches of Xia Hong, white snow and Huang Yun. Lush, lush.
Oleander blossoms, although not as elegant as "peony, peony", but it is also so comfortable, so beautiful and so holy.
Oleander, also known as Liu Tao, was called "Gouna, Gounahua, Gounayi, Gounawei and Junna Wei" in ancient times. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was introduced as a garden ornamental plant.
Nerium indicum is an ornamental plant with leaves like willow, pink or pure white corolla and special fragrance. Most of the flowers are concentrated on the branches, like handfuls of open umbrellas.
Nerium oleander, the pattern is like a funnel, and the petals overlap each other. The flowering period is very long, usually between June and October.
Modern medical research has proved that oleander leaves contain oleanolide, glycoside and other substances, and flowers contain digitalis glycoside, aglycone, peach glycoside and other components. It has obvious cardiotonic diuretic, sweating, emetic and analgesic effects, similar to digitalis, and belongs to chronic cardiotonic drugs.
Nerium oleander has the ability of smoke resistance, dust prevention, virus prevention, air purification and environmental protection. The leaves of oleander have strong resistance to sulfur dioxide, carbon dioxide, hydrogen fluoride, chlorine and other gases that are toxic and harmful to human body, and are called "environmental defenders".
See also oleander bloom, a fake bamboo peach with bamboo-like leaves and peach-like flowers, but not bamboo or peach. The fragrance and strength are the same, and the shade is like red makeup.
The oleander is in full bloom, the green rhyme is swaying in the bamboo wind, and the red bud in early summer smiles more brightly than the peach blossom. Do not compete with the spring flowers, the heart is fragrant and enchanting.
Oleander in full bloom, crimson color and charming spring, pale narration and static lock, hidden dew. Flowers hide blue cheeks, and high knots wear flowers to cover them. Heavy hearts cherish each other, like a pair of fairy couples with heavy makeup.
Oleander bloom, with the same charm and strength, thick green shade and rich red makeup. The same place is charming, and there is no room for littering.
As the poet of the Song Dynasty wrote in the poem "Oleander", "The power of Fang Zi is the same as the shade of red makeup. If I turn the Dragon King into waves, I will know somewhere tomorrow. " It can be seen that people living in Urumqi love oleander very much.