Hands bloom the flower of life Poetry/Banna Mengla No. 1 Middle School Zhou Yanfeng
The world is so beautiful, what do we love about it?Ten fingers blooming flowers!//
My father dug the ground with a hoe, and the hoe made the fragrance into the most beautiful fruit tree. The mother then sows the seeds, and the action is as beautiful as a goddess scattering flowers.
The flower of ten fingers, the flower of life, flies in hope and bears fruit in sweat, calls for the plants and trees to bloom in the garden, dances in the kitchen, forms a phalanx of beautiful women on the workbench, spreads the fragrance of the heart in the pen and fragrances the truth in the book, weaves the visual brocade on the stage, jumps from the strings to the atrium of the heart, and splices it together on the drawing paper to form a new home and a harmonious scene.
Kissing a friend's hand, the flower of friendship connects two springs. Touching her lover's hand, the flower of happiness bloomed into her heart. Take the child's hand and plant the sunflower into the young life.
Without love in life, there is no spring in your hands. If you sit idly by, idle and stretch out your hands when you eat, the god of beauty is on your ten fingers, leaving only dead branches and leaves.
