Excellent essay for middle school students: sunflowers

A hundred thousand sunflowers bloomed, and the flowers fluttered like flames, burning hot. The village was captured by the flowers, and the desert was occupied by the flowers. On the way to school, the road is lined with sunflower crowded smiling faces. Sunflowers bloom and blossom, and all the energy in the body is used to blossom. Why are they so happy, grinning, and opening up in a mess.

Where the sun is, the flowers are headed. What a magical flower!

My dad sat on the mound and smoked. He crushed the cigarette residue, rolled it in a strip of paper cut from the newspaper, rolled it up, and sucked it slowly, as if it were very sweet. Take one bite at a time, spitting out pale blue smoke. He looked at the flowers like broken gold on the ground, his eyes were full of comfort, and turned back and said, "Lady, this sunflower is blooming beautifully!" ”

I was sweating profusely. There were many branches secretly protruding from the armpits of the leaves, and the flower disc with the size of a fist was also trying to bloom. These must be taken off, not wanted. By the way, look at the weeds under your feet, unpleasant, a kick to fly.

The leaves and flower plates that came down were all the fresh and tender rations of the gray donkey. It chewed happily, the corners of its mouth dripping with green juice, and its body shone with oil. There were two clangs, and the fur on his body trembled and trembled.

I also have a sheep with a big belly that also eats sunflower leaves on the mound. I deliberately threw the leaves on the door of its head, and it shook its head, not looking at me, and hurriedly searching for the delicate leaves to eat. It is a realm in which there is only grass in its eyes, not me.

In the early morning, the sun poured on the desert, pouring on the sunflowers, and the golden color was almost helpless. A hundred thousand flowers, facing east, seemed to hear the sound of a fierce burning, so much so that even the desert was about to be ignited.

There was silence, only the sound of flowers blooming. The birds don't chirp, but the flowers are noisy. Take a look, lost his armor after being beaten by the beauty of the wild, and fled into the wilderness. Something too beautiful to make people feel inferior.

A grand flower event swept by. When the flowers are in full bloom, they are harvested. Sunflower seeds began to become full and bulged day by day. Flower thanks are a flowering event.

After the sunflower seeds are full, the flower tray is cut off. Every household cut off the flower tray and left the branches behind. The sunflower stalks that remain in the ground stand up like a cane. The crutches stopped green and slowly became yellowish and black and thin. The leaves trembled in the wind, withered, and were plucked by the wind.

A place of thin bones, lonely, aging, holding on to the cold weather every day.

The first half of life is glorious, the second half of life is cold – do you think this is true?

No, the light stalk without a flower tray, neck extended forward, still facing east, not messy at all. A hundred thousand crutches, the neck hook is stretched forward, towards the sun, implying a powerful momentum. This distant artistic conception really has a thrilling beauty.

One early winter morning, I was late for school. Out of the village, I was suddenly shocked by a huge momentum: the mighty 100,000 sunflower stalks in the desert were like dense arrows shot down from the sky, which was astonishing. Bright frost fell on the branches, shining in the sun. Sunflowers craned their necks, all facing east, black and glowing, like eyes. None of them have been chaotic, solemn, solemn, and vast. That kind of Xiao Xiao momentum made me panic at once. I fear that at some point they will kneel down and bow to the East.

Burst into tears, because I was moved. Oh my God, what a feeling in the hearts of these light branches! The vast earth, the grass and trees are the masters, we are just passers-by.

There must be some secrets hidden in time that we don't know, the grass and trees know, and the heavens and the earth know. Even if it withers and loses the flower plate, the inner persistence is still the same, or the pattern is not chaotic. All things are born, all things are prosperous. And this solemnity, this depression, is providence--only the grass and trees themselves perceive.