I want to know how many flowers are broken.

In normal study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. What is the composition you have seen? The following are the essays I collected and I don't know how many flowers have broken, for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

And I am thinking, how many flowers have been broken 1 Maybe, everyone's life is like a dream.

However, there are too many helplessness in this dream, and we can't change the helplessness.

Some people always think it's best for each other.

Things have changed, and I look back and find that what I gave him was never what he wanted.

Some people are afraid that once things are revealed, it means that things will be changed.

And these changes may make her life uneasy.

Therefore, she chose the ostrich way to avoid the problem.

I don't know, it is because of her mentality that she lost that vital person.

Some people, once they leave, never come back. Once, she thought that the person engraved in her life.

I don't know when. His absence in her life is so important.

Some people want to change their lives and take advantage of people who love them.

Let yourself get what you want.

Some people betray their friends because of life.

She got what she wanted. However, her life is not happy.

Often in the middle of the night, she will ask herself, if I do it again, will I betray her?

Some injuries, very painful. Because it wasn't anyone else who stabbed you in the chest,

But a friend who accompanied you along the way.

I don't know how many flowers bloom and fall. There are many poems about spring in ancient times. In addition to praising and loving spring, there are also many poems that express feelings that hurt spring and feel very sorry for the beautiful spring that is about to pass away.

It's sad that spring is over. Flowers fall one after another, getting more and more spectacular day by day, and gradually losing their elegance. At the end of the flowering period, there is no arrogance before, pride has withered, and sadness is scattered all over the place.

I picked up a fallen flower under the tree. The flower has withered, and the sticky petals smell bad, as if it were the last tear it left. It's so sad. It's a pity for your prosperity. It's a pity. These flowers used to be so proud that countless people came to watch them, but in the end, they all died and left the land. Is this true for every flower? I seem to understand the sadness of Daiyu's burial, and I can't help feeling sorry for this fallen flower.

Spring injury, spring injury. What a beautiful season spring is. Colorful flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing. When people live in this fragrance, all the unhappiness will disappear. But all good things have an end. Spring has gradually come to an end, the flowers have withered, the sadness is getting bigger and bigger, and finally the smile is covered. All the good past is just the past.

But even if spring is over, beauty will come next spring. As long as you have a good attitude, the flowers will bloom again. It's not too late for people to get together again and have a cup of tea to catch up, right?

And I'm thinking, how many flowers are broken, and they will bloom next year, and I'm no longer sad for them.

I don't know how many flowers have been folded. 3 The lights in Fengqi Palace are on all night, and the bright yellow lights on the dressing table set off the wedding ceremony and wedding dress, showing extremely noble family bearing.

Ye Yin Xun rubbed the needle and thread on her clothes, and the purple cloth lined her eyes with blood and tears, and her ears echoed with clear words.

"You are the one who postponed the trial, and death is the ghost who postponed the trial. I have been postponing the trial. "

She still remembers that when he left, the tenderness and cruelty in his brow were vividly presented in an instant.

Ye pulled the Hosta from her hair, and in an instant, the ink flew down, which was beautiful.

She stepped out of Fengqi Palace, leaving behind her her splendor, and her clothes danced with the wind, just like the clear rain of petals.

Leaves will never belong to Tuoba Court. When flowers bloom for an instant, nothing can last forever.

At present, it is the cold grave of Zuo Yao. Ye Yin Xun smiled. She accompanied him all his life, even till death do us part.

Ye Yin Xun stepped forward step by step and muttered, "Zuo Yao ..."

When she met him at the age of eight, everything was doomed at a glance in the crowd.

He died eight years before her, and his life took away all her love and hate.

Ye Yin Xun leaned against the tombstone, as if everything was there, and Zuo Yan was still alive.

"Zuo Yao," tears overflowed in her eyes, "Ye owes you, and Ye will give you back this life, okay?"

She closed her eyes calmly, and suddenly Yan Ting's face appeared. His dragon robe is extremely noble above ten thousand people, but it is getting farther and farther away from her.

One night, the peach blossom has no tears. ...

And I was thinking about how many flowers were broken. I shed crystal tears again. The peach blossoms are gone. When will Chun Yan come back? If I walk into a dream, I will see petals. What I feel is my heartache. The breeze woke me up. I stretched out my hand and saw the bright moon, and the hazy beauty was imprinted in my heart. I, fell asleep. ...

I dreamed of the same painful thing: when I was a child, my companion was only my sister. One day, we also came outside on a moonlit night. My sister spread out her palm, and a butterfly flew out of her hand and flew far away. My sister said to me, "Look, you will be like that butterfly, never to return." I gently picked a petal and scattered it into the air. ...

Suddenly, I woke up. Ruthless tears fell on my face. Looking up quietly, the moonlight shines on my face. I went out to bathe in the light of the stars and the moon. Inadvertently, I knocked down a petal. I looked up at the sky as if my sister were smiling at me and reaching out to me. I'm drunk. ...

I don't know how many flowers I have folded. Composition 5: I woke up from my dream and it was dawn. Fate broke up and people left.

Miss you, where are you? I am here, waiting for you.

My dearest whisper, I always miss you here.

In the dream, you came back, hugged me and said you missed me. Me too. We hugged like two crazy people, crying and laughing.

However, the dream will wake up eventually and you won't come back. Looking at the shadow cast by the sun on the ground outside the window, I still can't help but miss you.

We have been best friends since childhood, doing everything together. We have a young man who committed a crime. We used to sing saliva songs loudly in the street. We once took a sip of beer at the night market and said it was cool. We used to race by bike together, but in the end we collapsed and said we were so tired. We agreed to stay together all the time, but we muttered to ourselves. Why did you tell me you were going abroad? You said you might not come back. You said you would miss me. I want to hear you say that you are teasing me, but your expression is more serious than before. Finally, I believed it, which is true.

Later, you left the place where you grew up, left me who missed you, left everything you were familiar with, left yourself in this city, and missed you all the time.

Walking in the street, I don't have your thoughts in my ears, and I don't have your figure around me. Walking alone slowly, time becomes so slow, and I will wait for you to come back in this slow situation.

It's getting dark, I'm going to bed, my dear muttered. In my dream, let's meet.

And I wonder how many flowers have been broken. How many months are there in my life? How many 10 months pregnant with how much sadness? I never dare to think of sadness. I think this is the best explanation for dreams. ...

10-10, I will suddenly find that after watching "How many flowers fall into a dream", my noise is more decadent, like shouting in a bunker of waste gas. In October, I read a dream and went back to the dam weir. What I saw was no longer the waves floating, and I cried. I was 16 years old that year, and I only remember the fence that year.

Sadness-Sometimes, when I see floating clouds flowing quietly, my heart is full of sadness. I feel that the days have passed, and all the people who said they would never give up have fallen on the horizon. The ending is like this. So I feel headache after reading How many flowers fall in my dream. How can those flowers that bloom in life and reincarnation understand the pain in the world?

Qian Yu Qian Xun ...

And I don't know how many flowers bloom. 7 Drifting duckweed has no roots, broken kite has no worries, no home, no running water and no feet, and Beijing M. Guo has no soul.

God gave Jing M.Guo a knife, and he used it to analyze himself bit by bit, shaking off all his beautiful wounds and sorrows in front of the world, so he became a famous writer of the New Youth School. So I saw the wound in the sun, just like the Rift Valley in East Africa.

Does it hurt? I don't know. What about you?

Anyone who has seen How Many Flowers Fall in a Dream knows that some people lament for Gu Xiaobei and Lin Lan, others lament for Lu Xu, and I am moved by their friendship. "Life is precious, and love is more expensive." In fact, how great friendship is, how worth writing about.

A thick book "A Dream with Flowers Falling", in fact, only one nursery rhyme sums up all the pain and bitterness, and has nothing to do with love and friendship.

I remember when I was young/you liked talking, I liked laughing/the wind was in the treetops, the birds were singing/I fell asleep somehow/I knew how many flowers were falling in my dream. .......

I wonder how many flowers have been broken. There is a lyric "Being together is called a dream, and being apart is called pain. Does it mean that unfinished dreams are the most painful? " Dreams are like cartoons, and everything can happen.

I just met Sanmao from a very good friend. She likes San Mao very much. She bought all the books written by San Mao, and I will read them. Sanmao is also one of the few authors I know. I seldom read such books.

I remember listening to San Mao when I didn't know who she was. The first thing I know is the ending of Sanmao. She committed suicide. I didn't understand it at that time, but after reading his first novel, I fell in love with her. Her personality is simple, crisp, crazy and free. These are what we are pursuing now, but few people can do it.

Sanmao's book also thought that our graduation stopped. I like the three hairs on her. She's gone, so there's no need to look. But now my memory of Sanmao stays on Jose, and she is dead.

And I am thinking, how many flowers have broken, although she ended her life, but left us to see the farther world. San Mao and Chen Maoping, goodbye.

I don't know how many flowers have been folded. 9 The night is dim and cicadas are singing without sleep.

The green grass hung its head and slept comfortably on the pillow.

You lie prone in front of the window and fall asleep sweetly.

Look, how beautiful it is! A beautiful view of spring: the grass rippling in the breeze, the delicate flowers sticking out their heads and smiling at the earth, the wind gently blowing your face and leaving a kiss.

You strode over, picked a flower and had a good time. You forget your troubles, time, and an empty dream.

Suddenly, the beautiful scenery in front of me gradually disappeared. You panicked and woke up with a scream. Muttered: It was a dream. .....

You miss the picturesque scenery in your dream, and you lie at the window and sigh. The cool wind blew away your almost vanished drowsiness.

You look into the distance, and the crape myrtle leaves fall with the wind. Canhua sighed alone under the tree and lamented her fate. .....

Looking at the fallen flowers, I can't help sighing, but I am in a dream. You know, the dream is picturesque, I don't know how many flowers have been folded?

And I'm thinking about how many flowers bloom 10. She is the lonely queen and the butterfly that I feel most.

No matter from what point of view, she can only be the strongest-in a word, how similar to Noel! Sharp words, refined manners, and mean as Daiyu. Feeling sad for autumn in spring has released my thoughts and purified the sky.

Reality is not as good as people want. When I first arrived at the transfer school, my grades were average, like a cloud of smoke and dust, confused. However, because of her sharpness, no one wants to be her friend. Did she feel a little confused when she was alone?

Fate really played a big joke on us. Our true companionship stems from the starry sky in the sixth grade, which is as fanatical as fire. In the dark without light, you and I help each other and move forward together.

You are really comparable to Haitang, sad and profound; Although the appearance is indifferent, the heart is also confused.

Noel conquered the sages, you resolutely stepped in and supported Noel, and you used to be cynical about the sages. However, your ordinary, after all, covered up your fault, no one investigated. Later, you woke up and stopped participating in any criticism. It's just simple and ordinary. Under the warmth of the starry sky, you cultivated a world that belongs only to you and me and spread it. You and I became bosom friends by mistake. If there is an accident, we will be filled with emotion.

Really, in that last time, because of you, because of Jun, because of Xiang, it became my best memory.

Years are like songs, and caring days are always full of hope.

Haitang outside the curtain, Jinping Yuanyang; The courtyard is deep in spring and the painting hall is close at hand.

And I was thinking, how many flowers were broken 1 1 dream, sweet and beautiful. How pleasant it is to enjoy the warmth of dreams in the silent night.

Stars dotted the night sky, the desk lamp was still on, a pen rustled on the paper, and neat lines of handwriting flowed from the tip. The clock ticked away, it was already midnight, but the pen was not tired and kept walking.

The lights in other people's homes have long since gone out, and other students have already entered the sweet dream land, but he is still studying hard and trying to be admitted to key middle schools. At one o'clock in the morning, the light finally went out. He crept into bed, walked into the world of dreams and answered the call of dreams.

In his dream, he was admitted to a key middle school, and others envied him. He had no idea how hard he worked at night and how tired his pen was in the dead of night.

In the dream, the flowers fell, one petal after another, countless, and equally countless, which was his efforts and hardships.

At the end of the dream, April flowers, how many, countless, countless. ...

Turning to the last page of the composition 12 of I don't know how many flowers are broken, it seems that a silent element has solidified in the air. Perhaps, the beginning of the article already means the end. Life is like a dream. I woke up from a dream. When I first met you, I didn't know ... time was passing. I am so happy. The word "friendship" affects the fate of these masters. Is this fate? It's a long way and it's hard to walk. Can it be said that God has stopped this tragedy in the dark and helpless struggle? My friend once told me that this book is a sad smile. So I decided not to let myself feel sad and comfort those lonely souls scattered around the world with irrelevant tears. Sadly, after reading nursery rhymes, a tear could not resist the nightmare of mental breakdown and quietly scratched away. Tears slowly dried behind the word "less" and finally branded an empty ring. I think this is the end of the flower fall! I use one sentence: "eternal beauty is fragile, and short-lived happiness is unforgettable!" " "Probably, this is how I feel when I see how many flowers fall in my dream. ! The wind in those lush years always loves to gently brush our faces, and then cruelly engrave sadness on our faces, engraving traces that cannot be erased by years. In the torrent of time, the wind is still circulating, and we will stay forever ... I spent a day reading this book, and I don't know why my mood is so complicated. Perhaps it is the instinctive reaction of a poetry lover.

And I am thinking about how many flowers are broken 13 When the sky is full of rosy clouds, when tired birds return to their nests, when the bright moonlight replaces the comfortable sunshine, the day comes and the night comes as promised.

I always like to have a candlelight night tour in the backyard when it is dark, and enjoy the short-lived beauty of rare epiphyllum, as if I were in a dream. Stroking the soft vein, savoring the faint fragrance in the pot, like sucking a cold drink in midsummer, making it sweet and cool. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the petals of Epiphyllum withered and withered, falling from my hands, drifting with the wind to the sky in a foreign land and the heart of a wanderer. Did I touch your heartstrings? Why did you float away? Drifting to an unknown distance soothes the wanderer's heart and fills the vacancy in the wanderer's heart.

Who knows how many flowers fall in this dream? Who knows how many emotions are closely connected on this side and that side of the sky, because they will never be broken by blood relationship? Who ever knew that the epiphyllum in this hometown is a light kite, flying in the sky of a foreign land forever, like a kind call forever, rippling in the hearts of wanderers.

And I wonder how many flowers have been broken 14 like to walk alone by the lake. I like ancient poems that have been passed down through the ages, and they have a faint fragrance. I like to go to Qiu Lai in spring, with beautiful flowers. Maybe just like those sad poets, there are many thoughts buried in their hearts. One of my dreams: Li Bai, who is used to drinking drunken poems, never thought that he would be immersed in the wine and "free". However, he chose his own way to get rid of "troubles". If the benevolence is unsatisfactory, let him go home by boat and let him find happiness in his own articles. This may be a way for him to solve his troubles. Dream 2: Liu Yong's ci is a representative of "graceful school". "Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the evening is heavy and the sky is wide", and his depression had to dissipate in the smoke. Loneliness, loneliness haunts my heart, even if there are beautiful days, who can I talk to with that full heart! Dream 3: The sorrow of "things are wrong" always lingers in Yi 'an's mind. A confused woman, how to get rid of the sadness at that time, had to use Yu Shuci to "kill time", which may be the best way to ferry in the "deep lotus", and her mind was put in it! Dream 4: I don't worry too much, because I will choose a way to get rid of it: I will say it. Because there are many people around me who love me. Maybe I don't have the talent to express my feelings in poetry, but I will still look at the world with a smile. When I woke up from my dream and still walked alone by the lake, maybe my thoughts had already drifted to the outside of the cloud nine. Gently, I picked up the scattered petals and threw them into the water leisurely, watching my thoughts drift to the other shore. ...

And I wonder how many flowers have broken 15, and peach blossoms are in winter.

I haven't set foot on this mountain for a long time, and I have a strange feeling to set foot on this land again. The peach blossoms on the artificially paved roadside are in full bloom and very beautiful. It is a kind of lonely beauty. Pink creatures appeared on the dead branches, and suddenly there was a feeling of being integrated with them. Childhood footprints have been blurred, looking at the loess on the ground and looking for childhood memories are all in dreams. Peach blossoms are full of paths, so jump up and pick one. At that time, peanuts, corn and sunflowers covered the whole hill. But I didn't know that everything was in such a hurry. I turned around again, and suddenly I seemed to realize something, but I couldn't bear to pick one.

But after leaving there, there are always many things in my heart that I can't let go. So I went back there two weeks later, and all the peaches fell ... only a string of loneliness and loss caught me off guard. There are green leaves on the dead branches. I really want to keep one, give it to you personally, give you everything I have, and leave my childhood to you for collection. Only there is the safest place, the petals will never fall, and it is the warmest harbor for flowers!

Farewell, flowers, meet again in my dream at this time next year!