Spring breeze reading prose 1 spring breeze
Miss Chun came with light steps. The spring breeze blows gently, and the spring breeze is as warm as spring. Really? Wet clothes, apricot blossom rain, blowing cold willows? .
The spring breeze is soft and warm, just like a lover's hand stroking his cheek, itchy and crisp. Why not let people indulge in this wonderful spring breeze?
The spring breeze softened the soil. Under the caress of the spring breeze, the land that has been frozen for a winter has slowly untied the dusty cold, become soft and loose, and exude a unique earthy atmosphere. Especially after the light rain in the Spring Festival, the air is filled with the mixed smell of soil and wild flowers. Close your eyes and smell it gently, as sweet as drinking sweet. This is the smell of my long-lost hometown, so strong that I can't get rid of it. Why don't I miss wheatgrass's hometown?
The spring breeze awakened the grass. The awakened grass stretched itself, quietly poked its head out of the ground, breathed fresh air, and then shook its head hand in hand. Oh, the vast land has turned into velvet grass. The children ran happily on the tender grass and flew kites, and their hearts were dyed green by green onions.
How different Jinan and Qingdao are! If a man is compared to an old gentleman wearing a big sleeve jacket, he should be a modern girl. But there are similarities between the two places. Take the climate as an example. Jinan is hot in summer, and Qingdao is a famous summer resort. In winter, Jinan is also colder than Qingdao. However, spring and autumn in the two places are quite similar. It is windy from Jinan to spring, and so is Qingdao. Autumn in Jinan is long and sunny, and so is Qingdao.
For autumn, I don't know where to love: autumn in Jinan is on the mountain, and autumn in Qingdao is by the sea. Jinan is held in a hill; In autumn, the grass on the mountain is between yellow and green, the pine tree is green, and almost all the other leaves are red and yellow. Even on treeless mountains, there are more colors-sun shadow, grass color and stone layer, which can match all kinds of stripes and shadows. With the warm blue sky, I feel comfortable and safe. I just want to lie on the hillside like sleeping and lie down forever. The mountains in Qingdao-though strange and beautiful-cannot compete with the sea. The waves in the autumn sea are still as green as spring, but they are carved out by the cool blue sky, and the invisible islands on weekdays are clearly outside the sails. The green water far away makes me unwilling to think and have to think; A kind of aimless thinking, thinking, but my heart is empty. Autumn in Jinan gives me a sense of security, and autumn in Qingdao gives me sweet sadness. I don't know which to love.
The spring in both places was destroyed by the wind. The so-called spring breeze should look gentle, gently kissing the willow branches, slightly wrinkling the water surface, secretly conveying the fragrance of flowers, and gently lifting the feathers of birds with sympathy. The spring breeze in Jinan and Qingdao is too thick and fierce. The wind in Jinan often blows the sky yellow when lilac begonia is in full bloom, and nothing can be seen. Even the flowers are buried in yellow. The wind in Qingdao is not so sandy, but it is very cunning. In the already warm season, a sudden cold wind for a while or a day sends everything back to winter. I dare not take off my cotton-padded jacket, the flowers dare not open, and the waves roll on the beach.
The wind in these two places sometimes blows all day and all night. The spring breeze brings geese, which makes people look more hopeful. A night of strong wind, the door rang and the window moved, making people bury their heads in the quilt heroically; Even if it is harmless, it seems that it should not be. For me, I feel particularly embarrassed. I was born in the north. I am used to the wind, but I am also most afraid of it. I am used to listening, because I didn't know the pain until I got used to listening. It always makes me fidget, fidget, and doing nothing or doing nothing is not good. It often interrupts my hope: I am too lazy to go out when I hear the wind, and I feel cold and my heart is dim. Spring seems to be full of vitality and flowers, and such a strong wind is almost unforgivable! I am not a fragile person, although my body is not very strong. I can bear hardships, but I can't stand the wind. The suffering of other plants is more or less in one place, more or less for a reason, and more or less can be reduced; There is nothing I can do about the wind. Always not in one place, it gives me concussion everywhere, like a ship on a rough sea. Let me say why it hurts, and I can't avoid it. It blows freely, and I die in pain. I can't reason or quarrel with the wind. It's windy in spring alone! But who should I reason with? There should be no such unpopular wind in Suzhou and Hangzhou in spring, right? I can't know, but I hope so Okay, is there a place to go? Shelter from the wind? Ah!
The spring breeze dyed the willow branches green. You see, the newly opened buds on the willow branches are sharp and tender, from goose yellow to light green, and the willow leaves are more like girls' eyebrows, smiling. The green willow branches are dancing with long braids in the spring breeze and curled up, like delicate women telling the spring language in spring. How can smiling eyes and gentle gestures not make people feel pity?
The spring breeze blew out the flowers. Spring breeze is like a flower fairy, falling gracefully and gently, and the branches in bud are colorful. Pear blossoms are white, peach blossoms are red, and apricot blossoms show pink faces. You are next to me, I squeeze you, and you are delicate and charming. Flowers come into your eyes, why not linger in this ocean of flowers?
Spring breeze brings spring rain. The spring rain drips, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, woven obliquely. She weaves beautifully, weaving heaven and earth into one. The drizzle was like tears, and she shook off thousands of lovesickness and deeply moistened the earth. I understand your tenderness, and I would like to fold this curtain to make this spring brilliant.
The spring breeze wrinkled a pool of spring water. The spring breeze wrinkled a pool of clear water. What woman in this world doesn't love spring? Which girl is not affectionate? The warm spring breeze wrinkled the water surface and scattered the catkins. Water is ruthless, and people are intentional. Then let the hearts of many lovers ripple and let the world of mortals have feelings and fragrance!
I love the spring breeze, and I hope the spring breeze is bright and beautiful!
Reading Prose in Spring Breeze 3 Taste Spring Breeze
When I write the composition "Listening to Rain", whenever I write the word rain, a wind word will pop up in front of me, causing me to sit in front of the computer many times and delete them one by one. Because I wrote Listening to the Rain, I deliberately wanted the wind to disappear. Before I published the manuscript, I specially invited a confidant to review and revise it. After publication, it was found that there were still a few winds blowing.
Later, I called her and joked that the relationship between wind and rain is no less than our feelings! ? She once said humorously: inversion is our feelings, no less than the relationship between wind and rain. Only in this way can it be logical! ? It can be seen how close the relationship between wind and rain is.
Open the dictionary again, and you will be surprised. There are many pages, such as: good weather, help each other in the same boat, stormy? It can be seen that wind and rain are really a pair, and it is really serious to separate their relationship.
I have a soft spot for the wind, especially the spring wind, because I was born in spring, and the wind I first saw was the warm spring breeze.
Spring breeze is enough to make people get carried away. She got into the cuff and felt slippery and greasy, like touching silk. Blow into the chest, like the first lover's hand to comfort; Touching your ears is like a confidante's dream.
The sound of spring wind is the sound of grass sprouting, the crack of flowers blooming, the smile of red plum blooming and the swaying sound of willow curtain.
The smell of spring breeze is the fresh air when the ice and snow melt, the fragrance of the earth under the bright sunshine, and the fragrance when the flowers are blooming.
The colors of spring wind are red of rose, red of peony, orange of winter jasmine, yellow of wintersweet, green of willow, pink of rose, white of rose and blue of clear sky.
The temperament of spring breeze is the wandering of young girls, the free and easy of young women, the charm of Xu Niang and the wisdom of old women.
The hope of spring breeze is the fast pace of walking, the elegance of flying kites and the play of flowers.
The idea of spring breeze returns cold to winter, green to early summer and smiles to people's faces.
The nobility of the spring breeze is to hold the spring rain in your arms, turn it into nectar to moisten everything and give hope to those who pursue it.
From March of the spring breeze, I heard the enthusiasm of the spring breeze, saw the graceful spring breeze and the green Jiang Nanan, imagined the impact of the spring breeze without crossing Yumen Pass, and blessed the industrious people with four seasons like spring.