A 300-word composition about chrysanthemums

“When all the reds have fallen, it’s very elegant; the frost chrysanthemums are blooming, and the three-path wind flow is highlighted.” Where the autumn wind rises, all the flowers have fallen away, and instead of the rich beauty, there are clusters of chrysanthemums welcoming them again. The frost stands proudly, and the golden eyes are a unique kind of romance.

Speaking of chrysanthemums, one has to think of the beauty of Daiyu's "Ying Chrysanthemum". The sentence "Everything is beautiful and written in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth sings to the moon" covers the meaning of Li Shangyin's "dark lilac, melting and yellow", and only fourteen characters also combine the softness of people and flowers, the beauty of love and scenery. The beauty of the poem, the harmony of the meaning and the poetry are combined in the sentence. It is no wonder that this poem can win the first place among the twelve poems. The concluding sentence, "Since Tao Ling Pingzhang, it has been said through the ages to the present", which shows the temperament of the chanter. "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely." What kind of otherworldly beauty would a woman who could understand Tao Lingweng's joyful acquisition be?

Speaking of the beauty of Daiyu's "Ying Chrysanthemum", we have to think of her "Ask the Chrysanthemum". The sentence "Who is hiding alone and proud of the world? How late is it for the same flower to bloom?" The chrysanthemum was asked speechless. In the poem, the chrysanthemum, which is light and arrogant, but blooms late, vividly expresses the inner thoughts of Concubine Xiaoxiang, who is as soft as a bone but proud, and as pure as a pure lotus, untainted by dust. "If you don't want to talk to the world, why not explain it for a while?" In that vulgar and turbid Grand View Garden, what kind of noble and arrogant beauty is this?

Speaking of the posture of chrysanthemums, we have to think of the tragedy of Baochai's "Painting Chrysanthemums". "The flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost", "The fragrance of Qiu Sheng's wrists jumps out", between "Cuan" and "Jiaotong", Huang Chao's "The array of soaring fragrance penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is filled with golden armor" comes to mind, Zhang Yimou's "The city is full of golden armor" comes to mind: Who embroiders yellow flowers under the tent, that ray of sadness turns into anger; when the moon comes to the stage, the cold white blade, whose tears turn into the ocean. "Don't waste your time picking flowers on the east fence, clinging to the screen and chatting to comfort the Double Ninth Festival." In the shadow of the swaying chrysanthemums on the east fence, there is a beautiful lady weeping sadly.

After talking about chrysanthemums, chanting chrysanthemums, asking about chrysanthemums, and drawing chrysanthemums, I will still think of Daiyu's "Dream of Chrysanthemums". "A deep sleep in the autumn beside the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are indistinguishable. When you ascend to immortality, you are not admiring the village to produce butterflies. Reminiscing about the past, you still look for Tao Lingmeng. When you fall asleep, you will follow the wild geese to break, and you will be frightened to return to the old place. The cicadas are chirping in anger. When you wake up, you will feel resentment. Who complains, "The cold smoke of the declining grass" and the ominous feeling of "Ascending to the Immortal", the desolation of "the declining grass and the cold smoke" and the "gloomy resentment", there is a person who died in depression in the helpless butterfly dream. of beauty.

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In the chrysanthemums of October, chrysanthemums are destined to carry too many joys, angers and sorrows in life.

During the chrysanthemums in October, I thought of the poems in the Red Mansion that used chrysanthemums to express emotions and express ambitions, but I forgot about the seasonal chrysanthemums that are shaking their yellow pistils. Is the world too busy, or do I no longer have the time or mood to pay attention to ordinary things?

The depression of late autumn is everywhere, and the autumn wind is bleak all the way.

However, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky at this time...

However, the frost is cold and the chrysanthemums are beautiful. In the evening breeze, the chrysanthemums are blooming as brilliantly as they did then. "The autumn wind most reminds me of my old friends, and the chrysanthemums of the past bloom again in the old garden." In the eternal separation of "withered vines and old trees, people with small bridges and flowing water, and the westerly wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world." The autumn wind I sent my longing for my old friend...

Then, all my thoughts disappeared like smoke.

So, in the evening breeze, the chrysanthemums in front of me are as poetic as before: I look forward to the Double Ninth Festival with my family, and my hometown is outside the threshold and beside the fence.

The rustling autumn wind has no regrets, and I still look forward to good dreams and smiling frost...