2.9 Modern sentences describing spring should indicate the color of spring.
Warm air, ice-breaking running water, green willow branches and budding buds, these messengers of spring disperse the cold wind and bring a warm breath! In the spring surrounded by the wind, the sun is warm, everything is full of vitality, the spring rain is moist, and the fragrance is fragrant. "The branches of red apricots are full of spring", and the elves in nature are naturally unwilling to be lonely, showing the quiet and rich spring as vigorously as sound. March, such a lively annual ring, the month when everything recovers, is also a more wonderful way to interpret spring.
The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, which can only be vaguely felt. It is like a gentle world, shrouded in it, like a dreamlike dream. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind" Listening to the splash under your feet and touching the soft rain is really a rare comfort and leisure.
Spring in March is the breeding season, and everything is in the bud. The wicker swayed gently, and the tip of the wicker touched the water slightly, causing general ripples. "Poplar smoke is lighter than that in Han Xiao", willows curl up, and endless light green is everywhere, feeling the refreshing gentle touch. I believe that at the end of spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching beauty!
Spring has come, and the willows are falling and green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the silk tapestries blow on the embankment, filled with warm breath everywhere, playing a harmonious melody and interpreting a moving picture! Spring has come, and the things in March are silent and audible. In the singing of orioles, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain silk, and in the fluttering wicker, spring is calling everywhere! Wandering in the warm wind in March, the small garden walks slowly and it is easy to get there. Spring is coming.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?
3. Modern articles about spring (1), ancient poems (10) (1), ancient poems describing spring.
China's ancient Yuefu poem Long Songs is colorful.
In the Tang Dynasty, He's "Singing Willow" is decorated with jasper, which is as high as a tree and hangs down thousands of strands of moss. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The sky was crisp with rain and the grass was far and near. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Tang Hanyu's Chun Xue failed to flourish in the new year, but it was surprising to see grass buds in early February. When the snow comes in late spring, she wears a court tree as a flying flower.
Stone "Two Scenes in the Late Spring River" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the Spring River warms the duck prophet.
(2) Ancient poems describing Xia.
Song Zhao Shi Xiu's About It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
In the early Song Dynasty, the quatrains in summer have turned red and purple, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon" The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
(C) Poetry describing autumn
Liu Han Che Qiufeng's poem: Autumn wind rises, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost.
Don Wang Bo's Preface to Farewell in Autumn Knee Palace: The sunset is the same as the lonely, autumn water and the sky.
Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright.
Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Minister of Xuanzhou Village" was sent by autumn geese and Changfeng, and I looked at each other on this village and drank my wine.
In August, the wind roared and my hair rolled up.
Two autumn poems in Yuxi, Liu Tang: The mountains and rivers are clear and the frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.
Don Tu Mu's "Autumn Night" red candle, Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and the small fan fluttered against the fireflies.
(4) Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter.
Xie Jin's Taoist rhyme "Ode to Snow" is like snow, and the difference between sprinkling salt and air can be simulated, but if the catkins are due to the wind.
Tang Li Bai's "Winter Returning to Laoshan" has a green vine path and a clear snow peak.
Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, blowing down Xuanyuantai.
In Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Tang Gaopian's "Piling Snow" has six flying flowers coming into the house, sitting and watching the bamboo turn into a lovely branch.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" has been shocked and cold, and the window is bright. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
4. What are the tidbits of modern poems about spring that come late and fly away?
In spring, the days are long and the males are lonely. The forest in Du Fu's "Spring Festival travel rush Ji" in Jing and Tang Dynasties was wet by swift, and the face in Du Fu's "Qujiang Duyu" in Tang Dynasty has disappeared. Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze, and osmanthus flowers fall. Silent spring, birds singing in the mountains, flowers blooming thousands of miles on the temple. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboos in the garden, which are worthless like spring breeze. At night, the prophet Huichong, a warm duck, comes to the riverside and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Bai Xuege. The river is rosy in the morning, the river is green in the spring, and the guest room is green in the rain in Weicheng. However, the two newly sent messengers Yuan win the day to find fragrance and find the water shore. That boundless scene is a new spring day. In spring, when Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night was playing, butterflies were dancing all the time. Free Yingying just shouted "Walking by the river alone", and several early-rising Yingying scrambled to warm the trees. Whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud "Qiantang Lake Spring" Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of green tapestries hang down, flowers and plants are fragrant in spring, and flowers and trees are blooming. Changchun grass in Fangdian pond and willow singing birds in garden. Go upstairs by the pond and send a message that it is sunny in Los Angeles and the spring scenery will double next year. I don't know who will cut it out specifically. The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and more flowers will fall in the forest. Two orioles can sing, and the green willow will be born in Happy King in Spring. In the spring breeze, the willow returns to the poem of the Eight-line Palace, the east wind returns with the spring, and the flowers scatter my branches. The sunset recalls the mountains, there are no flowers on the trees, and birds are singing all the way in the spring mountains. Spring outing impromptu spring grass, the mountains still contain green. White clouds and red clouds break dawn from the sea, and spring is in the wild-plum and river-willow's E799BEE5BAA6E79FA5E98193E58685E5EB9313335313261Su Su tidbits are late, and Fifi's red light is "Spring Festival travel rush. Water grows with the wind, and rain in Qujiang is like spring breeze. In the evening, several flowers were blown off. The poet's scenery is clear in the new year, and the green willows are not even in early spring in the east of the city. Yan Chunwan didn't return, and it was a misty rain and apricot blossom cold. The snow in Su Xiting is too late for spring, so the grass trees in Chun Xue will know it soon.
5. Modern articles about spring. If it is spring, Zhu Dashu's article is most suitable for Zhu Ziqing's longing for spring. Look forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming soon.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees.
Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around.
Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you.
The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water.
The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time. Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days.
Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope. Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
6. Modern poems describing spring show that the author, Miss Ai Chunqing, has come-who knows how she came? I know! I know! She comes from the south and came here a few days ago. The swallow told me the good news.
Have any of you seen her? What does she look like? I know! I know! She is a little girl, prettier than me, with watery eyes and long braids! She was barefoot and her trouser legs were arm in arm on her knees. On her arm, hung a striking wicker basket. She crossed the river and walked slowly on the beach. She lowered her head and sang softly. It sounds as if the river is flowing ... anyone will be happy to see her. Anyone who hears her sing will be happy.
In her big willow basket, there are many things-safflower, green grass and golden seeds. She hung flowers on the tree and spread the grass on the ground. Sowing in the field makes them grow green seedlings. She walked on the ridge, cows looked up, calves jumped, lambs bleated ... When she came to the village, every household was very happy, and orchards opened their doors to welcome her. Those pools are polished; When Miss Chun walked by, she looked in the mirror.
All kinds of birds sing all kinds of songs, and each bird says, "My heart is really happy!" " "All kinds of birds are singing all kinds of songs, and each bird says," My heart is really happy! ""Only those ducks can't fly or sing. They just stood, flapping their wings and laughing ... They said, "Miss Chun, we have been waiting for you for a long time! I hope you came! We can't sing, hahaha ... "The wind moved the branches, and the water bleached the ducks' feathers. We looked forward to the whole winter. Look, spring is coming! Let's put on spring clothes, like a bird with new feathers, flying over the Woods and hills, full of spring laughter. Seeing the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I grabbed it happily and released it lovingly.
I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown! Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing, and take it away. I am tired, lying in the field, with bright sunshine on my head. Who scratched my cheek? The songs of spring are floating in the branches and shining among the flowers. Spring sings in the wings of swallows and dances in the whistle of pigeons. Spring turns the western hills green. Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter. Spring brings boiling sounds to the fields. Spring gives the ancient city beautiful and charming spring thunder. Running and crying in the spring breeze. Songs are broadcast in spring rain. Spring tides are like rough waves. Every cell of a person is dyed green. A bird of hope is in the north. The hearts of Beijingers are quietly nesting, and the echo of Sun Guangli's firecrackers falls to the ground. Those more or less happiness are like snow. The old year is gone forever, and the new year begins quietly. Let youth grow old and childhood grow up day by day. The past is in blowing in the wind, and hope is budding. Whose call in the sky makes you feel spring? Early spring is very warm, early spring is very warm, but after all, it is not a severe winter. In spring, geese come to your door. In spring, Korea is green, the wind and rain are green, and the rain is green. When she woke up in spring, she jumped into our arms. Before clearing her throat, she scattered fragile songs all over the floor. The fruit tree exploded into a dazzling ribbon just before it woke up and grew leaves. The most beautiful spring is a busy swallow. As she whispered, she carefully cut out new clothes for spring with shiny scissors. Although sometimes it still makes you feel a little cold, hot spring can eventually bring out the gloomy winter memory ... "Spring Night Morning"-Haizi carries his ancient roots to the ground at night and goes to the frog's green calf and the moon's green eye socket. There is also a green bullet shell with green flowers on my back. In the morning, I went back to the village and gently knocked on the door. A drinking bee landed on my neck. She thinks I may be a person far from the ground. Mother opened the door and saw a row of wet Woods facing vilen. She knelt down neatly. They cried, "Mom, in spring, ten Haizi-Haizi's spring, Haizi's spring, all ten Haizi are resurrected in the beautiful scenery, laughing at this barbaric and sad Haizi. How long have you slept? In spring, ten Haizi growled around you, danced with me, messed up your black hair by singing, and rode away on you. The dust is flying, and the pain of your division permeates the land of spring. This is the only Haizi who brutally retaliates. The last one is children of the night, immersed in the winter, unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside with high grain piles. Covering the window is half for a family of six, half for food and stomach, and half for agriculture. They breed strong winds from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn?
7. The modern famous sentence of spring comes from a modern poem, which describes the spring when birds call.
Push open the door of spring
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering outside the primary school.
Lost in the rain
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me summarize.
They are my friends.
It seems that I met someone by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Take back the friendly voice from your partner.
Outside school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Suddenly I remembered some tombstones.
I suddenly remembered my childhood.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Spring this year
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Suddenly I remembered some tombstones.
I suddenly remembered my childhood.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do? Modern poems describing spring.
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
The rain passed through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a lady with a long shawl and a black waterfall.
Grasp the time firmly
So I became
Lost in the rain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
desire
The irresistible modern poem about spring.