The mother chrysanthemum of the homeland is in bloom again, is flickering in the autumn wind. Every one, one cluster, a clump of a group of people or things, slices, are interspersing the hill field, the stone precipice of the gully. That is a smart soul in winter. Like a celestial being apt to change, will be golden yellow all over the hills and plains the shakedown will scatter, play the part of my homeland magnificently, beautifully.
I do not know what there is in winter in my homeland. Remember light to nowadays, heart of me it has to be then a prosperous forever mother chrysanthemum always only, being proudly open, they grow with self-confidence, until I root in the abyss of the mind, it is since I the a corners of heart one party golden pure land,it have soul of me cleansed if a beach of autumn water that moves clevers.
Desolate in winter in homeland, broken rattan withered grass, fallen leaves are numerous and complicated, the green pines and verdant cypresses are too green, is not like color of human world, have fewer vigor, it is deserted and lonely to just add somewhat. At this moment, get except clump clump wild chrysanthemum anything come, decorate winter again. I am amazed at these golden yellow small flowers more than once, so bleak a winter, in in being so coarse leaf, why it draws to be so petite that make people flower of love so. In the big flower like that nail, conceal so many and small spirits, the golden yellow petals both enclose into a circle totally, encloses the pistil of the middle, so much rectangular little particle of shape, jostle together, it arranges to be so firm a piece of pistil, extremely lovely! Sometimes, will get out of an insect the pistil, throbed the wings which is stained with the pollen flew away.
There is an old cypress behind the room of my home, always there are several clump mother chrysanthemums under the tree. In spring, they sprout, it is brilliant to yearn for; In summer, they grow, it is magnificent to pursue; In autumn, they burst forth, it is beautiful to meet. Just,come over these several years, winter always time,it is have by seal at winter not to type, the mother chrysanthemum has been just chosen to open in winter. They are not keen on dancing together with those maple leaves that is so red as to like fire, float, the family chrysanthemum not extremely considered worth doing and shown special favour to either strives for the favour, just in full bloom in the cold wind quietly, stand upright blamelessly, does not fear the chill. Only because they have golden persistent burning hot hearts. Perhaps at this moment, national beauty and heavenly fragrance in flourishing spring and summer season are held in those, hiding in the arms of the soil stealthily, titter mother chrysanthemum silly overbearing, mother chrysanthemum how can ridicule favourite son that spend delicate and gentle and cowardly in bottom of heart? Mother chrysanthemum at this moment, any more recluse that spend, let all over a beautiful scenery of precipice, field of hill and stone of gully go, become the noticeable focus in the wilderness field.
In season that the mother chrysanthemum bursts forth every year, I always come to the field personally, after several parades, select two bunches of most beautiful flowers in the flower all over the hills and plains, insert it in the small bottle on my desk. Immediately, the fragrant flavor of the wild chrysanthemum fills the air everywhere in the room. Close one’s eyes, seem to be full of the mother chrysanthemum around. Twist one into pieces, dip in a full a fragrance of flowers pointed definitely. Then, while washing hands, the fragrance of flowers falls in the basin; While studying, the fragrance of flowers is mixing the fragrance of books to ooze into the spleen of heart; While sleeping, the fragrance of flowers fills the air in the quilt, accompany me to do the dream like the flower of a beauty
Nowadays, my life is in a greatly reduced state compared with what it used to be. Go to school at ancient town, come back home first to weekend while being every. Leave home return to school, have several have a sentimental attachment for always, how much be disconsolate. The very high threshold has already divided the world into setting aside into homeland and strange land, when leave, how many does deep love looks back to total unavoidably, does the home remain unchanged? Does the native soil remain unchanged? Wave and wave, say good-bye to the skies of the homeland, say good-bye to the clouds of the homeland, will fix one’s eyes on the mother chrysanthemums of a place of that mountain, afford to exert all one’s effort. When getting to the campus, besides having a meal and sleeping, sit in the classroom all day, is demonstrating students’ dream between heart, see through the window once in a while, only see the skies of that half-angle too. The ancient town that goes to school is not big, are all mountain ridge and land all around, have mother chrysanthemums occasionally on those wasteland, also just dispersing fragmentarily, fragrance spread 5 kilometers as wild chrysanthemum of homeland far. ” once vicissitudes embarrassed water “ ,The mother chrysanthemum in the alien land, I can not really can take a fancy to. Fragmentary wild chrysanthemum at the wasteland, brain of me appear, produce a pack of mighty pictures come on again - -In the piecingly cold wind, one cluster, a clump of a group of people or things, blocks of mother chrysanthemums spread all over the hill field, gully stone precipice, radiate the magnificent golden light, in the ashen sky, stand upright, flourishing, beautiful
從小就有個舞蹈夢，希望以後跟芭蕾舞(ballet)結緣，做一位優雅的舞者。
普通話課程 Putonghua 辦公室傢俱 婚紗攝影
