The spring breeze comes as scheduled every year, blowing over one hill after another, and dyeing the flowers red, willow and green. When the stream was blown to clap my hands and sing, I stood on the balcony and looked at vilen faintly visible in the distance. My long-forgotten thoughts, like seeds, began to sprout in my heart and grow in the warm sunshine under the blowing of spring breeze!
The most unforgettable memories are, of course, the spring of childhood and student days. Perhaps because of cold clothes and hungry stomach, I always felt that the winter at that time was particularly cold and long, so I was particularly eager for spring, just like a wanderer who was eager to see his mother, always looking forward to and thinking about it!
And when spring unconsciously accompanied me on my way to school and home, my happy mood was as bright and fragrant as a blooming peach blossom; Light footsteps are like goats, jumping up and down, winding! Playing with his companions all the way, the bird was so scared that it didn't know where it was safest. When it's hot, I take off my cotton-padded jacket that I've worn all winter without scruple, revealing my not magnificent backbone, and kissing my skin in the spring breeze and spring breeze, which is comfortable and comfortable!
Spring not only gives us warmth, but also brings us "delicious wild vegetables" to fill our stomachs, such as willow leaves, poplar leaves, elm money and Sophora japonica, which appear in turn to accompany us through the time of hunger.
It is natural to love to play, but we realized the importance of "eating" at the early stage of suffering. As soon as the grass shows its sharp green color, we know what vegetables are, what grass is and what we can eat. You can't eat poisonous and bitter things.
Caring for food and crops, just like caring for our eyes, is an important course that flows in our blood and is engraved in our hearts.
On Sunday, we used waste paper to write the words "It is everyone's responsibility to care for crops" and "One grain today, ten liters tomorrow" with a brush. We made flags out of hemp or straw and planted them in the fields to remind people in the past not to trample on growing crops. If you find traces of being trampled by a shortcut in the field, you will plant a flag there that says, "If there is a road, it is a dog." It's uncivilized, but it works well.
Go to school, go home and pass by every day. Look at the green wheat seedlings, which have turned into waves of wheat waves under the spring breeze, as if waving to me; Flags are hunting in the wind, wheat waves are rolling, Malik is galloping, and pride is beyond words! A great sense of responsibility will surge in the bottom of my heart and rise!
If you are lucky enough to occupy a rape field, when rape is in bloom, it will be fragrant for ten miles, golden everywhere, bees flying and butterflies flying, beautiful scenery full of eyes, and your mood is like honey.
Whoever is in charge of the flag will naturally follow the flag. If the flag is torn by the wind and wet by the rain, it will be replaced actively until the crop particles return to the warehouse.
Year after year, round after round, the wheat flag accompanied me from primary school to middle school.
Although I have no place to plant the wheat flag now, and I have no worries about hunger, I know it has been flying in my heart.
Cherish food and never forget past sufferings. At the same time, the truth that "responsibility is more important than Mount Tai" has taken root in the land of my heart!
When the spring breeze blows, he will thrive in my heart!
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Memories of spring
Spring breeze blows up soaring thoughts, followed by misty memories and nostalgic memories.
I went to see a poet in spring. His home facing the sea left on March 26th.
Haizi went with the wind, and it should also be in this poetic season, which doomed him to leave with warbler's voice and Yan language. Sleep in the arms of spring.
His soul is tied to spring and returns to spring. His poems are tender and affectionate, and his lines are graceful and humble. Nature has great beauty, but it goes without saying. Haizi sings slowly, dedicating his body and mind to nature, turning life into a lonely fragrance in spring, pregnant with flowers and nectar.
The feelings of walking with heaven and earth, the expectation of mankind, the worship of nature and the compassion for life between heaven and earth are the feelings of a poet, praying silently in a poetic and somewhat frustrated spring. Leave an indelible memory in the world.
Haizi's poems are full of the soul of spring, with endless tenderness and sadness. Flaming lips recite poems from the depths of the soul, which are sad and sad. The poet cultivated the field of literature with a pen, planted blue words on the yellow land, invited rain and dew to moisten her, invited spring to warm her, wrote day and night, and waited for life to bloom in a spring. The field of literature grew green trees and was full of fruits of poetry and songs, but the poet left with beautiful memories.
Cha Haisheng died in the spring, as if he saw the solitary fragrance, which scattered all over the floor and broke all over the floor.
Reading Haizi's poems is in the fragrance of flowers, and knowing that Haizi's departure is also in spring, his poems will always be warm and smart in memory. If Beidao's poems are like wandering, Haizi's poems will always be associated with spring in his heart, until even his life is silent in spring, and the flowers of spring poems have a beautiful home.
Bloom wrote that the end of the year is not as gorgeous as the flowers in Liu Qing, and every spring is a different memory. After people left, they left a gorgeous body and endless poems for people to sing. If Haizi's life is compared to a flower, then a beautiful flower proudly blooming in Wan Fang in spring is too fragile because of the gorgeous stage, and perfection is always fragile.
The soft catkins in spring are drifting away, the endless catkins flying in the wind are endless thoughts or white worries, and the red rain in the wind is the remnants of England or a messy glance. In the memory of spring, there are Haizi's poems, which used to be clear and true poems, but now they have become air-dried sadness. Except Haizi, the disappearing figure in spring reminds me of a lonely singer like a thorn bird.