1. Yuhuatai
Who says the past can't be traced?
Every year,
The autumn wind blows bitterly.
How many autumn winds blow my heart:
Resentment,
Right and wrong.
Sing a song today to welcome spring back,
How many songs,
How sad,
I saw the place where the old spring returned:
A few degrees in the setting sun,
A few degrees of oblique light.
44. Liu Song
When will this love last?
Affected Wan Liyun in the sky.
Clouds are two swallows,
Now everyone is a dreamer.
Where do you want to find snow?
Float catkins to offer sacrifices to the fragrant soul.
Sacrifice the fragrant soul for another spring,
There is still no green skirt.
the second
When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
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In a world shrouded in severe winter, we are looking forward to spring.
Spring has come. Inadvertently, I found that the spores of mulberry trees on the roadside stood up, the long-lost swallows began to fly, and the wheat in the terraced fields on the mountain became greener. Everything seemed to wake up, and I opened my eyes with joy. Elephant trunk mountain is moist, Yongjiang Longxi rises, and the sky is red.
At night, I seem to hear someone's footsteps, rushing past the window, with hope, firmness and cold chill.
During the day, looking for spring. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil, stretched itself and looked around. Grass was shy and bowed her head. The crystal dew sparkled, and that was his naughty eyes. Winter has not completely passed, and the grass in the wind is trembling; A few days later, tender, yellow, light green and green, like jade, covered ditches, roadsides, streams and houses. So Chun smiled boldly at us. Green hangs on the branches, and green scatters the footprints we have traveled; The green waterfall seems to be flowing, as if laughing, dragging down from the mountain and putting it down. In ten days, the grass will come to us all over the place: all over the mountains, full of green. The green hanging from the high Wangchuan Mountain is quietly basking in the sun. On both sides of the Yongjiang River, a large area of green is a grassy carpet. Rows of trees behind the school are green swords pointing to the sky. It can be said that the spring breeze is green and the wife is on the river bank. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
The peach trees behind our house have pink petals that keep blooming, one by one. Flowers, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, just like rushing to the scene. In spring, pink peach blossoms moisten the sky and cover it. Whose yard is also full of apricot blossoms and pear blossoms, peach blossoms are like fire, apricot blossoms are like chardonnay, and pear blossoms are like snow, which makes people dizzying and lingering. The clouds in the sky are light and the wind is light, and the flowers are overflowing, attracting bees and butterflies to chase and dance among the flowers. The breeze is blowing, and the pink peach blossoms are falling, swirling and flying everywhere. Butterflies and flowers, no one can tell who is who: flying butterflies are falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms, and falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms are flying butterflies. Wildflowers are everywhere, dotted in the grass like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and pear blossoms.
The spring breeze is intoxicating. Monk Zhi Nan said: Blowing noodles is not cold. I said: the wind blows flowers and falls in spring. The breeze blows, the young trees shake their heads, the grass bends and the stream keeps laughing. The wind brought the smell of earth, the delicious grass and the flowers. Soft sunshine and wind touch you, hug you and kiss you. You are so happy, and your name is song for you the bird. The kingfisher is crisp and rippling among the breeze, green trees and running water. Swallows go through the Woods and hover in the sky. As the sun sets, a shepherd boy plays piccolo and walks through the green hills. So the smoke curled up, night fell, idle people released light music, and flowers were brewing in the slightly humid air.
Spring rain flies to you inadvertently. Rain, as thin as fog, floats quietly between heaven and earth, like a layer of milk on a thin leaf, like a veil. Rain-soaked leaves, green eyes; In the breeze, the flowers and leaves are swaying; In the ethereal world, people seem to walk in the sky. After that, it began to rain heavily, like cow hair, dense and woven obliquely; Rain is like an embroidery needle, and the distant mountains and Yongjiang River are beautiful landscapes embroidered by Tiannv with her beautiful hands. Looking up at the sky, I can't see the source of rain. Only white raindrops scattered and gathered into small drops on the leaves. Small drops of water slipped quietly from the leaves, and the leaves trembled slightly. Rain feet on the river, like shallow laughter, are countless. At this time, the night is already low, and a little light is posted on the distant mountain, like two Jin Ju flowers; If you cross the Qijiang Bridge by car, chrysanthemums will become dancing golden butterflies. Standing in the Wangjiang Pavilion of Fule Temple, Xiangshan Bridge, the water of Longxi River and the green fields on both sides of Qijiang River, I am immersed in happiness and tranquility. A girl who is single-clothed, like a moving flower, like a poem; Pedestrians walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers returning home late in Dai Li and birds returning home happily constitute the most beautiful rhythm in spring. Sparse rain, sparse houses, long rivers and rolling mountains are silent in the rain.
Spring has come. During the day, there will be several kites on the mountain, like big butterflies; It is like a fish swimming in white clouds, and it is like a leaf resting on a treeless tree. On the flat ground and lawn, people of all ages are soon crowded with people. Chase less, exercise more, and get some sunshine. Students spring outing, cooking, eating, laughter filled the valley.
Spring has come, and her steps are so light and soft. Like a newborn doll, like a beautifully dressed girl, like a strong young man, he walked across the grass, glided across the water, lived on white clouds, rested on flowers and talked to birds. In the evening, Chun and I chased each other in our dreams, because she was in a hurry tomorrow.