The breath of spring is flowing everywhere in the spring land. I am full of joy when I see the grass buds on the roadside showing a touch of green again. Along the roadside, there are several early flowering trees, several of which are in bloom, decorating the spring.
The flowers on campus are blooming, but I don’t know what kind of flower they are. The pink petals are stacked one on top of another, just like the three stacks of Yangguan, which is very meaningful. What blooms enthusiastically on the branches in spring are not only the petals, but also their souls that are as transparent as spring water!
The flowers bloomed and filled the branches. At this time, the spring branches are also in full bloom, and the whole spring is quietly echoing on the campus, and the air is filled with waves of faint floral fragrance. Lin Bu's sentence, "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk" is the most appropriate way to describe the blooming flowers at this time. Although, there is no plum at this time.
The absence of plum blossoms is such a big regret that the winter wind blows away all the lively atmosphere, leaving only dead trees on campus, shaking memories of a lifetime in the cold wind. The campus in spring makes everything look brand new, including the dead trees. At this time, the branches have just felt the spring breeze, and a touch of new green quietly climbed up the branches. It starts with a fresh goose yellow color, so tender that people can’t bear to touch it. They just want to use the gentlest camera to pick out that touch of goose yellow color. Campuses in spring should be mainly green. That kind of green is by no means comparable to the luxury of summer. Close your eyes and meditate, and the summer green can echo in front of your eyes. On the branches that are unwilling to be lonely in summer, there is cheerful sunshine, which seems to be singing a tireless song of joy. As for the branches in spring, that kind of green is difficult to draw with a pen, and even the best painters have difficulty describing it. And that kind of green, if it can hit your heart, you will have the spring breeze all to yourself.
Bai Shiyun said: "One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk." It refers to the thin willows in early spring. In spring, thin willows are also planted on the lakeside. The thin willows sway and dance in the wind, which is the breath of spring. Close your eyes and listen carefully, you can hear the footsteps of spring one after another in your ears, the breeze blows, the faint fragrance of grass, the green grass on the lakeside has also decorated the spring of Wisdom Lake. So I recited a poem: "The gentle breeze willows cherish each other, half of the spring lake is dyed green with mud. The gentle breeze frightens the old geese on the plains, and the flying horses trample on the iron hooves." At this time, I would like to ride a fast horse and sweep the lake Panoramic views. In front of my eyes, thousands of miles of spring light came to life. When the spring is in full bloom, there is also the artistic conception of "returning from stepping on flowers with the fragrance of horseshoes".
The grass has become a green picture. In a few days, the hibernating bees and butterflies will wake up and come to celebrate spring. The butterflies playing with flowers are the most unwilling to be lonely, flying around, Playful and telling a lingering spring love.
The spring breeze turns the lake green and my heart green. At this time, I would like to use my pen to depict a picture of spring
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As early as those days when "the endless falling trees rustled under the rustling trees", I was looking forward to the arrival of spring; As early as the days when the wild geese were flying north, I was looking forward to the arrival of spring; as early as the days when the cold wind was blowing, I was looking forward to the arrival of spring.
At this moment, spring has arrived firmly, and before people have time to prepare and adapt, spring arrives as promised, like the bell in the bell tower, with a "ding" at exactly one o'clock, no matter how hard it is. No hesitation, no worries.
I remember that in those "February days when the grass grows and the orioles fly", spring has just arrived, and everything is so new: "The color of the grass looks far away, but there is nothing up close." The grass emerges from the soil, tender and tender. , green. Kapok sprouts from the bare branches along the street, like budding flames. The saplings that were just planted in the moist soil have already sprouted two buds. At that time, the teacher asked us to prepare for spring practical activities, but I was indifferent, thinking about the long spring and the long time.
A month has passed, and February has ushered in March. The practical activities of that spring have come to an end, but I spent it in a daze, empty-handed, leaving nothing behind. In order to make up for my mistakes, I went to school and looked for traces of spring.
The streets are still full of people and vehicles, but the scenery seems to have changed. As I walked, I found that the grass on the roadside became darker and denser. No matter whether I looked at it from a distance or up close, it looked like rolling green waves. After a while, a familiar sapling suddenly appeared on the side of the road. Isn't that the sapling that had just sprouted that I saw in February? I saw that it was a lot taller. Could it be the effect of fertilizer? I continue walking, looking for the hard-to-find traces of spring. Inadvertently, a fiery red thing seemed to fall from the side. Looking back, it turned out to be a kapok flower. Looking at the road ahead, there were kapok flowers scattered one after another. Looking at the spring red all over the ground, I was startled, as if something was slipping out of my hands. Now in March, isn’t it the time when spring is full of vitality and flowers are blooming? Why does kapok die so quickly? I was puzzled.
I remember the teacher said: The tops of the trees in spring are the same as the sky.
Perhaps this is life, where flowers bloom and fall, where there is a beginning, there will be an end.
No matter what, Father Time will follow his trajectory and never look back; the long river of life will always flow eastward and never return west
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On Friday morning, the sun was shining brightly, Cloudless. My classmates and I headed towards Gushan with joy.
The biggest difference between this year’s spring outing and previous years is that this time we set off as a tour group. I was lucky enough to be assigned to the first group of "Broken Bridge Tour Guides". On Thursday night, as soon as I got home, I put down my schoolbag, ran to the computer desk, started the computer, opened Baidu, entered "The History and Legend of Broken Bridge", copied the information I needed, pasted it into a Word document, and then printed it on A4 paper. , the whole process is completed in one go. oops! Others knew it by heart when they were tour guides, so I had to prepare a little bit, so I took the manuscript and started reading. When I was sleeping, I kept imagining what it would be like on a spring outing: I pointed to the scenic spots and told its history, and my classmates listened attentively, as if I were already on a spring outing.
The next day came, and the spring outing also began. I carried a schoolbag full of snacks and information and got ready to go. Along the way, some students hummed popular songs, some recited poems, and some looked at the scenery along the way, as if their hearts were filled with infinite reverie.
When we arrived at the Broken Bridge, we took out the information and told the students about the legend of the Broken Bridge with the "Little Bee". We talked endlessly, and the students listened carefully. After finishing talking, our four "wild guides" led everyone to visit the "Broken Bridge with Remaining Snow" inscribed by Emperor Kangxi himself and the "Clouds, Water and Light" waterside pavilion. We were all cryptic and did not tell the students what was written on the stele and plaque. Let them guess what it is, but who knows, they are all "experts" and guess it right away. We lost face now, but we quickly recovered the face we lost, because we asked the students again: "What kind of bridge is the extension of the broken bridge?" They were immediately speechless, haha! The answer is of course Kintai Bridge!
After this activity, I not only exercised my language expression skills, but also experienced the fun of being a tour guide. I want to be a tour guide when I grow up!
______________________________________________________________ I have a soft spot for spring.
It is spring now. Today, Teacher Tan took us to Litchi Park to enjoy the spring. The students were chatting and laughing on the way, and after a while, they arrived at the entrance of Lychee Park.
Because there were so many of us, the teacher divided us into several groups. Several good friends like Li Han, Lin Yili and I are the "Chunmei Group". What we see with our eyes, hear with our ears, and feel in our hearts is as follows: Everything wakes up from its deep sleep. What happened to my favorite flowers, grass, and trees?
"Come on! There are so many flowers here!" Lin Yili shouted to me as if she had discovered a new world.
Ah! Clusters of bright flowers gather under the leaves. Like countless butterflies, they spread their wings slightly and stayed in the air, motionless. The small white, red, yellow and blue flowers are set off by the thin green leaves, making them more colorful.
"Wow! It smells so good!" Li Han shouted and pulled me over again. Wow! The rich floral fragrance is wafting in the fresh air, it’s really fragrant! Where did it come from? oh! It turns out that there are many white flowers among the layers of leaves. It is these flowers that emit fragrance and refresh the heart. I really hope these flowers can bloom forever!
Where is the grass that I pity the most? The grasses woke up from their deep sleep and emerged from the soil, stretching their young green grass. Maybe they know spring is coming. I want to dedicate my greenery to nature and people, making nature full of vitality. I remember a poem: "The grass grows in the original plain, and it dries up and grows every year. The wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows." Ha! Isn't this a hymn to Xiaocao?
Where is the greatest tree in my heart? We raised our heads and took a look: isn't that a bush? Tall banyan trees, their long beards were gently blown by the spring breeze. Spring is so beautiful! I took a deep breath, and when I opened my eyes and looked around, there was a lake not far away!
I saw brilliant golden waves on the lake, and the reflections of flowers and trees rippled in the water with the slight waves. A few swallows flew across the lake, occasionally touching the water with their tails, and saw ripples rippling around in circles. There are tens of thousands of fish in the lake! I really want to catch some fish and go home. But seeing them seem to be swimming in the water in groups, playing freely, hiding and seeking... How can I ruin your beautiful life!
Ah! The spring in my heart is so bright and beautiful! ah! What a beautiful spring! It’s so colorful and beautiful!
As the saying goes: A year's plan begins with spring, a day's plan begins with morning, and a life's plan begins with Yin. The spring beauty of Lychee Park makes me sigh that I cherish the good times of my youth, seize the time to learn knowledge, and seize the beautiful tomorrow.
Because there is a saying that goes well: Good flowers don’t always bloom, and good times don’t always last!
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Beautiful spring
Winter is gone, and beautiful spring can’t wait to come back. She drives away the desolation of winter and covers the world with A vibrant and brightly colored coat. Miss Chun is like a magical painter. She paints a colorful picture for people.
You see, the spring breeze is so gentle. Although it is a little chilly, it is as kind and warm as the hands of the elders caressing the younger ones. Look! Under her touch, green leaves grew on the dead branches of the willow, and the willow branches grew thin and long, fluttering in the spring breeze like a spring girl's braids. The winter jasmine has also appeared on the stage of spring, blooming with pale yellow flowers; the pink peach blossoms are like the faces of little girls in red; the pear blossoms are not to be outdone, and hurriedly put on snow-white skirts on the branches. Dancing... The hibernating animals also woke up, and the birds from the south also flew back. They also sang about the arrival of spring in this beautiful picture.
The spring rain came without a trace. She was like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments dancing lightly in the spring breeze, bringing fresh air to people. Under her nourishment, the crops in the fields also woke up from their sleep, covering the earth with patches of green blankets, and the rapeseed flowers bloomed yellow against the green leaves. Seeing such beautiful scenery, the happiest people were the farmer uncles. They said with a smile: "Spring rain is as precious as oil!"
Spring is bright and flowers are blooming. Spring is a beautiful season. A day's plan begins in the morning, and a year's plan begins in spring. We must cherish this beautiful spring and grow happily with spring.
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Grasp the spring of life
Spring is the beginning of the four seasons, a season of sowing hope and creating light, and there is also spring in life. The spring of life is the beginning of the struggle for one's dreams. It is the most precious time in the short decades of cold and summer in life. It is like a drop in the ocean, short but glorious. Therefore, we should seize this spring of life and fight for it.
"I would rather fall a hundred times and get up a hundred and one times. As long as I can get up, I will make progress without retreating." This is how Zhang Haidi, a disabled young man, overcame difficulties that are unimaginable to ordinary people. Finally, he proved it to people with his tenacious perseverance. Life stands proudly, all because of her unwavering faith. She nourishes herself with the jade liquid and nectar of knowledge to fight against difficulties. She knows that youth is easy to pass away and time is easy to grow old. Only by accepting reality and grasping time can she control her own future and life. Finally, she stood at the pinnacle of her life, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
Looking back, this seems to be a beautiful quality passed down from ancient times. Liu Zongyuan, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, was demoted to Yongzhou because he was slandered and attacked by reactionary forces such as bureaucrats, but he did not change his ambition to serve the country. "Although he has been abandoned, he never changes his mind." That is, no matter how much setbacks he encounters, he still does not change his original opinion. Maybe he has not realized his grand ambition, but he is holding on to the fleeting time to prove his ambition. That patriotic heart. He spent all his years pursuing the everlasting ideal with sincerity. Looking back at history, he only remembers that he came here in the spring when the flowers were blooming.
An ancient poem says: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Life can't be fragrant without plum blossoms, so let us cherish the present, seize the time, set goals, and persevere. As Napoleon said: "We should work hard and make a difference, so that we can It is said that we have not wasted our years, and it is possible to leave our footprints on the beach of time. "There is only one spring in life, so why not face all the setbacks and hardships happily, work hard once, and enjoy the joy of harvest in the autumn."
______________________________________________________________________________ It is an October day in the world, and the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising; the rustling leaves are falling, and I enjoy the spring in my heart. ——Inscription
At the beginning of September, when I was still immersed in the joy of National Day, no one knew that the gloom was coming: an ordinary monthly exam completely destroyed my confidence.
< p> The red crosses on the roll weaved into a bloody web that filled the sky, entangling me in despair. I couldn't untie it, let alone escape.At night, I was depressed and helpless. Sitting at the table and barely swallowing a few mouthfuls of food, my mind had already drifted back to the night before the exam: "I will definitely do well in the exam, with a minimum of 530,
Just wait for my good news!" But! Today's "good news" - 479.5, is pressing down on me mercilessly like a mountain, crushing me. "I'm going for a walk!"
With just one sentence, he has already stepped out of the house.
It is late autumn now. I am walking alone on the street wearing a single coat. The fallen leaves are beating on my shoulders wantonly. I keep shrinking and my eyes are full of dead grass. The yellow color of fallen leaves is just like my mood, gloomy and despairing. "Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook." Hungry and cold, I silently recited the poem and walked on the quiet path. Suddenly, a soft color beside the road attracted me - green. What kind of green it was at that time: this green was like a ray of brilliant sunshine in the infinite darkness; like a sweet spring water in the flying sand; no, it was more like a small key, opening my door Heart lock...what on earth is this? I couldn't help but speed up and walked up, but what I saw was just a piece of grass. "But why is it still green?" "Maybe it still misses its own spring..." I asked and answered myself. Although I said it lightly, there was a rare ripple in my heart - the grass has the spring in its own heart, do I also have the spring in my heart? My body couldn't help but tremble when I thought of this - it's not because of cold or hunger, absolutely not!
After experiencing this night, I have found the spring in my heart. Soon, I experienced the baptism of another exam-536.5. Looking at the fallen leaves outside the window, I know I can go further.
The leaves are falling again, listening to the sound of falling leaves, and feeling the spring in my heart alone.
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Whenever the spring breeze ruffles a pool of spring water, and the willow bank is no longer the dawn wind and the waning moon, we are always surprised by the arrival of spring. As if in just one night, the mountains and fields were covered with green.
Spring is a word that evokes imagination. However, in everyone's heart, there is a unique picture of spring.
Speaking of spring in my heart, what I love most is the spring breeze. Softly, it blows towards my face, bringing with it the fragrance of a few branches of spring and the deep thoughts of a few wintersweets. Standing alone in the field, surrounded by greenery, the spring breeze brought several spring blessings, so I sat in the grass and read deeply. There are the strength of a few grasses, the thoughts of a few wild flowers, and the melancholy of a few green leaves. In the breeze, everything is silent, only the footsteps of the spring breeze in the wilderness.
The spring breeze is kind and the spring water is gentle. Spring water always loves green, with a few peach blossom petals floating on the water and a few tender willow catkins floating on the water. The weeping willows on the shore bring the visit of spring, startling the hibernating fish at the bottom of the pond. Spring water always likes to trickle, flowing peacefully and slowly, quietly eroding the hard ice of winter, quietly moistening the fertile spring soil, awakening the grass, and allowing the grass to break through the ground.
"Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The most poetic thing is the spring rain. One early morning or evening, with the curling smoke from cooking, it hazily enveloped the entire village, making the willows with their long skirts immersed in this ink painting. The tiny raindrops wet the petals, and with a few gusts of wind, there was a shower of cherry blossoms. Although soaked in the soil, it still retains its proud frosty branches.
Spring is a beautiful season, and we long for beautiful spring. So spring is beautiful in everyone's heart. Spring wind, spring water, spring rain, these messengers of spring, sow spring in the vast world, decorating our years with unparalleled splendor. Let the spring in our hearts add brilliance, and find our own spring and our own beauty in this confusing world.
There is a beautiful spring in my heart, decorated with spring breeze, spring water and spring rain, so my world is as beautiful as spring.
______________________________________________________________ Looking from a distance, above the green mountains, there are a few white clouds scattered in the blue sky. The spring water flowing out of the mountains is gurgling, and the clear water flows from east to west, traveling at a vigorous pace; the lake water is crystal clear, and the pebbles at the bottom of the lake sparkle brilliantly in the sunlight. The ripples on the lake's surface are like a huge mirror, constantly flashing in the sun. The fish slid along the current, turning somersaults from time to time, revealing its smooth body, and its scales were particularly dazzling in the reflection of the sun. Father-in-law the sun also stretched out his magical arms without hesitation, giving the earth a light; look, it is the enchantment of water and the charm of sunshine.
The water is already exuding the breath of spring, infecting its surroundings; finally, with a finger of the spring girl, the earth appears a new green, and the grass can no longer contain the joy in its heart, and can’t wait to get out. The earth is tender and green. He straightened his waist, as if announcing to the world: I'm coming! I am coming! After hearing this, the other companions rushed out of the ground one by one, group by group, one by one, strong enough to break through the layers of darkness. Finally their wish came true, they finally saw the bright smile of the sun again, and finally tasted the joy of victory again. Flowers are like grass. They stretch their waists and have no nostalgia for winter dreams. Look, they are playing games with the sunshine.
Perhaps the excitement of the flowers and grass made the willow tree angry! It also wants to show itself, so it proudly spits out buds from the willow tips, which are green and small, but this little bud seems very precious. The sun finally knows its intention and bestows infinite warmth, so the wicker becomes light and flutters in the wind. The wind is its comb, and it is combing its hair one by one. The gentle wind keeps blowing, and one by one, under the care of the wind and the help of the sun, it finally grows into a graceful and beautiful shape. state. The troubled Yanzi came back quickly after receiving the letter. Groups and groups of them flew over the fields, over the cottages, over the mountains, and flew back to his hometown. They are eager to return to their hometown and bathe in the spring sunshine.
Flowing water, grass, flowers, willows, and swallows, together they compose the song of spring, and together they paint a picture of early spring, which is so touching!
The spring in my heart is like a painting, which will hang beautifully in my heart.