That wisp of flower fragrance. The fragrance of flowers deep in my heart.

In fact, the most precious and important things in the world are their family, their feelings and hearts, their life and health, happiness and happiness, their life and career, their personality and dignity. It can also be said that five people should cherish it, namely parents, brothers, friends, lovers and themselves. These are the most precious things in your life, and they are also the most worthwhile.

Because only his family's love is eternal and will never be put down. Love is thicker than water, and only love is eternal affection.

In the world, only their feelings are their own business, nothing can make the past gloomy, only you are the most real.

A person's life, life is precious, health is capital, as long as you cherish yourself and cherish life, it is the most valuable.

We just treat life with optimism, and happiness will be everywhere. This is a feeling of happiness. Happiness is a bunch of flowers. When the flower of the soul blows gently, it gives off a leisurely and intoxicating fragrance.

Life and career are our ideals and goals, and we have realized that heaven is hell. Now that you are alive, you must live better. If you know the way of life, if you can enjoy your own colors, sounds, lights, smells and beauty in the world at any time, life will become an endless journey of fun.

Remember a bunch of flowers, a bunch of flowers.

Outside the window, the moon stars are rare, brightly lit, the moonlight is like water, and cicadas sing softly. Gardenia petals cast a black shadow and hit the flowers.

JunkoS thought of the girl again.

That girl is very beautiful. With long flowing hair, Ming Che's eyes are like streams, and her face is white. When she smiles, she will have two shallow dimples. When JunkoS met her, she was wearing a pure white skirt, very white, very white, especially when the wind blew, the skirt was lifted gently, her hair floated slightly, her face was happy with a smile, and her mouth rose slightly, showing her purity.

What JunkoS likes best is the white gardenia on her body, so beautiful and so white. There is also a faint fragrance floating from time to time, especially when the breeze is slow, the fragrance is stronger, and JunkoS is intoxicated. Plumes of flowers are engraved in JunkoS's deepest memory.

JunkoS still remembers the day when they met. At that time, Junko hardly got along with strangers, and she didn't even know how to get along with strangers.

It was on the path after the rain, the breeze was blowing gently, the willows were lingering, the sun was shining bit by bit, and it was warm and comfortable. JunkoS walked casually in the flower shop and didn't notice the gardenias blooming by the roadside. It is so fragrant and fresh. The girl also hurried to come over. The footsteps of "da da" and "da da" came.

"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you." The girl touched her head and pulled the white skirt with her hand, so she was embarrassed to say. I also helped JunkoS pick up the book that fell to the ground, and her hair suddenly fell down. JunkoS smelled the wisps of gardenia fragrance on the girl, so fresh and elegant; The flowers on that white skirt are so beautiful and white; That girl's voice is so thin and sweet. Gardenia seems to have blossomed in JunkoS's heart.

"No, no, it doesn't matter." JunkoS's face suddenly turned red and she had to scratch her head. "We," the girl paused and said, "can we talk? I am bored alone. " It was the girl who broke the deadlock first. She smiles and has a crescent mouth. At that time, JunkoS thought she was beautiful. How should I get along with this stranger?

JunkoS left with her after all, and they had a good chat. The girl gets along well with JunkoS. A breeze blew, and JunkoS saw the most beautiful side of the girl. The girl's skirt rose slightly, white and elegant. The fluttering ribbons, swaying willows and white gardenias on the skirt are particularly beautiful. The wisps of gardenia fragrance also floated in waves, which was refreshing.

After the rain, there was water on the ground, and the car passed quickly, and the water splashed up bit by bit. "Brush pull-"A car sped by, and the water splashed quickly.

Remember a wisp of flowers. Article 1: Remember a wisp of flowers when it is cold. When you enter the room, you will always smell a faint fragrance, which is a pot of daffodils. In the dim light, there is a soft light, which seems to be mixed with a faint fragrance, hiding grandpa's love for me. Grandpa is seventy years old, but he is always busy and always plays with some flowers. Because he likes daffodils, at the beginning of the new year, grandpa began to water the flowers. He first took out daffodil seedlings in a big wooden basin and carefully soaped them. None of the daffodils fell. Grandpa carefully wiped them, let them rest for a while, and then carefully washed the soap off the flowers. He cleaned it carefully, even the small cracks in the leaves. Grandpa repeats this work carefully every year, like making a beautiful work of art, without exception. I often ask disapprovingly, "Grandpa, this washing method is too slow. Just soak in the water. " At this time, grandpa always smiled and said to me, "This washing method will produce more flowers, and it will be more fragrant than the flowers soaked in water." This is not only to make the flowers more fragrant, but also includes his expectation and love for life! In a blink of an eye, I am already in the second day of junior high school, my study is getting worse and worse, and my time with my grandfather is getting less and less. Every year, the pot of daffodils carefully cultivated by my grandfather is always placed in the corner of my desk. In the first month of that year, I was writing at my desk. The fragrance of daffodils seeped into my heart, and the blooming white flowers jumped into my eyes. The softest place in my heart was touched at once, and I quickly dialed a phone call. Grandpa's voice soon came from the other end of the phone. The voice is more surprised and old. Grandpa has been asking me if the flowers are fragrant, how is my study recently, and whether I am tired of learning. I have said a lot. Ear, grandpa's cordial greetings, eyes, daffodils goose yellow core, nose, faint fragrance, faintly sour nose ... Maybe you will say that the sun, the moon and the stars have changed, not to mention in this ever-changing world. But I feel that some people have some feelings that will never change, like flowers and affection. Chapter 2: I remember a wisp of flowers outside the window. The moon stars are rare and brightly lit. The moonlight is like water, and cicadas sing softly. Gardenia petals cast a black shadow and hit the flowers. JunkoS thought of the girl again. That girl is very beautiful. With long flowing hair, Ming Che's eyes are like streams, and her face is white. When she smiles, she will have two shallow dimples. When JunkoS met her, she was wearing a pure white skirt, very white, very white, especially when the wind blew, the skirt was lifted gently, her hair floated slightly, her face was happy with a smile, and her mouth rose slightly, showing her purity. What JunkoS likes best is the white gardenia on her body, so beautiful and so white. There is also a faint fragrance floating from time to time, especially when the breeze is slow, the fragrance is stronger, and JunkoS is intoxicated. Plumes of flowers are engraved in JunkoS's deepest memory. JunkoS still remembers the day when they met. At that time, Junko hardly got along with strangers, and she didn't even know how to get along with strangers. It was on the path after the rain, the breeze was blowing gently, the willows were lingering, the sun was shining bit by bit, and it was warm and comfortable. JunkoS walked casually in the flower shop and didn't notice the gardenias blooming by the roadside. It is so fragrant and fresh. The girl also hurried to come over. The footsteps of "da da" and "da da" came. "Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you." The girl touched her head and pulled the white skirt with her hand, so she was embarrassed to say. I also helped JunkoS pick up the book that fell to the ground, and her hair suddenly fell down. JunkoS smelled the wisps of gardenia fragrance on the girl, so fresh and elegant; The flowers on that white skirt are so beautiful and white; That girl's voice is so thin and sweet. Gardenia seems to have blossomed in JunkoS's heart. "No, no, it doesn't matter." JunkoS's face suddenly turned red and she had to scratch her head. "We," the girl paused and said, "can we talk? I am bored alone. " It was the girl who broke the deadlock first. She smiles and has a crescent mouth. At that time, JunkoS thought she was beautiful. How should I get along with this stranger? JunkoS left with her after all, and they had a good chat. The girl gets along well with JunkoS. A breeze blew, and JunkoS saw the most beautiful side of the girl. The girl's skirt rose slightly, white and elegant. The fluttering ribbons, swaying willows and white gardenias on the skirt are particularly beautiful. The wisps of gardenia fragrance also floated in waves, which was refreshing. After the rain, there was water on the ground, and the car passed quickly, and the water splashed up bit by bit. "Brush pull-"A car sped by, and the water splashed quickly.

Kindness is a bunch of flowers. Who guides you when you are helpless and who helps you when you are in trouble? Friends, relatives ... they are like nameless flowers, emitting wisps of flowers, silently caring for you and helping you when you are unconscious.

I like jasmine. Its flowers are so small that people hardly notice it. Its leaves are oval and look shiny. Flowers are white and have a strong fragrance, just like the love of relatives. I've always loved you, but if you don't find it carefully, it's not easy to find it. When you are in trouble and helpless, the person you love gives off a strong fragrance of flowers, which will help you open the way and lead you there ... Most mothers are seemingly loving, but their fathers are different. But everyone loves in different ways, right? Therefore, I like the slightly thick jasmine fragrance. ...

I like ... ...

Parents' love makes me love my parents, because what they give me is not doting. But ..... For example, if I am a little flower, he often waters it, but he always waters it in a certain amount, so that I don't feel dependent. I should thank those who care and love me.

Besides, I also like day lilies, because they are my mother's flowers in festivals. And a girl who is not sad, listening to this name is very nice. Although this kind of grass has never been seen before, it should be beautiful if you imagine it out of thin air after listening to this name! Forget your troubles, I hope everyone will have no troubles and be happy all day! And roses, carnations ...

Remember a wisp of floral ingredients. . . . When you bow your head in cold weather and enter the house, you will always smell a faint fragrance and follow it. This is a pot of daffodils. In the dim light, there is a soft light, which seems to be mixed with a faint fragrance, hiding grandpa's love for me.

Grandpa is seventy years old, but he is always busy and always plays with some flowers. Because he likes daffodils, at the beginning of the new year, grandpa began to water the flowers. He first took out daffodil seedlings in a big wooden basin and carefully soaped them. None of the daffodils fell. Grandpa carefully wiped them, let them rest for a while, and then carefully washed the soap off the flowers. He cleaned it carefully, even the small cracks in the leaves. Grandpa repeats this work carefully every year, like making a beautiful work of art, without exception.

I often ask disapprovingly, "Grandpa, this washing method is too slow. Just soak in the water. " At this time, grandpa always smiled and said to me, "This washing method will produce more flowers, and it will be more fragrant than the flowers soaked in water." This is not only to make the flowers more fragrant, but also includes his expectation and love for life!

In a blink of an eye, I am already in the second day of junior high school, my study is getting worse and worse, and my time with my grandfather is getting less and less. Every year, the pot of daffodils carefully cultivated by my grandfather is always placed in the corner of my desk. In the first month of that year, I was writing at my desk. The fragrance of daffodils seeped into my heart, and the blooming white flowers jumped into my eyes. The softest place in my heart was touched at once, and I quickly dialed a phone call. Grandpa's voice soon came from the other end of the phone. The voice is more surprised and old. Grandpa has been asking me if the flowers are fragrant, how is my study recently, and whether I am tired of learning. I have said a lot. In my ears, it is my grandfather's cordial greetings. In my eyes, it is the yellow core of daffodils. In my nose, it is a faint fragrance that makes my nose sour. ...

Maybe you will say that the sun, the moon and the stars all change from time to time, not to mention in this ever-changing world. But I feel that some people have some feelings that will never change, like flowers and affection.

I remember a wisp of floral fragrance-800-word orange blossom, small, white, with pale yellow stamens, like a shy little girl. Every April, when the orange trees are in bloom, I walk on the path or the edge of the field in my hometown, and a gust of wind blows. The fresh and natural fragrance of orange blossom will make me intoxicated. There are naturally many orange trees around my grandparents' house. I can reach out and pick one from grandma's balcony to smell it, and the fragrance of orange flowers will also float into the room.

When it smells of orange blossom again, I can't help thinking of my late grandfather. Today is also the day when my mother took me to visit his grave. Two days before Tomb-Sweeping Day, I stood in front of the grave with a bunch of chrysanthemums in my hand and asked for a long time, "Grandpa, did you have a good time in heaven?" I really want to hold a handful of hometown soil and pick an orange blossom from my hometown for you to smell. But our hometown has been abandoned because of the construction of the Three Gorges Dam, and now it has been flooded. After two months, the water level will rise to 156 meters. The former home has become the Dragon Palace, realizing the wish of leaving Pinghu in Gaoxia, which is also your old wish. I think you will forgive me for not bringing you flowers from my hometown, hometown.

Looking back, my grandfather worked in a small town not far from home, that is, doing rural work, and he was also a big official in this town-the secretary of the town party Committee. In order to make the farmers in a town in Qian Qian get rid of the hat of poverty and backwardness and embark on the road of prosperity, he devoted all his efforts to the farmers before retiring, and then put his mind on his home after retirement. Fortunately, there is a capable grandmother at home. When I was a child, I liked to play at my grandfather's house, because there were many good fresh fruits and dried fruits in my grandfather's house or peanuts, sweet fruits and corn bubbles made by farmers, which didn't seem to break all year round, and because my grandfather lived in a quadrangle, several families and many children, it was very lively. I spent weekends and holidays there. Grandpa who retired at home took the lead in planting many landscape trees in the small village where he lived. First, he cooperated with Three Gorges immigrants. Second, he can generate income and get rich. Because many new towns need to be relocated, a large number of landscape trees are needed to green the new towns, and many citrus reticulata need to be transplanted to high slopes, which also requires a large number of small orange seedlings. So my grandfather planted small orange seedlings in front of and behind his house, grafted them in the second year and sold them in the third year. Also rented the villagers' idle land to plant landscape trees, and many units came to buy them one after another. In this way, my grandfather became rich in a few years. When I was a child, I was very interested in everything the Foreign Affairs Office did. I followed my grandfather's tandem running and admired his personality and hard-working spirit.

I like a small tree called dog orange planted by my grandfather best. This kind of young tree is mainly planted for grafting navel orange trees. The grafted navel orange tree not only has a short growth period, but also produces navel oranges with good taste and large fruit. The villagers call it the first generation navel orange. Small pomelo can also be used as a landscape tree, or as a kind of golden fruit with skin, but the pulp is not delicious and will lose teeth when it is sour, but the skin is sweet and hemp, which can stimulate appetite and can be used as a Chinese patent medicine. Its shape is like citrus, but it is much smaller than citrus. It is very beautiful, and its flower fragrance is similar to orange blossom. There has always been such a small grapefruit on our balcony that we can't smell it. There is also a special tree in my grandfather's house, which few people have seen. This tree is a grapefruit tree. Because it was left by the seniors many years ago, it is not very delicious, but it is quite high. Boys in the village often climb up to play, and I can climb up to play. Grapefruit is quite big, but because it is not very delicious, it can be hung on a tree for people to enjoy all year round. It was not until the next year that all the pomelos fell. My grandfather dropped all the tender branches of this pomelo tree, leaving only some main stems, and then bought delicious Shatian pomelo branches, navel orange branches, orange branches and touch orange branches ... it seems that five kinds of branches have been grafted on it. The next year, the trees were covered with all kinds of solid fruits, which attracted many people to watch. Every kind of fruit is delicious and beautiful. Unfortunately, it has sunk to the bottom now.

The rich grandfather didn't forget the villagers in his village. He recruited villagers to learn skills and taught them how to graft oranges and how to manage them. I remember that there are two poorest villagers in my hometown, and my grandfather funded them to study abroad, which just brought them all to the road of prosperity. Now their lives are thriving. Grandpa once helped us when we visited his grave two days ago. A villager named Haiwazi gave him a treasure.

Sitting on grandma's balcony, reaching out and picking one and smelling it, the fragrance of orange blossom will also float into the room. This is also ... there has always been such a small pot of oranges on our balcony. When I can't smell the fragrance of oranges in my hometown, the fragrance of small orange flowers becomes it. ...

In the morning, I was soft and sleepy, carrying a bulging schoolbag and leaning against the bus stop. He chewed the unfinished bread and looked at whether there was a car in the distance.

Every day is like this-same place, same scene, same person, same me. For these things that I have long been accustomed to, I can say them with my eyes closed. The uncle on the left seems to work in a processing factory and wears the same gray uniform every day. Love stand is a fashionable aunt waiting for the bus on the right. ...

Didi ~ the car honked to the station and the crowd rushed in. When I entered the carriage, I suddenly smelled a wisp of flowers and couldn't help saying, "It smells good!" . I hurried to find the source of the smell. It turned out to be a bunch of lilies sandwiched between two windows on the left. I was quickly squeezed into the middle of the carriage by the crowd and found a seat in the back. The bus started again, and I carefully observed the people sitting under the flower. It is a girl who takes the same bus with me every day, but gets off two stops earlier than me. The uncle in uniform sat down and said to the person next to him, "It smells good." "Yes" and "..."

The next stop arrived, and the people at the next stop rushed forward. Everyone who comes up can't help but say, "It smells good!" "The people in the car will kindly point to the bouquet of lilies on the window. When people coming up from behind see it, they will smile and sit next to the person who gives him advice and say hello to each other. After a while, the people in the car began to talk to their neighbors. It turns out that people who take this bus are already familiar with it, but they never talk.

At the girls' station, everyone stopped talking. I saw the girl take off the lily, took a deep breath at the lily, then inserted the lily in the window and got off the bus. I looked at her through the window, and the early morning sun slanted in from the outside, dyeing the girl's hair tips golden. Why didn't you find her so beautiful before? The car continued to walk, carrying a car full of people who "have long known".

Life is full of familiar strangers. In fact, just a wisp of flower fragrance can eliminate the dust in people's hearts, and the true feelings are like flowers. Let's listen attentively to the lasting fragrance of flowers.

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