"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." I came to the spring night with the fragrance of spring rain. There are large clouds floating in the sky. When the spring breeze blows, the rain falls slowly and obliquely, and is densely intertwined, moistening the earth like ox hair and fine needles. The grass is spreading its branches and leaves in the rain, and the crops are absorbing nectar in the rain ... Ah! How vivid the scene in the rain is! Walking in the poetry of spring, I praise the silence of spring rain.
"I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." I came to the spring morning, the spring breeze was warm and the willow branches were slender. Exquisite, like a spring girl's hair. Willow branches move lightly, just like the hand of spring breeze brushing the elegant harp, and a string of charming spring sounds spread leisurely among willow leaves. Clean it up Scattered ... another spring breeze swept by, another touching melody sounded, and the sound of spring spread again ... Walking in the spring poetry, I enjoyed the scissors magic of spring breeze.
"At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." I came to that sunny spring afternoon, with flowers and green grass everywhere. At the first sight, I felt that the scenery was infinite and relaxed. Turn into an alley, the wall is covered with wisteria and the corner is surrounded by February orchids. Close your eyes as if there were butterflies and bees in front of you. In this world, green grass and moss seem to exude the fragrance of spring. Walking in the poem of Spring Poetry, I marvel at the magnificence of spring.
Looking out the window, it is still chilly, but my heart is full of the breath of spring. ...
Spring in memory-Prose 2 "There is no fragrance in the New Year, and grass buds first appear in February. Snow is too late for spring, and she wears a court tree as a flying flower. "
It snowed a few times, rained a few times, and it was cold and hot at first. I don't know how many times I have memorized Chun Xue by Han Yu, just to feel the warmth of spring, but I still can't find traces of spring everywhere. As far as I can see, there are really few scenes that can mark the arrival of spring. There is only one old tree in the yard that has lived for more than ten years, which is too monotonous.
Once upon a time, I didn't go to nature to appreciate the beauty of spring. The beauty of spring only appears in my imagination in my spare time, and only dances in those charming and clever words. I can't help but think of those fragments of spring in my memory. Although it has faded, it will still be memorable.
That was when I was in middle school. I have to ride 10 miles to school with my friends in the same village every day. When it rains, I usually take the path and the road. The path runs along the river in the west of the village. In winter, the river is covered with thick ice. Spring has come, watching the river melt day by day, my cotton-padded clothes are decreasing day by day, my body is getting lighter and lighter, and my heart is getting happier and happier. Finally, the river completely woke up from hibernation and began to flow happily again. I don't know when the grass on the roadside started, and clumps of green grass covered the roadside. Occasionally, a few sparrows or swallows pass by briskly, form a circle and go straight to the blue sky. My friends on the shore and I have also recovered our nature from the bondage and depression of winter. Along the way, we laughed and chased, accompanied by brisk running water and crisp birdsong, and wrote a symphony of spring, which is probably the most beautiful music in nature.
In this way, laughter and laughter all the way, the willow trees on the shore are greener every day, and the slender willow branches are stretched to the fullest, covered with tender buds like pale yellow hair balls.
If there is a spring rain and the path is muddy, we will take the main road. The road is flat and straight, and there are two rows of beautiful tall poplars beside the road. Although it is a long way, it has a different kind of interest for a group of young children. At that time, there were not as many cars on the road as there are now. Boys can show their skills, with their hands akimbo and no handlebars, and proudly pass by our girls. Sometimes they will look back at the girls who are left behind, with a hint of pride and disdain in their eyes. The girls are still riding safely and calmly, perhaps secretly envious of them.
My eyes always stay on the poplars on both sides of the road, and I like to stare at the big eyes with different shapes on the trunk, which is amazing. Especially after a spring rain, those eyes were moist, and their expressions were surprised, angry or sad, as if staring at us. At that time, I always wondered why it had so many eyes. Many years later, I knew it was the scar left by people cutting off the branches of poplar trees, and I couldn't bear to see it anymore. After the baptism of spring rain, the leaves of poplar trees are green, and the rain beads are still hanging, and the green is about to drop. Everything around me has become so fresh, quiet and spotless. Such a scene always reminds me of Wang Wei's poem: "Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow." I think it really fits.
Such a spring, in retrospect, always reveals a faint beauty and warmth, perhaps because it was also in my youth.
Only now, more and more tall buildings have been built around, and there are fewer and fewer spring in your eyes. I really want to invite three or five friends to the wild, see the wider blue sky, listen to the birds singing tactfully, touch the green grass, smell the fragrance of the soil, pick wild vegetables by myself and taste the taste of spring.
So, what are we waiting for? You know, spring is as fleeting as human youth and waits for no one! Hurry to find a sunny, warm spring breeze, contact with spring and embrace it!
Spring in Memory-Prose 3 Spring in Memory and Swallow in Memory If written in front, reading a swallow of a crane will suddenly remind me of many good memories in the past! I like spring, and I also like Chun Yan. I like flowers in full bloom in spring, and I like the oblique drizzle in spring. I like Chun Yan's hard work, and I like Chun Yan's benevolent ethics. I like natural mountains and rivers, and I like small towns and harmonious courtyards.
I still remember the deep alley, the quiet yard, and the tile-roofed house with the cornices of animal ridges. I still remember the antique woodcarving flower windows in Wawu, the bright glass windows with modern flavor, and the pots of flowers and plants with garlic seedlings and radish seedlings on the windowsill. I still remember my grandparents, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters who lived in the small yard, and my quarrelsome little guys ... However, all this is gone, and there is no room for swallows in the tall building. Occasionally, I can see these lovely elves in the park, but for Conan, getting close to them is a dream!
Say goodbye to firecrackers,
Say goodbye to the lanterns that cover the moon;
Suddenly, there is a harmonious airflow in the air;
The wind is no longer biting cold,
Snowflakes flying all over the sky can no longer cover the tender grass on the roadside.
Gradually, there is more water in the river.
Change the cold and lonely appearance in winter,
Laughing and singing into the distance.
A curved crescent bridge.
For an instant, it seemed to inject fresh life. ......
The crooked old trees on the bridge,
I don't know when generate has so many branches;
The green silk tapestry hangs down to the surface of the water as if to hold the surging spring tide.
The wind is blowing slightly,
It's raining again,
Thin rain is warm ...;
The wind is blowing fine rain,
The rain washed away the long willow branches again.
All living and inanimate objects
I am sucking this long-lost glycol without stint.
Suddenly a few chirping cheers,
Open this splash-ink landscape;
Little swallow with wings and red beak,
Through velvet willows,
Cross the curved bridge,
Fly into the oblique rain curtain,
Fly to Tian She surrounded by young crops by the river;
On the wall of Tian She, there are several pink flowers with smiles.
Or a long roadway paved with bluestone,
Or a gray tile house made of blue bricks,
Still a high courtyard wall;
Or gatehouses, shrines and engraved couplets surrounded by high walls.
The flower beds in the yard are still green oleanders.
There are also small pomegranate trees.
Before the steps, a cedar rose from the ground.
Dense branches and leaves protect their wings with upturned ridges and cornices.
Parallel to Chubai are almonds in full bloom.
Spring flowers are blooming!
Suddenly, Chen Yansheng,
Awaken the quiet yard in spring sleep;
Looking for the song "Two Black Elves",
Dance in the yard.
The swallow I may know is back. ......
The children are very happy,
There are old people with long beards and bamboo poles waiting for them;
Yaner is back! Yaner is back! !
Spring is back! ! !
Soon there was a special neighbor under my roof.
Facing the dawn,
Hard-working swallows peck grass and hold mud,
Flying again and again, returning again and again;
Soon, a small nest was completed in the evening when the sunset receded.
Whispering like a celebration!
Soon a nest of little swallows was born.
Yan Yu is noisy like welcoming new students!
As soon as the sickle was opened, the swallow came out of the nest;
Swallow on the roof, swallow on the roof,
The swallow climbed to the top of the forest, and jumped into the arms of the universe!
Yan Quner leaves in the morning and returns at dusk.
There is more noise in the yard.
Yanquner welcomes the wind and rain, and Yanquner sends the sunset;
The yard is more energetic,
Yan Quner flies across the road to school.
Life is more interesting;
A tree and a flock of birds are resting in the shade;
In the shade, I got together with my sister-in-law.
A woman rocking a stroller leisurely in the shade of a tree,
And the old man with a feather fan and a black scarf, talking about the past and the present;
On that day in the Huang Ju branch,
The geese circled over the yard,
Yan Sheng's rare anxiety;
This is Yaner saying goodbye to someone!
On a cold day,
Small courtyard is hard to find.
In half a year, people will never see the flying old Yan again. ......
I complain about this heartless winter!
I look forward to tomorrow's world full of spring! !
I am looking forward to the day when Yaner returns! ! !