The March wind, thin and soft, blows warmly from your cheeks, like a lover's whisper, quietly warming your heart.
The sunshine in March is also subtle. It walked carefully through the clouds and looked at it from a distance. It seemed that it wanted to talk. Standing by the river in March, my heart was moved by this warm spring.
Maybe I am old, sensitive to the growth and replacement of everything in this world, and moved by some subtle things around me.
Teenagers read books, and they wrote everything beautiful from spring to the world, but I didn't know it at all. I watched spring quietly enter March in various postures, but it was still dull, and I didn't feel the changes of seasons and life with my heart. At that time, it was a long time and the future was far away.
Now that I am old, I suddenly find that time is like a spinning top, turning and turning. If I am not careful, many days will disappear in the change of annual rings.
Spring comes and goes again and again, and it keeps aging our faces. And March is still my favorite season. I call it again and again in the cold wind of winter.
March in my eyes came quietly wrapped in a transparent veil. She hurried, dyed the mountain green, reflected the water red, violently raised the wheat seedlings, and quietly hung the stamens on the treetops.
March is a door. Open a crack and spring will be revealed. Beautiful spring, swaying and crowding across the threshold, bloom overnight. The irresistible spring stands in front of the world without shame.
Therefore, Chun has long known people's love for her, so she always wants to give us a surprise quietly, and we will be more and more moved by her painstaking efforts after gradually passing through the ignorant youth.
Standing in the March wind, thinking and thinking, melting myself in the March sunshine.
Prose March February March, spring is an angel. A touch of green and a little red make up the wall. In the gorgeous sunshine, the spring in Jiangnan is getting stronger and stronger. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the sparkling clear water lake. Rows of pine and cypress became the most beautiful embellishment along the way. In my memory, you smiled like a flower.
Let go of lingering lovesickness and reluctant memories. Don't sigh that everything is impermanent. Taking the wind and flowers as the foreshadowing, write down the encounter between you and me that has nothing to do with the snowy moon. I once waited for you to come back in the bleak cold wind, and then sent you away in the long snowy night. Another winter passed, and the lakeshore was already full of willows and peach blossoms.
Breeze comes and goes, rippling in the long river of memory, and your smile emerges in the tidbits of green, fat, red and thin. This lake shore, which is * * * degrees higher than you, tells me how to swim lightly at the moment. You once said you were mine in late autumn, but now butterflies are dancing among the flowers, and the phrase you are mine is still floating in the air. Bright and warm sunshine, soft spring breeze. The picture of you and me holding hands is gradually hazy, and finally disappears in the strangeness of Qian Shan.
March Prose 3 March, a smiling face, a pair of affectionate eyes, an emotional figure, a heart that loves eternity, and vivid pictures. ...
In the warm March, in the drizzle of spring, I walked through my childhood, my youth and my middle age. Spring blushes for another face: white clouds, blue sky, green fields, sea, wind, flowers, lakes and distant mountains.
Passionate March, the spring breeze is slight, the water waves are rippling, the soil tempts the roses in the garden, the birds clamor for the tranquility of the tree, and Swift flies away from the beautiful image of the full moon.
The unrestrained March soothes the beating heart, passionately breeds one beautiful youth after another, ripples one after another with dreams, and deduces one after another with happy time.
In the warm March, peach blossoms are the wedding dress, spring water is the dew, the sun, the moon and the stars are the feast, piano and whistle are the music movements, long sleeves are waved, charming spring scenery is sown, angels are called to sing and dance, and good people are blessed.
In March of love, the flowers in March are also rosy, rosy clouds are falling, thoughts are flying in the depths of white clouds, singing for the noble soul, and singing for the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.
In the March of love, lines of poems flowed out, singing this piece of green grass, singing the hollow stream that quietly rolled up the waves on the black land, for spring, for tranquility, for beauty and for happiness. ...
March 4th Prose March, in the north, early spring is warm and cold.
When I lived by Xiling Lake, I liked to run to the lake when I had nothing to do. In the morning, at dusk, after the rain, the lake after the snow is like a woman with outstanding charm, charming when quiet and full of enthusiasm when noisy. Since I moved to this community, flowers and trees have moved to the front and back of the house, and the lake has been replaced by a large grassland. On the solstice after winter, even the sun is hidden behind dozens of floors. I believe in laziness and laziness. Slowly, I actually got used to sitting on the balcony and looking at the scenery outside through the French window.
In the days when heating is stopped, northerners who are used to cat winter are forced to panic by the cold in the house. Spring and cold once again occupy and erode every corner of the house, and the idle duvets are invited out again. Watching TV at night, the air conditioner should be on for an hour or two. It seems warm to put the small quilt that my son used as a child on his leg and hold it in his arms again.
Idle in the house during the day, the warmest place is the balcony. The sun shines in, asparagus and dwarf compete in the light and shadow, the buds of begonia shine among the leaves like stars, and Lan is still arrogant, like a lofty and lonely weak woman who can't find a bosom friend with her own worries.
Through the balcony, there are three or five figures on the grass, wearing blue coats and black boots. The green water has been watered several times before the flowers and plants are trimmed. When the grass began to turn green, it first smelled the smoke through the big French window, and the grass lit the fire in the wilderness in spring. The staff of Yayuan began to collect grass leaves with tools such as iron harrows. It's the dead leaves of ginkgo tree, hibiscus tree, magnolia tree and willow tree in the last season. The smoke rises like the soul of leaves, erratic and unable to find the edge.
I firmly believe that this wilderness fire will not only burn on the grass outside the window, but also cross the city, and the countryside will be more spectacular. When the cattle are pulled into the field, the land to be plowed will be filled with smoke. Setting fire to the wasteland makes every spring seem a little exciting.
With the gradual dispersion of smoke, the air is filled with a smell, subtle, evasive and absent, which makes every inch of the body feel excited, nervous and excited. It's much warmer outside than indoors. Obviously, the children can't stay in the house. They run outside in droves. They were running among the trees, sweating on their foreheads. The branches of trees seem to feel the heat of this temperature, and they bulge small bones at the spores. There is still a large piece of black soil burnt by firecrackers on the grassland that has not been cleaned up. The green grass tip first sticks out of the ground from the black, and after a few days of warm sunny days, a large piece of green covers the burnt black. A dog is running happily on the grass, excitedly chasing a piece of paper blown by the wind. This dynamic scene actually calls back the childlike innocence.
A little farther away, the willow is as green as smoke, which is the ethereal lightness that looks green from a distance. I have always believed that Liu should go directly into Song Ci. Song ci is gauze, spring willow is smoke, fog, lovesickness and sorrow. No matter from a distance or from a close look, it is soft to the sadness of the soul, misty and hazy, Liu Yiyi, lonely village grass far away, apricot flowers flying in the setting sun.
Poems related to March include Li Bai's old friend's farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, Yangzhou's March fireworks, and Tang poems like porcelain. These words spread out on paper, elegant and solemn, gripping. That year, I also went to Slender West Lake at this time. It's willow green and pink, some frivolous, some ostentatious. Now living in the north, the geographical difference has nothing to do with the south of the Yangtze River where willows pile up smoke.
March appeared in the painter's pen, ordinary and elegant. At that time, the birch forest in the Russian town had not yet turned green, but the sky was washed as high as water and spotless blue. Under this blue temptation, the snow and ice in the middle of winter began to melt quietly, and the sun shone on the dark brown hut. Like a fairy tale, everything revived and the earth began to wake up.
The wind blows from one place to another. Sobbing, like a dissatisfied housewife without talent, telling some stories of the elderly.
The news of death came and turned into a disaster. Fear and fear, the days related or unrelated to March passed day by day.
Spring rain seems far away, and waiting is also a kind of life! After all, the warm and humid monsoon started from the south, and even the sunshine was smiling with confidence. This season is advancing steadily. Who can stop it?
Today is Saturday. ...
Wake up in the morning, open the curtains, and the roof is white! Isn't this snow in March? My heart suddenly throbbed. White snowflakes, like a layer of white sand, gently cover the roof. The town in the morning is like a quiet bride, remembering the past in a white wedding dress, with the longing and expectation of young girls in her eyes!
I stood at the window, looking at Chun Xue in front of me, a long-lost mood, soaked by the snow in March, full of thoughts, just like seeing other lovers don't know how to speak!
Spring snow, like the tenderness of a girl, can always turn the heart of spring. Today is another Saturday …
I woke up early in the morning, lit my mood and looked at the beautiful images of Chun Xue. I believe that it is not only a poem written by a poet, a manuscript in the hands of a painter, a lens in the eyes of a photographer, but also a gift for this spring-after this snow, it will be green!
The willows in the yard have sprouted, and the new green and the Chun Xue form a beautiful pattern, infatuated with people's mood at the moment. I don't know how to describe it, but I feel my mood dancing with the willows swaying in the breeze outside the window! I really want to be the snow on this tree and embed my lifelong thoughts in this new green; I really want to become a bird and sing a hymn of nature in this bush. This is my mood at the moment. With the spring breeze, I set foot on the morning road in Chun Xue!
For a long time, I always put myself in a hurried footprint, suddenly looking back, looking at the endless sky and asking myself, where has the time gone?
Thinking of this, a sadness rose faintly from the bottom of my heart. Is our life sometimes short, just like this Chun Xue, we haven't had time to enjoy the spring life, and when the sun comes out, it becomes a gurgling stream? ...
I quietly looked out of the window and read the words of this spring. The snow in spring, like the miss of a young girl in spring, is gentle and evokes people's fantasy whether it falls on the roof or hangs on the branches! Yes, I dare not try to touch Chun Xue's skin. I am afraid that the cool throb in my heart will become an eternal concern!
Suddenly, the wind blew overnight, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. At the moment, facing Chun Xue in March, I understand the moral of this sentence better, which is a deep attachment to spring, an infinite nostalgia for youth and a long-term expectation for youth.
Spring is a vibrant season, and the green everywhere attracts countless groups of butterflies and bees like the ocean. Lonely Woods begin to grow wildly here, and the lush trees are like watching a bird concert, just snuggling up to each other; In a barren winter field, farmers gradually emerged, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so people who have lived in the countryside can see the figure of walking in the morning and the song of relaxing when the sunset returns!
This snow is not written in March, but in March's life, like a March poem, which delights people's mood and makes people daydream and aftertaste in this cool time and space!
In March, everything revived and the earth was full. Like everything else, I believe that the snow in March must be a part of everything, a flower growing in the north. It opens on the tree, on the ground and in the hearts of northerners. It is beautiful, but it is the best portrayal of its life. It can not only nourish people's thirst in spring, but also give people a desire to let them fly their hearts in this March sky. This is a noble flower!
In March, Chun Lv has appeared in front of us. Anywhere, anywhere, we can dance the silence in our hearts and take us into this spring season. ...
The morning light outside the window gradually caught my eye, and the bright spring is like a smiling face of a girl, writing youth. The sun shines on the snow in March. Suddenly give a person a feeling of giving up. I can't hear its voice, but I see its shadow. I'm worried that in the near future, this Chun Xue will fade away in this spring sunshine and become a memory of spring. Just like the words of this spring, they will stay in the footprints of our lives and inspire us to discover the beauty in life!
In his short life, Chun Xue left the most wonderful words to the earth. Can we forget its existence in spring because it is short? She is like peach blossom and apricot blossom in March. In the eyes of northerners, she is as delicate, as melodramatic and as dreamy. ...
Life is full of infinite meaning, what's more, Chun Xue's life is short. As long as it is beautiful, it can always touch our hearts. Chun Xue in March is not the theme of spring in March, but its longing and love will be the most beautiful and nostalgic words in March, loaded in the soil of our lives!
In happy and sweet Chun Xue, you can hear the songs of spring. Pieces of rain and snow in spring tell stories, which always remind people of the poems in thread-bound books and ancient books. Dyed vilen green, dyed Taolin red, and dyed the pear garden white!
Go into spring and listen to spring. The breath of spring is pleasant, the pace of spring is hurried, the melody of spring is pleasant, and the songs of spring are sweet and moist. Even the snowflakes in spring will make us move!
Three, spending the night in the snow shouldn't hurt China. Now I may know that the snow in March is not only a sentimental mood in the hearts of the ancients, but also an excellent admiration for everything in life!
March Prose 6 The cold wind in March messed up the hair in the middle of winter, though it was very short. I remember I had a good relationship with this cold. I was born between winter and December, and I like this cold feeling. How old was I when I left school with my schoolbag on my back! It takes more than half an hour to get to Qingdao by ferry, and the wind is very strong. Standing on the deck, I just want to stand and think about the road I have walked and the road I want to go. ...
That year was the first spring when I met her. The flowers are not in full bloom yet, and they smell a little gorgeous, unlike now. Spring has passed in a flash, like a fleeting moment, and many indelible memories are intertwined. This is the first girl he likes. Of course, what I can remember is that I forced her first kiss, not only hers, but also his. This spring is charming, but it will pass. The next spring, he decided to travel far away and reach a place he thought was far away and had never been to.
The spring here is different from any spring known before. No buds, no melting snow. There is only the white earth, with no trace of the end in sight. Every cold wind made him unable to stand upright, like an invisible expulsion. I heard a long moan: "You don't belong here, or leave ... leave ..."
How many intersections did you turn in order to find something? In the dead of winter, he didn't indulge in the ethereal life. He would say, "People should be passionate, not always excited, but stick to their beliefs. Maybe the journey is bumpy and the ending is unpredictable, but you should have passion ... "
Some people say that traveling is just to leave the place where you are tired of living and change to the place where others are tired of living. If you complain about the unpleasantness on the way, it will also destroy the purpose of your trip. Traveling in the middle of winter is to find new ideas from places where people are tired of life. Perhaps, he needs someone who can accompany him through many places where others are tired of living. He is willing to give everything for her, even if the world is small, but only you and me. However, we must have enough wealth to lay this promise, and we must use our own hands to support a large enough sky for each other.
It's another spring. I can't see the excitement of spring in this spring, but there are magnificent seas, heavy mountains, warm little houses and greeting people. He feels warm, as if he can stop here, have a rest, or travel far. However, I have a little concern and a little memory in my heart. In fact, he really wants to rest in this place, but he still remembers to be passionate when facing the unknown. ...
He works hard and is ordinary. This reminds him of another person. Lan is a plain and surprising person, indifferent to life and feelings. I haven't heard of the person she likes, but I'd like to guess. Even if she said she was engaged, she wouldn't be too surprised. This is Ian.
The cold in March evoked many memories. At least, the closer the present is to the future, the farther it will be. The road still has to go step by step. What can you get from too much speculation? Is it success or the pressure attached to success? Just don't talk about it. Everything will be fine. ...
March Prose 7 Jiangnan in March is the season when grass grows and warblers fly.
When the cuckoo's first crow broke the tranquility of a small mountain village, when the willows on the shore were covered with yellow branches and buds, when ducks swam happily in the pond, when swallows built their nests in front of the eaves with the first mouthful of new mud, when the branches of peach and pear trees in front of them were full of budding flowers, when withered grass was covered with green clothes, when Chinese milk vetch blushed in the green waves, and when rape flowers in Huang Cancan swayed,
The wind has softened, the water has become clear, the sky has become high, the sun is shining and the sky is bright!
Children in Shan Ye can appreciate the beauty of spring best. Green is the color of their lives, rain is the wind and rain of their lives, and it is the rhythm of their lives: flowers are the crown on their heads, the flute is the music score of their lives, and birds are the songs of their lives; Clouds, the magnificence of their bodies, the slopes of fields, their paradise and wild fruits are all delicious foods they covet.
A seed germinated, with a shell and a grinning young leaf, bamboo shoots broke through the ground and sharp corners sprouted out to peep; Willow branches have a variety of shapes, stirring your thoughts, flowers bloom, causing bees to fly and butterflies to dance; The stream is flowing happily, the birds are singing enthusiastically, and the lotus leaf in the pond in front of the door is graceful, which reminds people of Yang Wanli's poem: Spring is silent and precious, the trees are gloomy, the water is sparkling, the mood is sunny and soft, the lotus is sharp, and the dragonfly has already stood on it.
The beauty of spring can't be described in words, words, or fixed by lens. That kind of moving beauty, only when you are in it, melt it, feel it with your heart and appreciate it, will you have that kind of shock and fright to life.
When the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan and the peach blossom is red like March, that stupid, stupid and eager heart longs to feel the breath of spring in nature. Test husband: When shall we go for an outing? I have no time, so I am so melodramatic. I'm going alone. My bones are falling apart. Egged on her daughter: Will you come with me? I have to go to work and have an exam. Who is as idle as you?
A heart worshipped by the spring tide suddenly cooled half.
So the next best thing is to enjoy visual enjoyment at home. On the Internet and TV, the information and traces of spring are overwhelming-100,000 mu of rapeseed demonstration base, endless golden yellow, will break your eyes. "Peach blossoms are blooming", and peach blossoms are everywhere, like rosy clouds burning in the sky. The cherry blossoms of Wuhan University are in full bloom.
Every string of footsteps in spring always makes people linger, and every touch of color in spring always makes people intoxicated.
A few days later, my father came to live with us for two days. He suggested that I accompany him to see menstruation and his mother nearby. My aunt and mother live in the suburbs, and the house has been demolished, leaving some soil and fields. On such a sunny day, it should be a good choice to go out for air.
As soon as I walked out of the city, the air was filled with the smell of My Sweetie. This is a fresh smell of earth, with a faint smell of flowers and vegetables. Although construction is under way everywhere, bulldozers roar and loess covers green fields. But in the shade of a tree, in front of a house, three peach blossoms are blooming brightly, and my heart is full of joy, but my heart soon gets cold. In a few months, it will be razed to the ground and replaced by high-rise buildings. At this time next year, the peach blossoms and willows will no longer be green.
Last year, today, in this door, people's faces are pink. I don't know where the peach blossom went. Can people still laugh at the spring breeze?
Out of water, spring is gone. Every ray of sunshine in spring always gives people infinite reverie, and the fleeting spring scenery adds to many people's melancholy and sadness.
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Spring can't stay in the world, but it can come as scheduled, always confusing me, challenging me and calling me!
One yang, one spring, the end of March, and wheatgrass will come again in April. This vibrant, vibrant, thriving and colorful spring has turned into a world of flowers and a green ocean in my eyes!
March Prose 8 Life, sometimes, is just so impermanent.
Life is more impermanent
Life that was alive a second ago was separated by yin and yang in a blink of an eye. At first glance, it was a happy and warm life, but when I turned around, it was a mess and loneliness.
Then, let's live soberly in the controllable present tense.
Staying alone in the dormitory, I suddenly feel empty and full of tears, but I can bear it after all. Everyone has everyone's life track, and companionship is destined to be temporary. If you are too greedy, it will only be hard to let go.
I cry every night when they are away. I think I'll be angry if they abandon me. Think about it, I think it's still my fault. People can't be so selfish, can they?
In fact, it is a great fate to be together in a city, a university and a dormitory. As the saying goes, the contented are always happy.
We always care too much, care about fame and fortune, care about gains and losses, and finally find something that makes people toss and turn, which becomes an irreparable mistake. Why bother?
This is an era of economy and technology, and it is an era in which fast rhythm dominates melody. However, as sentient beings involved, should we think about whether what we are chasing is worth it? Why do we always have to wait until the death sentence is passed before reviewing it? This review is to gain sympathy and tears. Or just become the focus of public opinion, become people's talk after dinner, thus raising themselves and suppressing others as a stepping stone?
Material desires cross-flow, after all, the scenery is completely transparent, and the affair is all empty.
Simple and simple, servants are down-to-earth, earnest, happy and sincere.
Prose smells fresh air on March 9 with the comfort of the Spring Festival. When a ray of sunshine generously sprinkled on the earth, we walked into the countryside in March and into the crowd enjoying flowers.
Bathed in the sunshine in March, the heart is surging, and no force can stop the pace of spring. Looking up at the sky, in the blue tranquility, the clouds are spreading. Looking down, under the mottled light and shadow, it is the rustling of leaves falling. The intersection of sunshine and dense forests is an unparalleled beauty.
The sun is shining in March, and everything is full of vitality. Birds stop on the dense branches and sing for the beautiful spring. Walking in the colorful grass and green where butterflies and bees are flying, I pursue the footprints of spring, breathe the fragrance of the season and feel the refreshing beauty of spring.
The sunshine in March, polishing the shiny plowshares, goes deep into the hardened soil and makes the breath of spring gather more and more. Spring river plumbing, swaying light waves and rippling spring breeze echo each other.
The sunshine in March, reflecting pink and green, embraced the oath and withered all the memories of winter.
The sunshine in March, in the bustling crowd, sounded the wind chimes of life. At the moment of staring, my affectionate eyes are alone in my sight. On the bumpy road of my life, a low eyebrow bent by depression covered my eyes with the attitude of willow leaves.
Take a deep and shallow step and walk into the sunshine in March. The deep homesickness remains the same, the figure of hometown remains the same, the warm spring breeze blows, the sharp bamboo shoots break through the ground with the energy of a winter, and the crystal dew blooms with the heart sound. Look at the swaying branches, new passion is brewing more thrilling buds.
I walked in the sunshine in March, listening to bloom with a devotion, singing poetry with a passion, and writing about the eternal spring in the process of life with a dedication.
March Prose 10 The mood in March is warm. Under the gentle breeze of the southern warm wind, the branches are getting longer and longer, and the mood and youth go hand in hand. Forgotten for a long time, the vigor of youth sprouted in my heart. See the mountains, listen to the water and smell the piano. Take a bath in spring during the day and step on the spring fog cage embankment at night. Listen to the dog barking on the other side and croaking at your feet. You can concentrate when you are busy and have a cup of tea when you are free. The coolness of scooping water in your hand can also feel the warmth in your heart.
The mood in March is cordial. In early spring and February, the rain wrapped cotton and grew up with the growing sun in spring. Stinking lightning and fierce thunder woke up from a dream. The rain fell obliquely on the ground, like a baby's clucking toddler, which made people stop. Cold and warm temperatures can't stop the persistence of green branches; Flowers in bud are like girls' smiles. Warm fast, cold fast! Everything stretches, the sky in my heart is painted blue by happiness, and the lawn in my heart is full of green.
The mood in March is imaginative. Open the bag for a year, and the spring sowing and autumn harvest are all clear. People didn't move, and their mood flew away. Love mountains and rivers, think of the white clouds on the top of the mountain, and think of the attachment of gulls to the company when they sing in the lake. I meditate in a leisurely pavilion, listening to Zen outside the temple wall, loving the world of mortals, and being silent. Inspire life, enjoy playing the waves in the rivers and lakes and stepping on the clouds day by day.
The mood in March is warm, cordial and imaginative. If you break it with a keyboard and scatter it on the journey of life, it may grow into a pleasing flower or two and decorate the space of your heart.