February Like Scissors Composition 1 February Like Scissors is a poem by He, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. This statement is absolutely correct.
You see, the scissors of the spring breeze in February cut off the cold in winter and the spring when everything recovers. Willow braids are cut as soft as moss and fluttered like ribbons; These flowers are cut into various ways, and thus become colorful; The lawn was trimmed by it, and it was as green as a blue pool.
Look again, under the scissors of the spring breeze in February, Wenfeng Park was beautifully trimmed by it. Several willows by the roadside and lake are full of vitality, like little girls shaking the hair decorated by Sister Chun. Further inside, the ice on the lake was cut by Sister Chun, revealing the Jade Lake. How beautiful! In the courtyard where Qipeng Tower is located, those strange stones are decorated more wonderfully by it.
The spring breeze in February is a beautiful and exquisite girl, holding magical scissors to trim our vibrant nature, bringing people a beautiful environment and a happy mood.
Spring breeze in February, we welcome you, thank you!
February is like scissors. The arrival of February really reminds me of the classic handwriting of the Tang Dynasty poet He: I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but February is like scissors. Wonderful poems, coupled with beautiful spring scenery, what a scene full of spring, what a freehand brushwork picture. However, in this warm and cold early spring rhythm, who would have thought that there was sadness in the last song?
The spring breeze blows the warm horn, and I only want to wake up the frozen heart, expecting the familiar figure to set foot on the way home again. Spring breeze should not be as cold as it is now. It's just winter coming back to life, not a common reaction in spring. Spring should be a warm flower and a vibrant scene. It should not be as cold and dry as Cang Sang.
Wandering around the world, my body and mind are like floating clouds, and I don't know where the wind and waves will end. You know, this man had a long way to go before he died, with a cold world and weak human feelings. If he suffers from supercilious look and cynicism, I hope you can bear it strongly; You know, when a person drinks water, he knows whether it is warm or cold. Now that his family is not around, you must do it alone, cherish it and protect yourself. Remember, parents' kindness is more than gold, and spring is endless. As brothers in the depths of the ocean, I hope to come back from the horizon.
I know that running away from home is actually your most helpless or fragile choice, and I have felt the same way. That year, because of disagreement with my mother, I stubbornly moved to rent a house outside. Although life outside is really free enough, I always feel that I owe something after leaving home for a long time, as if I have a guilty conscience. Also, as the saying goes, the dragon bed is not as good as its own kennel. Living outside, whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation or daily necessities, every need will be immediate, and the expenditure is as difficult to control as a running account, which really makes people realize the bitterness of life. Now, these or those trivial things in life will also become real problems you will face in the future. I hope you can accept it bravely and remain optimistic at the same time.
Today coincides with the Lantern Festival. According to legend, this is a good day to enjoy lanterns and a good time to get together. But children who leave home are still wandering around the world. Children don't know how to lie. I asked him who was good to you in his family. He said that my parents often scold me, my grandmother is not good to me, and my aunt is the best to me. Why hasn't my aunt come back yet? where has she gone ? I remember when you are at home, you always get up early and bring us the first bowl of steaming glutinous rice balls. Now that I'm not at home, I guess the dumplings are not round and the taste is weak.
What makes this home taste weak? Is it that nasty February spring breeze? This cold spring breeze seems to hold endless emptiness, just like a knife blade quietly passing through the heart.
However, there is a kind of affection, called affection, which can never be cut off. It's just sad, cutting and confusing.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Composition 3 "Jasper is dressed as a tree, with thousands of moss tapestries hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " He's famous poem "Yong Liu" sings the spring breeze with willow, and the poem is filled with people's joy in early spring. The success of this poem lies in the novelty, appropriateness, appropriateness and complementarity of metaphor and metaphor. Therefore, "300 Notes on Tang Poetry" says: "Give something wonderful, which means tenderness." Generally, in people's minds, when the spring breeze ripples slightly, it is the time when the willows spread their branches and leaves, which also indicates the arrival of spring. Willow is beautiful. Her beauty lies not only in her external image, but also in her elegant temperament. It's a long, flowing branch. Once a year, under the gentle spring breeze, new green leaves grow, drooping and charming, just like the girl who hired Tingting, with light steps and elegant dance. For this reason, in this poem, the author borrows this kind of image beauty to describe and compare a beautiful figure with graceful waist branches, and describes the image of a willow that has become a beauty in the slight spring breeze. According to historical records, "Southern History" said that Liu Yong was the secretariat of Yizhou and offered several willow trees. "These stripes are very long and look like lines." Emperor Wu of Qi planted these willows in the Taichang cloud and in front of the temple, calling them "romantic and lovely". This shows the ancient people's complex of appreciating and loving willows. The most exquisite poem is "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Before he opened it, who imagined that the spring breeze was like scissors? Only He, who has never been seen before, is unique and unique, turning willow into human beings and beauty into willow. In this famous classical poem, the willow is a person, and this person is also a willow. The combination of man and willow brings out the best in each other, changing the warm and cold February spring breeze from invisible to tangible, showing the magic and dexterity of spring breeze, and making this poetic and meaningful poem "Chanting Willow" a model of chanting things.
Early spring and February, which should be the season of warm spring in bloom, can be attributed to the special weather in late spring this year. Because of this, the early spring of this year seems to have been in a long cold spell. Spring girl is shy, and the beautiful image is always late.
This year's weather is abnormal, even the climate is abnormal, the temperature is extremely unstable, or the weather is sunny and the temperature is high, which makes people feel the warmth of spring breeze and spring. In a flash, when a continuous spring rain comes, a cold air flow like winter will be wrapped in a misty spring rain. Without the lights, the low temperature will make people feel back to the long winter. Although the current urban greening sometimes creates an illusion that the four seasons have no obvious changes and no clear boundaries. Every time I stop on the wide road of the city, both sides of the road are surrounded by green all year round, and the trees are lush all year round, so I can't feel the depression in winter at all. Only the cold current that strikes from time to time will make people tremble and fear, and I can distinguish the temperature difference between the four seasons. ...
After a lingering spring rain, it coincides with a sunny day. For this reason, I want to be in close contact with the sun at home. The green belts along the river next to the building are all trees, and most of them are tall trees, which not only have good ventilation conditions, but also have sufficient light. Because of this, it is skillfully used by the owner and becomes the best place to dry clothes and quilts naturally.
At the foot are clumps of low holly, which are lush all year round, but the trees here are deciduous trees. Because of this, leaves fall in autumn and only bare trunks remain in winter. When I was in bask in the quilt yesterday, I made a novel discovery by accident. Those branches that look a little withered have a shallow turquoise color, and each one is like a bud in a small purse, bulging, and may burst open a thin coat at any time, and then stretch and spread freely until it grows luxuriantly ... Seeing this scene, I can't help but pass a smile on my face. Spring is finally here!