Wow, write 500 words, 1 spiritual landscape, send pen and ink, it smells good; The essence of calligraphy is immersed in a little pen and ink.
Throughout the ages, in China, Iraqis leaned against the door, fireworks were cold, red makeup was all over the city, but ink remained. inscription on a tablet
Guided by this ink fragrance, I came to the palace of the Han Dynasty. The emperor sitting in the middle is giving ink to the ministers. According to "Han Gong Yi", "Shang Shuling, Xiao, Wu. Lang, the moon gives you a big ink and a small ink. " The tribute of precious ink, in front of the inkstone, exudes a refreshing fragrance and wears out the whole history.
The ink fragrance of the Qin people witnessed the changes of the dynasty.
In Jin Dynasty, cursive script set off a frenzy. In this era, Wang Xizhi, a modern calligraphy master, was born. His library is always full of ink. He loved calligraphy, dipped the steamed bread in ink and ate it with relish, unaware of it.
Ceng Gong's "Mo Chi Collection" said: "The taste of Xi yearns for Zhang Zhi, learning books in Linchi, and the water in the pool is black." People with armies in Rainbow are already permeated with ink. Thousands of years later, when people open his original works and revisit his study and square mill, they will be amazed: Wow, it smells good!
A thousand years have passed, and everyone has gone, but that ink, like his soul, lasts forever. "If you are amazing, if you are graceful, if you are Youlong", it will last forever in this Ying Ying ink fragrance.
For me living in modern times, the book kiosk is my favorite place to go. Grandpa San is also a calligrapher, but he doesn't call himself an artist. His goal is to leave the ink on the performance paper forever and pass it on from generation to generation.
No matter whether it is hot summer, cold winter, leisurely or heavy, whenever I open the old wooden door of the bookcase, this ink will always climb up to my heart and drive away all the haze, just like clearing the clouds to see the sun.
In the ink of that inkstone, I seem to see the scene of the imperial pen writing down the will; Close your eyes, as if at the end of Mo Xiang, drunken Wang Xizhi wrote a beautiful essay "Preface to Lanting".
Do you smell it? That wisp of ink has traveled all over the world and witnessed a glorious history; Fragrant fragrance, drifting into the distance.
Wow, it smells good. Open the book of memory. There are more memories on the pages than the stars in the sky and the sand on the ground. One page is very special because it exudes intoxicating fragrance.
I failed the exam again, and I was driven crazy. I dragged my heavy legs home and threw myself on the bed. I don't know how long it took, but I finally raised my unusually heavy head. The moonlight has climbed in from the window and hit the wall, which is particularly desolate.
Suddenly, a slight voice caught my eye. I rubbed my crying eyes and saw that it was a silkworm chrysalis in a box. The white silkworm chrysalis curled up in the corner of the box, and the fine silk was neatly intertwined, shining with attractive white light in the moonlight.
I took out the silkworm chrysalis from the box, but I saw a bottomless hole in the middle of the tight silk. This is the silkworm has come out and is ready to come out.
I turned on the light and let it "bleach the wall". I was absorbed in the table and held my breath for fear of disturbing it. Silkworm pupae turn from time to time, and occasionally I can see a leg or a wing of a moth, only to see that the incision is getting bigger and bigger, and the pupae's jitter is getting more and more intense. Finally, the silkworm's head sticks out! Then the body, trembling, crawled out of the pupa, and the body as white as the pupa was tightly attached to the table. The wings of newly emerged silkworm chrysalis slowly spread out, flapping and stirring the air. It slowly climbed onto the silkworm chrysalis, waving its wings like a winner, and then suddenly lifted itself up and flew back and forth on the desktop, enjoying the joy of rebirth.
The tears hanging on my face have turned into shallow tears, and the life course of silkworms has touched me. I took out the pupa shell that had just been broken and still had the residual temperature of silkworm pupa, and found that there was a refreshing fragrance inside. I couldn't help crying out: "Wow, it smells good!"
Close the book of memory, and the refreshing fragrance quietly emerges from the pages.
Wow, it smells good. What's your favorite season? Some people like hot summer, some people like cool autumn, some people like cold winter, and I am different from them. I like bright spring.
It's a new year, and colorful spring is coming again. I put on my shoes and opened the door. Although this door is ordinary, in my eyes, it is like a secret passage to nature. Walking out of the gate is like stepping into a green dream, which is amazing!
While walking and admiring, I came to a park unconsciously, which seemed to be a window specially opened for me in spring. The scenery is bright and beautiful, and the flowers are bright and green. I opened my arms and suddenly felt very comfortable and relaxed. I can't help but think of a good sentence: "Time is not over, the years are quiet, if you are in full bloom, the breeze will come!" "
In the distance, the thick flowers are floating around, and I seem to have received a message from Miss Chun. I walked quickly to the place where the flowers came from. It turned out to be rape blossoms in Huang Cancan. They are competing to open up, and they have tried their best to compete for beauty. It's like comparing who is the most beautiful!
Suddenly, there was a little joke. What's that noise? I looked around, ah! It was the sound of grass drilling out of the soil. The grass can't help sticking its head out of the soil when it hears the call of Miss Chun. Curious little heads looked around, and some still shook their bodies, as if dancing in the wind. Some stretch, as if they just woke up.
Several gardeners are still working hard, looking at the fruits they have worked hard to bear, and they have unspeakable joy in their hearts! A few bees fly around, carefree, sucking the sweet nectar on the flowers, just like dancing on the flowers with the notes of spring!
Everything here is beautiful. I feel very comfortable breathing fresh air here.
Everything here smells good! I silently said to myself twice: Wow, it's beautiful and smells good! This is really a fairyland on earth, a paradise!
Wow, it smells good. The composition is 500 words, and four words smell good. It exists in every corner of our lives, everywhere. It can be fragrant flowers, refreshing grass, or rice on mother's body.
When I come home from school every day, I push open the door, and a thick smell of rice gets into my nostrils first. The rich dishes on the table always make my mouth water. But one day, my mother got sick. ...
Pushing open the door, the cold wind rushed into the warm room crazily. I closed the door in a hurry, only to find that I didn't hear the familiar greeting.
There was a slight noise from the kitchen. I leaned down and saw my mother struggling to move the pot to the stove. Fine sweat glistened on her forehead, and a strand of hair wet with sweat hung feebly on her cheeks.
Mom is ill. Although she didn't tell me clearly, intuition and her weak appearance have made me understand everything. When my heart ached, I rushed over to help. Mother touched my head lovingly. At this moment, I felt the weight of maternal love.
After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming porridge: "mom knows that your stomach is not feeling well these days." This is porridge specially used for nourishing the stomach. Please try it quickly. "
Looking at the steaming stomach-nourishing porridge in front of me, tears unconsciously filled my eyes. I picked up the bowl and took a sip in my mother's expectant eyes. What can blend into my taste buds is not the imaginary sweetness, but the ... burnt taste!
I still swallowed this hot porridge, because in this paste flavor, my mother's concern and deep love for me were included.
This is the smell of maternal love!
Mixed with bitter tears, I gulped down porridge. The heat and tears on my face blurred my vision. The scene of my mother cooking for me flashed through my mind like a lantern, and tears choked my throat.
There are only three words left in my heart: wow! It smells good.
Wow, it smells good. 500 words and five smells good. What is this? It's the smell of flowers! It smells good. What is this? This is Mi Xiang! It smells good. What is this? This is a water town! Wow! It smells good! What is this? Newly developed ink?
The rich ink is coming from grandpa's room. Great! Grandpa must be grinding ink with an ink stick?
The soul of ink
China children have been good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since ancient times, which is the root of China children! It's China's child's life! All for China! Chyi Chin's calligraphy and painting are gradually valued by children in China, and a faint literary atmosphere surrounds the city! I can smell the ink from different places every day! I saw it ... I saw it! The ink soul of Chinese sons and daughters is burning again! Soul of China!
Mozhiyun
Ding-ding-dong-dong! Listen to the ink, what a beautiful voice! As soon as I wrote down the words "I love China", I heard the song "I love China"! "Elegant" heard the sound of a bird Screaming Trees moving ... "Great piano" heard the sound of the piano. "Da Da" is the sound of ink. Black ink spots are particularly dazzling on white rice paper, raising an unknown charm, China rhyme!
Chinese ink
"come ~! In this plum blossom! " Look! That's ink flower, that's Chinese painting! From ink to paper, the temperament suddenly changed. Plum blossoms and autumn chrysanthemums in winter, different colors of lotus flowers in summer, painting plum blossoms, elegant to sages, not afraid of severe winter, is a transformation; Flower chrysanthemum, quietly elegant to a hermit in the mountains, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, is a kind of transformation; Painting lotus is a metamorphosis, and painting in ink is a metamorphosis! Chinese painting!
One ink and one book, fragrance is ink! China ink stick smells good, too! Wow ~ it smells good! This is the Chinese soul! It's China rhyme! It's also Chinese painting!
Wow, it smells good. 500 words and 6 cups of tea, overlooking the railing, sitting by the window. After the rain in Chu Qing, the air was filled with fresh and moist soil and the smell of rain. The white jade porcelain cup on the table exudes the white flavor of Ran Ran, rises slowly, and finally blends with the air. I took a deep breath. Wow, it smells good.
Tea tasting was taught by my father. I remember when I was a child, I ran home after I was crazy and saw my father sitting on a sandalwood desk and chair, sipping tea leisurely, and the cup was emitting beautiful white gas. I was thirsty for a long time, took a few mouthfuls of Gollum and drank it, and my mouth was full of fragrance in an instant. Dad looked at me with a smile. I didn't care that tea was so expensive but I wasted it. He said with an empty cup that drinking tea is not like this. If you want to make a good cup of fragrant tea, you need a combination of tea, water, fire and utensils. After the tea is boiled, pour it into the pot, and the aroma is overflowing. The same is true of being a man. How can we overflow the fragrance of the room without experiencing some setbacks? I nodded in ignorance. It turns out that drinking tea also has so many learning doorways.
It was the low point of my life, my life was not satisfactory, and my grades declined seriously. Gradually, teachers and classmates began to be disappointed in me. I feel sorry for myself. A tea set was dug out on the top of the wine cabinet, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on it, which belonged to my father. The bronze tea set adds a heavy feeling and mysterious meaning. I gently wipe, boil, pour, point and taste, and my movements are flowing in one go. The feeling of holding is very warm, and the tip of the tongue touches a faint fragrance. I can't help but think of my father's words. How can I overflow the fragrance of the room without experiencing some setbacks? I sit in my room and meditate. Life is not smooth sailing. How can steel be hard without tempering? Now it seems to be just a small failure. I should try to improve myself, not complain and feel sorry for myself. This fragrance makes me understand that being strong in the face of difficulties is necessary for the strong, and also makes me understand that only through tempering can the fragrance overflow, and only through wind and rain can the fruit be harvested.
Wow, it smells good! This fragrance is the result of hard work and the witness of persistence.
Wow, it smells good. Passing incense, disappointment, incense. Then it wandered around and spread to further places.
Walking in the hot afternoon, the sun shines. I dragged my heavy steps, step by step towards the road home. God, it's just the heat. Better than burning everything in the world.
Dragon, Zheng.
A faint fragrance of flowers seeped into the nasal cavity, which seemed to dispel the heat and ups and downs in the world. I just feel that my body is full of the fragrance of flowers, the coolness of autumn and the enjoyment of my body. It seems that this person is permeated with summer flowers.
"Wow, it smells good."
I want to find roots. These flowers are not very strong. Just a little fluttering.
I gradually quickened my pace, stepping on the asphalt road in summer, with only light footsteps. And then it was gone.
It turned out to be a small garden. The root is just a small garden, not a flower with great spirit that grows from the back seam. They are just fragile plants that are carefully cared for. But that's all. But it gives passers-by the greatest happiness and beauty. This is sinking.
I smelled it, and it was still so light. It's not strong, just pure. At this point, I don't even know what flowers taste like. It seems that I can't smell the flowers planted all over the house in summer.
I can't stand the heat of this summer any longer, but I only stayed for an afternoon. In the afterglow of the evening, I just saw them bloom more, and the dream at night seemed to vaguely smell the flowers. Then enter a new dream.
Month, in a faint cloud; Flowers meet the breeze.
The next day, I didn't care about yesterday's scorching sun and ran out of the house in a hurry. I am eager to smell the smell of the tip of my nose. Even if it's just a one-time move, I'm willing.
When I got there, there was an old woman sitting on a bamboo chair. She saw me and I looked at her.
Passers-by just hurried by and voluntarily fell into the abyss of life.
Grandma just sat behind that bunch of flowers and smiled shyly.
Summer, cicadas, paths, my brisk steps and your smile.
Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. Grandma likes growing flowers.
At that time, I always liked to run to my grandparents' house. Every time I see grandma there, I am busy watering the flowers or fertilizing. When flowers bloom and orchids abound, long and narrow leaves are graceful, and a pink smiling face emerges from time to time. What kind of white and elegant charm has aroused my imagination, and the phoenix-like charm is quite proud.
I think grandma likes not only planting flowers, but also smelling their fragrance.
Unlike grandma, grandpa doesn't like flowers. He wouldn't have spent a penny if grandma hadn't let him take charge. Grandpa often tells me that the flowers are too fragrant and I smell uncomfortable.
Since grandma died, I thought those flowers would die, but I didn't expect to be well raised by grandpa.
Grandpa also began to like growing flowers. Grandpa began to water and fertilize the flowers clumsily like grandma: his hands trembled and he measured them carefully. Although he is a bit clumsy, he is very serious and devoted, as if he is doing the most important thing in life.
Another summer came, and I went to my grandparents' house. Before I entered the door, I smelled a refreshing flower fragrance floating out of the room. After entering the door, I smell the long-lost flowers, as if I were in a paradise, which makes people linger.
Grandpa likes to chat with me, anecdotes about my parents' childhood, stories about my grandmother, and the days when two people fell in love. Gradually, the voice dropped and I couldn't hear it. In the long silence, only flowers are flowing. I understood what he was thinking, but I was silent.
Head down, eyes white, can't see anything. I love it to the extreme, and I can only express it through that potted flower. The fragrance of flowers in the room is grandpa's endless yearning for grandma. I can't forget the fragrance of flowers.
Wow, it smells good. In life, there are many smells, charming flowers, delicious rice and the smell of labor. In life, smells are everywhere. Today, I share with you the most beautiful fragrance in my life.
One night, I walked leisurely on the road, enjoying the night view of Shenzhen. Suddenly, there was a fragrance, and I was just looking for it carefully. Suddenly, there was a stronger fragrance, and I smelled it carefully. Suddenly, I saw a strange flower in front of me. It's small, round and pink. This is really a strange flower! I can't help admiring. "Little brother, do you like this flower, too?" A deep voice sounded. When I turned around, a magnificent man appeared in front of me.
He has broad shoulders, a shovel and a bucket in his hand, and some fertilizer in his pocket. Suddenly, another fragrance came, and the flowers seemed to bloom a little. I asked the uncle, and he said, "I planted this flower in January. I come to fertilize it every month. It's been half a year now, how fast! " I turned my head again, and the flowers gave off another fragrance. When I look at it again, it looks like a touching little fairy. In this night, it is graceful and particularly touching. It's getting late, and when I was about to leave, the flower gave off a fragrance again, as if to keep me.
I can't help but think of Mr. Lao She's words: "Without labor, you can't even keep a flower." Isn't this a fact? " I happened to find this little flower tonight. It not only has an unforgettable intoxicating fragrance, but also has the fragrance of the hard work of flower farmers.
Wow, it smells good. I left many beautiful things in the alley I walked through every night. All these pictures surround me. When I was a child, that little cotton-padded jacket was my pride, just like my mother's arms. I still remember that sweet smile. A small cotton-padded jacket brought me into my memory.
Baba's food smells delicious.
After a day's study and life, I'm a little tired. Drag the slow pace, accompanied by a heavy bag, walking on the way home. Pushing open the door, I can smell the familiar smell. Yes, Dad has cooked! I just don't know why my father came back so early. I'll ask. Dad said: it's not that you are too tired to study, besides, your mouth is greedy!
A trace of warmth lingers in my heart.
Mom's nagging smells good.
Daughter, recite the fourth grade. Although history is not easy to learn, it cannot fall behind. Four products, that is, the things behind. Liberal arts, you still need to understand the back! And that science, I want to do more problems and listen carefully in class. I said impatiently, my mother, can't you let me have a good breakfast? After dinner, get dressed and go to school. Listen carefully in class. Be serious! Mom's words floated from the kitchen. Mom, I know. Is this about menopause? Ha ha ha, I ran out with a smile.
Although sometimes my mother's nagging is really annoying, my heart is warm.
Grandma's cotton-padded jacket smells good.
I had a whim to tidy up the house at the weekend and came across an album. When I opened it, I found all the photos of my childhood, and some of them were actually wearing cotton-padded jackets! I asked my mother, and she said: That cotton-padded jacket was made by your grandmother stitch by stitch!
Although it's a bit out of date to look at these photos now, every stitch is grandma's love for me!
Living in a happy home, you can always feel the fragrance of love. I love my family, I love the fragrance brewed by my family with love!
Wow, it smells good. 500 words 1 1 There are Jin Zhai in the book and Yan Ruyu in the book. Open a brand-new book, and the ink smells good. Wow, it smells good!
I like reading since I was a child, and I like reading all kinds of books, classics, fables and common sense, which can be described as "mastering everything". For this reason, my classmates gave me an interesting name "Little Bookworm", but I like it very much.
I like to sit at my desk and open the window on a sunny afternoon. The sun filled my room and shone obliquely on me. My favorite book is on the desk. There is a cup of hot coffee on the desk. Take a sip of sweet coffee and taste a classic. What a pleasant afternoon! The rich aroma of coffee blends with the faint ink on the page! Smell it again carefully. Wow, it smells good!
I remember when I was a child, I overheard someone say which book was good, which book was worth reading and which book won what prize. I can't wait for my parents to help me buy that book, for fear that others will buy it all if I go late. At first, I was glad that I liked reading, but I quickly agreed to my request and helped me buy that book. But then my parents thought I bought books too often and gradually stopped buying books for me. Helpless, I can only carry out a "slimming plan" on the money I bought snacks and use the money I saved to buy books. Come to the bookstore, choose a book you like, hold it in your arms, take a deep breath, wow, it smells good!
On the weekend of leisure, I made an appointment with several friends who also love books. Each of them took their favorite books and went to the green space in the suburbs for a picnic by bike. Breathing fresh air, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds, sitting on the soft grass, opening books, talking with friends about the feelings after reading and sharing the happiness of reading. The air is mixed with the fragrance of ink and soil, which is refreshing. Wow, it smells good!
Reading a good book is like making a good friend, and opening a book is like walking into the palace of culture. Books are my spiritual food, and I savor the essence of books. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, 500 words 12. These days are the time when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and that fragrance reminds me of my childhood.
I remember one morning when I was a child, I opened the window and smelled the flowers. "wow! It smells good! " I sighed and opened my eyes. It turned out to be osmanthus. I like osmanthus best. It does not have the same posture as other flowers. Looks stupid. When it doesn't bloom, the trees are full of leaves; But when it blooms, it can easily become a tree flower. The fragrance is even more charming, drifting ten miles and intoxicating.
Osmanthus fragrans is in bloom, and it must be Osmanthus Jelly. Picking osmanthus is the most fun thing. I rolled over and got out of bed. I couldn't put on my socks. I carried a big basket and followed my mother to the osmanthus tree. This sweet-scented osmanthus picking is also exquisite. The flowers picked by hand are ten times more fragrant than those picked by the wind. So I made a bet with my mother to see who picked more. I shook the tree hard and sang, "shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge". Osmanthus fragrans have fallen like snowflakes. My head, body and shoes are covered with osmanthus fragrans. I looked at my mother. She leaned over, picking osmanthus flowers one by one, tilting her head from time to time and sipping her mouth at me.
Soon we filled a big basket of osmanthus fragrans, first picked out the twigs and leaflets from it, and then exposed them to the sun. After a few days in the sun, we will have golden dried osmanthus. At this time, my mother will make tea and Osmanthus Jelly with dried osmanthus. If I add a little dried osmanthus to the glutinous rice balls, I will eat two bowls at a time. At this time, my mother always scolds me as a greedy cat and gives me a cup of osmanthus tea.
In autumn and October, the whole city is immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus. Every time I smell this familiar sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, my mother's smiling face will appear in my mind, and I can't help but sigh: "It smells good!"
Wow, it smells good. 500 words 13 Wow, it smells good!
I opened the door and saw that my parents had gone out to work. The house is empty, and I am the only one at home. A free afternoon made me wait. Great!
Walking into my study, I felt great to see the ground clean and the books neatly arranged, as if someone had "done a great job". There is a small note on the desk, which reads: "Son, after you finish your homework on the desk, check your answers and correct your mistakes with pens of other colors, which will allow you to play computer for half an hour." Mom. "
As soon as I saw a computer that could play for half an hour, no matter what, I picked up the answer and copied it. Suddenly excited in my heart, very sweet. I thought to myself: "Mom is so stupid, let me check the answer, not afraid that I will copy it directly." I changed a few answers casually with pens of other colors and went directly to the computer room, feeling flattered.
Wow, it smells good!
After coming to the computer room, I turned on the computer, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door, took a bottle of Sprite and a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator downstairs, and ran to the computer room with a lot of snacks. As soon as I opened the door, a chill came out, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey. I can't tell you what it feels like! I sat on the sofa in front of the computer, crossing my legs, holding coke in one hand and snacks in the other, playing all the games on the computer, such as Plants vs Zombies and Survival of the Jedi ... for hours! There is no concept of time at all, just playing games, watching the live broadcast, and playing games after watching the live broadcast, which feels better than going on vacation!
Wow, it smells good!
Unconsciously in the evening, after eating snacks, I turned off the computer, slowly walked downstairs, found something to eat from the refrigerator, and put it on the table to eat.
Then I fell asleep unconsciously, dreaming that I became a character in the game.
Wow, it smells good!
This is really a happy afternoon. It smells delicious.
Wow, 14, a 500-word composition, walking into nature, sunshine, dirt and wild flowers can be seen everywhere ... walking into nature, followed by fatigue, homework and troubles ... walking into nature, suddenly found that in addition to boring study, playing mobile phones day and night, it can be so comfortable.
Go into nature, "find a cool place and read a book leisurely, and you will find that life will not be boring and you will not be bothered by homework." Sitting under a big tree, listening to the beautiful songs of birds, watching what you like, and a little wind blowing gently through your hair, you will be surprised. It turns out that the taste of earth is so sweet! Sit on the grass blanket and roll a few times, and you will smell the fragrance of grass. I can smell your blood if I'm not careful! Walking to the river, the water is "crystal clear, with fine stones in the middle, looking straight at it." When you go to the Yellow River, you will find your damn curiosity and guide you to approach. The water in this half river sand is shocking, which can't help but remind people that "if an arrow rushes, if a fierce wave surges".
Find a flat road, look at the wild flowers and lush plants on the roadside, and move forward. Wow! It smells good! At this time, I will bring a skateboard. It is better to exercise outside than to be bored at home. I'm not angry even if I fall down unfortunately. I'm just afraid of jumping and letting nature take its course.
Find a quiet place, take out the book you want to recite, concentrate, concentrate, and quickly enrich your brain. I'm not afraid of jokes from passers-by, but I'm afraid it's too soon. I went back to China with full load before I finished enjoying it. After a mental exercise, you will feel extremely proud. With beautiful scenery, it will be sweet to cry again and the wind will be sweet. Wow! It smells good!
On the hard road, you shouldn't say give up. There are beautiful scenery and smells. What can't be done? When you succeed, everything will get better, and you will not only be accompanied by "Wow! It smells good! " There is also the comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang' an flowers will see you one day".
Wow, it smells good. 500 words 15 I went for a walk in the field and read about picking chrysanthemums under the hedge. I came across a chrysanthemum.
In a flower cluster, there are peony, rose and other flowers, and a chrysanthemum at the foot is very inconspicuous.
The leaves are in his lower body. Small leaves are serrated and lovely in shape. Go up, there are petals. Pale yellow petals are layered and evenly distributed, surrounded by stamens. Stamens are low, and occasionally one or two naughty petals are higher than others. The sudden appearance is very pleasing. I reached out to touch its petals, and it just shook. It feels soft and soft, like a ball of wool. I couldn't help sticking out my nose and smelling it. Wow, it smells good.
After a while, a butterfly flew in and landed on the nearby rose, and several bees and butterflies came, all flying by the chrysanthemum. At this time, I began to look at other flowers. Most of them are red and pink, competing here. By contrast, chrysanthemums are dwarfed, but I still like chrysanthemums best.
Chrysanthemums always bloom after the flowers die. Even if they grow up among flowers, they never compete with each other, but retire and compete with the world, just like Tao Yuanming.
Although it is in full bloom in the cold autumn, chrysanthemum has not succumbed to the bleak autumn wind. It grows far away from flowers. Although the color is dim and the figure is short, it exudes a unique and elegant fragrance. Others say that you are passive and evasive, and dare not face the reality. But I think you are narcissistic and don't want to go with the world. You stand upright in the wind, and the wind bends your waist, but it won't make you fall; Rain can break your petals, but it won't destroy your body, let alone your soul.
Chrysanthemum, dried, can make tea and have a sip of tea. Taste and aroma can diminish inflammation, reduce fire and cultivate temperament. The fragrance of chrysanthemum flowers has been in my heart for a long time.
I'm leaving, smelling of chrysanthemums.