Author: Qingqing lakeside grass

One day, the daffodils on the windowsill inadvertently opened, simple and quiet, fragrant and pleasant.

Narcissus was given by my brother-in-law two months ago. My brother-in-law knows that my leg hurts and I can't move easily. He was afraid that I would be lonely at home alone, so he went to the flower market and bought some daffodils. The wife also comforted that raising flowers and cultivating self-cultivation is of great benefit to the body. I understand that my family is kind to me and I can't let them down, so I settled down and focused on the growth of daffodils and her smile.

Narcissus looks ordinary, not too prominent. She has garlic-like bulbs, complete spheres, brown skin, and finger-sized green buds with arched tops. Although the bud is small, it is full of interest in life and contains infinite tension.

I put daffodils in a beautiful flowerpot, watered some water and put them on the indoor windowsill. I have never raised daffodils before. I don't know her habits, so I thought that in this cold winter, the window sill is relatively warm and must be more suitable for her growth.

It has been getting dark since she lived in my house, and I seem to hear her voice. Those sharp buds surround each other and strive to stretch upward, gradually turning into clumps of green leaves, flat and full of vitality. The porcelain on the windowsill, white and green, adds a bit of poetry. After a while, the buds of daffodils were quietly pulled out of the leaves. At this time, she is like a young girl, graceful and beautiful. Over time, many conical buds have been born on her tall and straight stems, and they are wrapped in membrane-like Buddha buds, just like wearing a tulle dress, as thin as cicada wings.

Outside the window, the sky is gray. I lay in bed, staring at her day by day, feeling her subtle changes, admiring her beautiful face and rejoicing in her little growth. She also looked at me affectionately, nourishing my soul, soothing my emotions, bringing me stability and stability, and making me gradually forget my pain and troubles.

I long for daffodils to bloom and imagine her blooming. That must be the happiest thing. But it backfired. For a while, she seemed to stop growing. Buds in bud are always swaying on the stem, still clinging to the pipa, showing no signs of blooming, which seems to test my patience. Later, her bud was sideways, and a picture of a beautiful woman holding her cheek on the sofa. She seduced me, but she never showed it? The true face of Lushan Mountain? . But I firmly believe that she will bloom sooner or later, for me and for this winter. This lasted for a while.

Finally, on a certain day, these buds broke free from the shackles of the epidermis after time precipitation and strength accumulation, unveiled the mysterious veil and turned into white flowers. Flowers are elegant and leisurely, just like beautiful jade butterflies whispering. Each flower has six petals, the stamens turn yellow, and the vice crown grows into a wonderful flower? Small gold cup? Cover the stamens. Stealing a wisp of plum fragrance and borrowing three points of pear white, her delicate and elegant charm can not help but make people fall for it. This kind of narcissus originated in Zhangzhou, Fujian, and is called by people in the industry? Golden lamp and silver platform? Rare variety, flowering period is about 20 days.

In my dream, there is a small flower, a daffodil with white buds. I kissed its slender stems and leaves, and I kissed its tiny petals, so white and so small, as white as snow. Ah, the little flower in my dream, daffodils. Feng Feifei's Narcissus comes from TV, which is affectionate and sweet. There are daffodil-scented sentences in the room, and the music is like running water.

Narcissus is a good flower to feed, which I didn't expect before. In the growing period, you only need to give her a spoonful of water, without wasting time. It's simple, nothing else. She will be green and fragrant. ? It's amazing that flowers bloom across the water. Water sinks into the bone and jade sinks into the muscle. ? Unlike other flowers, they are not picky about soil, water and fertilizer at all.

The ancients loved daffodils and gave her an elegant nickname-? Fairy Ling Bo? . Looking back, it was originally from Fifty Narcissus sent by the poet Huang Tingjian and Wang Chongdao: the fairy Ling Bo gave birth to dust socks, and she walked lightly on the water. ? The charm of daffodils is vividly outlined, as if there is a charming fairy dancing on the clear waves before our eyes. Since Huang Shi came out, Xian Lingbo? The elegant name narcissus has been passed down to this day.

Narcissus is one of the top ten famous flowers in China. It is collectively referred to as plum blossom, camellia and winter jasmine in literary works. Four friends in the snow. She is also the messenger and symbol of winter. Her indifferent, simple and noble character has been told by literati in past dynasties.

In the long winter, the sun is cold, the room is cold, and other flowers at home have withered and faded, eclipsed. Only the daffodils on the windowsill seem to be unsociable, not afraid of cold evil, spitting green silently and blooming silently. Spring Festival is coming, she will always bloom in the Spring Festival Evening of the Year of the Sheep, and the fragrance will be reunited in jiaozi. Time is shallow and the years are fragrant.

Narcissus essay: A narcissus, who is drunk?

The sunset is dim, and the boat is drifting along the Xiaoxiang River. Fragrant fragrance and swaying willows bring warmth and leisure face to face. I closed my eyes in the dark, and I was shocked. This flower river is covered with the colorful halo of Venus, which gathers the stars of the Milky Way and shines around. Looking up, there are no people, no distant mountains and villages, only daffodils swaying around and the sound of nature playing. There are mountain-like flowers on the river bank, with golden clouds on the surface of the canopy and clouds on the flowers. Have you noticed that the golden lamps and silver tables are exquisite, and the elegant garlic hangs for dozens of miles. Rivers and rivers compete like a tide, and the stars and moons pile up several feet. At this time, I am independent of the bow, gently shaking the incense pot, blending with the daffodils, blooming in a cluster in the sea of flowers and swaying with her.

Narcissus blooms on the river, and on both sides of the river, clumps of flowers, oblique and dense, advance towards the height of the sun bit by bit against the direction of light. Piles of flowers are crystal clear, blocking the clear river. Deep in the daffodils, the shadows of flowers are dancing, the river is separated by a sea of fragrant snow, and the flowers are swaying in nine bends and ten bends. The river is full of flowers, and the sky is golden and Yin Hui. Suddenly, there was a frost on a quiet night, and a young woman from Su E was wandering on the river. Wearing golden feather clothes and jade skirt socks, playing the pipa on the ivory bow. Her cool and fragrant breath is shining with transparent tears, and her ribbon is slim and slightly naked without wind. In the dancing petals, the fairy smiles, the soul is pure and fragrant, and the jade color is blurred. She is pure and pure, and she has been a fool all her life. I stood by the cloud window of the fog pavilion and looked at the beautiful women in the valley. The jade face was beautiful and the heart of sandalwood was rich. Who cares about the country?

Next to the faint smoothies, on the windy and foggy temples, beautiful flowers bloom everywhere in the colorless snow, and Cabernet Sauvignon and emerald are bright, with scattered fragrance everywhere. The flowers in the green Yao bushes are rippling, and the light ink is clear and fragrant. There are flower diameters in the sparse flowers, and the boats are arranged in rows, winding around the flower wall. Infinitely exquisite white flowers, jade plates and gold plaques are layered, and the beautiful women in front of them are all jade feathers and white jade. At this moment, Xiangyun and Yue, who is having a banquet at the Crystal Palace? But I saw daffodils waving, with a thin waist and dancing back in the snow. Jin Yupu, Xi 'an, high sleeves, charming fairy bones, fragrant body and plain face. Fairy Ling Bo, full of love, is singing and dancing, dancing with blue sleeves, blushing and showing colorful clouds. I can't help but hold up a golden vase and float in the fairyland. There is a beautiful day in my youth and a misty sunset.

Under the moon in bloom, the river is wide and the daffodils are huge. The whole river is immortal, green and coral is precious. There is a white princess, a yellow dress crown, green sepals and a fragrant jade plate. I am standing in the narcissus forest, with waist-high silver flowers and full of spring. Flowers are showing their beauty around, and long leaves are dancing in green robes on their chests. Lying in the narcissus forest, thousands of flowers covered the top of the head, occupying the sky, long green leaves draped over the shoulders, and jade flowers swaying on the forehead. Wandering in the middle reaches of the forest, thousands of fairy clusters brushed past, and Yu Pei was half-length, with a refreshing fragrance. I can't see how many romantic feelings are hidden in the shadows, and how many spring charms are displayed in countless vague images. Suddenly, in the sky of heaven, the golden branch appeared and the running water disappeared. Xiang Jun hates it, and now it is no longer polluted by dust.

I walked through countless flower beds and leaves of narcissus community, as if I were wandering in the fairy palace world in Hua Xian. Flower fairies fly around, and the fragrance of flowers entrusts the soul to the darkness. Wandering on the Narcissus River, in a blink of an eye, the flowers on the road have been sealed, and the flowers are gradually drifting away, and the shore plum sees that I have gone without a trace. Living in the waves of flowers, the fragrance is sultry, the river flowers drink dew, I drink alcohol, and the stars and moons get drunk early. Li Jian, in the flying flower array, the riverside is full of costumes, dancing slender arms, wearing long hair and smiling shyly. Graceful jade waist covered with ice and snow, cool and fragrant bath for a long time. Romantic enchanting mysterious dance, twisting the rivers of Chun Qing. Tonight, the moon is full and Sichuan is neutral, and the idiot won't come home at night. Dress it like a sister last month and put a yellow robe between their foreheads. But in the middle of the river, I played the guqin, and the water was full of stars and moons. I played with Yayin, sang songs in the river and sang Yunfei in a low voice. For a long time, a faint Yin Hui, hidden in the flowers, has disappeared and turned into a top daffodil, whose soul returns to the hometown of flowers and flies in the Yue Xian world, regardless of human right or wrong.

Pipa fairy plays for a long time, I would like to play nine lakes on the flute. The county seat is free and unfettered on the sparkling water, and the fragrant soul flows among the thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Tending to be dull, away from filth and power, Huang Guan withdrew from the Jianghu. He is very independent and indifferent to daffodils. He was a talented man all his life, upright and outstanding for thousands of years. It is better to wander around the world in the big waves than to bow your head and take root next to evil spirits. Although he gave up his earthly identity, he was still a gentleman in the smoke of Wan Li in Jiangling. Look at the invisible pattern of flower growth, bloom has no words, flowers are rippling in Taoism, and flowers are rolling in the grass and reeds. In the distant snow with friends, Long He talked about Gan Kun. Gao Shi crossed the sea all the way, happily with Jie, and Xianpeng wore the cloud palace all the way, carefree. I am deeply impressed that there are many disturbances in the world, but it is just a fog on the Narcissus River. How many immortals hold the Buddha's wish and turn it into lotus dew in the narcissus swing.

Life is impermanent, and Chinese New Year dreams are like smoke. Things are never static, and wisdom is like running water. It is better to hide in the Flower Fairy Palace, invite the ancient sages to be guests, leave your soul in the sea of flowers for a long time, and get drunk with the fairy for more than a thousand years. Laugh and sigh at those secular people who want to burn their hearts with fire, fry them with barbecue oil on the fire and bury their dirty bodies underground. It's not like the Huahe River in Ling Boxian, which passes through the dust without robbery, with petals scattered in the river and immortal souls forever. I don't know how many looming daffodils I've crossed, how many tests I've passed through, how many hazy difficulties I've passed through, and finally I've entered the eternal dream of Tongling Jade. I was very impressed, covered in jade and glittering, and I was in a fairyland with miraculous powers. Thinking has Qian Qian's eyes, and infinite fairy petals open. Love has three thousand knots, and infinite fairy leaves are connected. How many human pains no longer control me. How many feuds have turned into raging rivers.

I am intoxicated in this river in Xiaoxiang, floating in the fragrant world with the wind. I collected the pure dream of narcissus and lived in the infatuation of fairy Ling Bo. Since then, my mind is broad and my heart is bright. I wandered in the wide, long and deep narcissus time and space, banishing my feelings and feeling with my heart in my obsession. How many scenes of youth bloom. How much sorrow heartbroken, cold flowers, desolation, swearing, writing articles. Narcissus lost the blood of my soul with the splendor of heaven and earth, and I grew a long fairy edge in a quiet and fragrant world. At this moment, the soul has been lost in her Wang Yang, enjoying endless nobility and romance in the fairy spirit. In the heavenly palace of the flower country, her fairy spirit is melting, and her spirit is washing away the pieces of my soul. Huaxian belongs to the mortal soul, awakened in infatuation and reborn in reverie. At present, I will enter the secular world, touch the duckweed, and once the storm rises, I will return to fairyland.

Narcissus Essay: Beautiful Narcissus

I always lived in my grandmother's house when I was a child. At that time, many beautiful flowers were planted in grandma's yard. There are winter jasmine and peony flowers in spring; There are sunflowers and crab claw lotus in summer; There are chrysanthemums and a bunch of red flowers in autumn, wintersweet and daffodils in summer.

Among them, I like daffodils best, like its appearance, and like it better? Inside? . Although not as charming as peony, not as red as sunflower, not as attractive as chrysanthemum, not as intoxicating as wintersweet. But daffodils are slender and graceful, and daffodils are clean and clear. There is a bigger reason:? Narcissus has tenacious vitality. ? Does daffodils know? Fairy Ling Bo? Good name. Indeed, its moving posture makes people fall in love at first sight.

Those daffodils in grandma's house are very beautiful. In January, daffodils are in full bloom! Its emerald-like green leaves are green and bright. Among the criss-crossing green leaves, there are several white and flawless flowers embedded with a golden stamen, which exudes a faint fragrance and looks particularly elegant. Narcissus has nothing to do with soil, and rain flower stone belongs to it? Earth? . I think: I want my mind to be as pure and white as it is, without any sludge. Daffodils have roots like big onions, with white roots below. They are like earthworms growing around hard raindrops, very stubborn. A gust of wind blew, and Xiaohua shook her head and her soft body. It's like dancing on the water stone in a crystal dress, which makes people relaxed and happy.

In winter, many flowers can't stand the test of cold and fate? Withered. However, daffodils are not afraid. When it is freezing and snowy outside, it stands proudly, still full of vitality and vitality, as if fighting against the cold wind, perseverance, making people love it more and more.

I love narcissus! Love its beauty and fragrance, love its nobility and purity, love its tenacity and unyielding!