The wind remembers the flower composition 800 words

2022-04-22 21:27:21 7

Chrysanthemum, for me, seems to have a different fate. When birth, it is the season of Juju. Listening to my grandmother said that the chrysanthemum in the garden is exceptionally good, bursts of autumn wind, flowers and fragrant, intoxicating.

I am drunk in Juxiang, just as I am drunk in that love. After the autumn wind, I remembered my grandmother, I remembered the grace that belonging to my grandmother.

Grandma is like a chrysanthemum, fresh and beautiful.

The grandmother in the photo, the clothes are not clear, the shoes are also the oldest cloth shoes, the photo poses is stiff, such a "old soil", what is the fresh and beautiful shadow? But the afternoon, grandfather moved the sun, sitting on the old vine chair and chatted with grandmother. He said that grandmother is married, it is really beautiful, wearing the most traditional red wedding clothes, the head is golden, squatting powder on white face, but also exquisite, the Tsing Yi on the stage is not as good as her nice. I don't believe, smile and say, you, is a lover's eyes in Xi Shi! Grandpa shook his head, anxious, your grandmother is really beautiful, like ... Grandfather's muddy eyes are in a hurry to find a word in his mind. "Is it like a chrysanthemum?" I rushed. "To the right! Like a child!" With a smile with a full-faced child, the eyes are condensed on the top of the window sill, and the blurtes sent to another world.

Grandma is like a chrysanthemum, thin and tough. Listening to my mother said that when I was young, my grandfather got a battlefield, a weak woman, pulled her and little. Faced with a shortage of food shortages, it is always killed by a chaotic gun. The danger of the bomb that is fell off at any time, the grandmother changed gentle and gentle appearance, and changed to the most robust relying on the child. That day, it was very bitter, you couldn't say it.

Chrysanthemum is not only available to appreciation, but also can do medicine. If you break the skin, smash the chrysanthemum, apply it on the wound, don't have to be good for a few days. Grandma can do, spring, summer, autumn and winter is not idle. The spring breeze, opened a hundred flowers, and the grandmother picked the flowers of the backyard, made a flowers cake, the trustee gave me and my parents in the city; summer inflammation, grandmother took the ripe lotus in the pool, not far away Holding a crowded train to come in the city, just to make a bowl of lotus soup; autumn wind learning, fruitful, grandmother, call us to go home, taste the first batch of fruit this year; winter wind is like a knife, New Year, Grandma On the end, a table, congratulations for the whole family. Grandma is never too tired, but it is just that she is in such a character, and she has been in the world.

I am a wind, and I have rushed to the other side of my dreams; my grandmother is chrysanthemum, and I am scattered with jumina. Since then, the wind remembers the floral.