PART  3

With gardenia’s companion, we spent a lot of happy time. One day, however, my father told us we should cut the tree down for building, we all couldn’t accept and we also couldn’t change this decision, for the house should be built. So we dig it out carefully and transplanted other place. Eventually, the tree was dead, maybe she was too old. We lived in sad as we could not see the gardenia, and nobody told about the gardenia any more during that time. Now, although we have grown up and have own life, the gardenia never leave my mind. One day, when I was seeing a gardenia in my sister home, I squatted near the tree and my eyes filled with tears. I thought my sister may tell her son about the gardenia’s story. When I saw there are many pictures about gardenia in your facebook, I immediately saved it up. I will tell my daughter about the gardenia’s story when she live with me. Gardenia is the best flower and it is our best beautiful memory for my family.

PART 2

There were many visitors in my family during the flowering time, and some visited my family in the night. When we all were fast asleep, they would pick our gardenia secretly. If we were woken up, I would not ask them away. If the visitor asked for flowers at day, we not only picked flowers for them, but also presented them our flowers that placed on the table. We never mind it, and we found this was a happiness that sharing beautiful things with other. To present rose to other, its fragrance would leave in your hands. The fragrance would be stronger when we present other gardenia. There was not a perfume could match it, because it contained many people’s hope and love. Gardenia’s florescence is very long, the florescence would last more than a month, and for the flowers have strong vitality. Picking a flower with branch and leaves to plant into earth, it would be alive if you took careful of it. So many villagers planted gardenias in this method.

The essay is too long,so i divided it THREE parts.

PART 1

There was a gardenia in back of my house in my childhood. My mother told us it had transplanted here from grandmother’s home and it was her dowry. I could not remember my grandmother’s feature, for she was dead when I was one-year-old. When I saw the gardenia, it would remind me of the present that my grandmother given. Our gardenia was very luxuriant, its diamond and height were over one meter. Gardenia would flower in May, and this was my family happiest time. Opening the door in the morning, we were surrounded by the gardenia’s fragrance. And then, we all run to count the flowers. The tree was covered with flowers, and it always reminded me of many beautiful poems. Sisters were busy to pick flowers and to suspend the flowers in the corner of mosquito net by strings. It not only decorated our room, but also dispersed mosquitoes. Picking the buds with branch and putting into glass bottle with some water, it would be a beautiful view on the table.

This is my Chinese essay.

小时候，我家屋后便有一株栀子花。妈妈说那是从外婆家移植过来的，是她的嫁妆！我不记得外婆长什么样子，因为在我一岁多时外婆就过世了。但每当看到栀子花，就会想起外婆留给我们的礼物。我家的栀子花树枝繁叶茂，直径、高度都有一米多。每年五月栀子花盛开的季节，那是我们全家最开心的日子。早上打开后门，就会闻到阵阵花香。一起跑去数盛开的花朵，看到一树的花，我不禁想起那些优美的诗句。姐姐们忙着釆摘花朵，把花朵用线吊在纹帐的每个脚落，好看好香又驱纹。把大的花苞连着叶摘下来放在玻璃杯里用水养着放在书桌上，那又是另一道风景。开花的季节，我家客人特别多。有些晚上来，趁我们熟睡的时候，他们就偷我们家的栀子花，就算我们听到响声我们也不会赶走他们。白天来的客人只要开口，我们除了去摘树上的花送给他们外，有时还会把书桌上养得比较好的花也送给他们，决不吝啬。与别人分享美的东西也是一种快乐。送人玫瑰手有留余香，送人栀子花留下的香味更浓厚，那是世界上任何一种香水味也抵不过的，它承载着几代人的希望和爱！栀子花的花期特别长，大概有一个多月，生命力也特强。当你摘花时连带釆些茎和叶，然后把茎插在土里，只要你悉心呵护，也可以存活的。我们村上好多人家就是这样种植的。在栀子花的陪伴下过了好多开心的日子，可是有一天父亲说要砍掉这个树要盖新房，开始大家不同意。可房子一定要建的，没办法，大家只好把它小心的挖出来移植到另外一个地方。可能是因为树太老了，还是没存活下来。我们为此伤心难过了好些日子，再也不敢提栀子花的事情。如今我们都长大了，我们都有了自已的生活，但栀子花一直存在我们心里。有一天去我在姐姐家看到栀子花树时，我蹲在树旁好久，眼泪不禁流下来。我想姐姐一定告诉她儿子关于栀子花的故事了吧！看到你空间里的栀子花我都把它们存起来了，我也想把它们留下来。等我女儿长大回到我身边时，我会让她认识栀子花，让她知道栀子花的故事。那曾是我们儿时最最美好的记忆......

There was a gardenia in back of my house in my childhood. My mother told us it had transplanted here from grandmother’s home and it was her dowry. I could not remember my grandmother’s feature, for she was dead when I was one-year-old. When I saw the gardenia, it would remind me of the present that my grandmother given. Our gardenia was very luxuriant, its diamond and height were over one meter. Gardenia would flower in May, and this was my family happiest time. Opening the door in the morning, we were surrounded by the gardenia’s fragrance. And then, we all run to count the flowers. The tree was covered with flowers, and it always reminded me of many beautiful poems. Sisters were busy to pick flowers and to suspend the flowers in the corner of mosquito net by strings. It not only decorated our room, but also dispersed mosquitoes. Picking the buds with branch and putting into glass bottle with some water, it would be a beautiful view on the table. There were many visitors in my family during the flowering time, and some visited my family in the night. When we all were fast asleep, they would pick our gardenia secretly. If we were woken up, I would not ask them away. If the visitor asked for flowers at day, we not only picked flowers for them, but also presented them our flowers that placed on the table. We never mind it, and we found this was a happiness that sharing beautiful things with other. To present rose to other, its fragrance would leave in your hands. The fragrance would be stronger when we present other gardenia. There was not a perfume could match it, because it contained many people’s hope and love. Gardenia’s florescence is very long, the florescence would last more than a month, and for the flowers have strong vitality. Picking a flower with branch and leaves to plant into earth, it would be alive if you took careful of it. So many villagers planted gardenias in this method. With gardenia’s companion, we spent a lot of happy time. One day, however, my father told us we should cut the tree down for building, we all couldn’t accept and we also couldn’t change this decision, for the house should be built. So we dig it out carefully and transplanted other place. Eventually, the tree was dead, maybe she was too old. We lived in sad as we could not see the gardenia, and nobody told about the gardenia any more during that time. Now, although we have grown up and have own life, the gardenia never leave my mind. One day, when I was seeing a gardenia in my sister home, I squatted near the tree and my eyes filled with tears. I thought my sister may tell her son about the gardenia’s story. When I saw there are many pictures about gardenia in your facebook, I immediately saved it up. I will tell my daughter about the gardenia’s story when she live with me. Gardenia is the best flower and it is our best beautiful memory for my family.