Chapter 1: Spring grass is green all year round, but what I fear most is spring. I can endure the monotony of summer, the dullness of autumn, the loneliness of winter, and sometimes a moment of happiness. The scorching sunshine, gaunt frost forest and dense dark clouds are so commensurate with the scarred world that they can really be regarded as an excellent background for this never-ending tragedy. However, as soon as I saw the green grass in front of the steps and the red flowers outside the window, I felt the disharmony of the universe, as if I heard a girl giving a fragile laugh at the bedside of a dying patient. No, it's like hearing the death knell of sadness at a wedding.
Whenever I am in spring returns, I often think of the girl in Hamlet who wears a wreath and sings and sinks into the water. This is really a great tragedy! Every year, bloom is full of graves, and the universe is always so binary. The two are intertwined to form this messy and inferior world. I am not writing this because I am full of sadness about life, nor am I blaspheming it. The reason is that you have to understand carefully here …
The world has been changing, but I have never changed.
I am a person who always smiles, although I am in a bad mood. However, my smile is not a bitter smile when I am bored. If life makes us feel helpless and "draws a big circle alone", then the world is not worth laughing at. My smile is not the sneer of a sophisticated old man, nor the sadness and joy of being busy and annoying. Although I have tasted a lot and seen a little sneaky tricks, I always don't take these dirty tricks seriously and think they are not worthy of being treated as sophisticated objects. Therefore, no matter how hard I try, I always disdain to sneer at them. My smile is no sadder than my grimace after my heart died. What I feel most painful now is that my heart is too active. Somehow, no matter where I go, I always feel sad and sad, and there is a scene of heartbreak and sad death. How can I laugh? My bitter mood is not the kind of slightly poetic sentimental sentiment that some people often have. . . Maybe, I don't know myself very well ...
It seems that I hate the world, but as a sentimental person, what can I do? I can only read some words written by Han Han, looking for some inner comfort. Now, I don't want to read the years of my fourth year, just don't want to add any unnecessary sadness to my youthful tail.
There is a word called want to cry.
There is a word called laugh it off.
In this world where cries echo all the time, there is such a spring every year. In this season of sky blue and grass green, poisonous snakes also put on a set of spring clothes to keep company with people, and the foul smell trapped under the ice also spread to the couple with the green waves of spring water. I'm afraid these contradictions are the essence of the universe that Tessa has been pursuing for thousands of years!
"Full of spring breeze", that's all.
Chapter two: Another year of spring grass, spring scenery, dust and running water.
I always like rain. It comes so lightly, so quietly, and always falls inadvertently. The rain is moist, soft and cool, which seems to contain infinite affection. They call each other, come to the long-awaited embrace, slowly fall, slowly flow, enjoying the pleasure again and again. After the rain, the flowers and trees exude dazzling green, which makes people drool and memorable, and makes people feel infinite love. And the gloomy sky, with a wave of his big sleeves, shows bright colors. When you see bright colors and sunshine, you will feel perfect. When you realize how sweet Chu Qing is after the rain, you can enjoy this warm love.
Unconsciously, it is late spring, which makes people feel quite unhappy. In my spare time, I should have a desire to go for a walk in spring and play in the park, but after all, I lost some love and strong fantasy. Time will pass, but my curiosity has not been satisfied. I always feel that a poetic life is beautiful. Where there are flowers, wine and water, the poet's hometown is. Perhaps the poet's hometown is the place where there are flowers, wine and water, so he greedily maintains this seemingly distant vision. I fantasize about borrowing a Nanshan where chrysanthemums are in full bloom, five old willows, a pavilion carved with beams and painted buildings, a boat with leaves, a sunrise in the sea, a haze in Chicheng, a misty rain in Beigou, a breeze, a spring water, a pear tree, a song from Qingyuan and a graceful life.
After a year of reincarnation, the flowers and plants that died last year are now showing their vigorous vitality and pride in overcoming the fleeting time. What about our time? Where have you been? Time flies, how much youth is left for us to spend, so that we can harvest more time marks? Looking forward to a brand-new feeling, an unrepeatable pleasure, as Shakespeare said: enough, no, even if there is, it is not as beautiful as it is now. Let go of myself and exile myself, so I choose to try and cherish.
It is another year of spring grass, with a good mood, moving forward, meeting, discovering, meeting infinite unknowns and long-awaited expectations.
Chapter 3: Another year. It seems that overnight, spring flowers are in full bloom, and grass on the ground emerges from withered old leaves.
That snowy, dry and cold winter may just turn around and leave? In order to make this winter curled up indoors a little more spring, I have spent a lot of time and thought on creating spring. However, it backfired. Roses that have been raised for several years, for the first time, have fallen flowers and fallen leaves for no reason. I tried my best to treat, to change the soil, and finally died in despair. Then the Lagerstroemia indica, leaves, withered away one by one. In the face of this once gloomy life, I seem to know more about the disparity between manpower and fate.
Walking alone on the grass by the lake, warm wind blowing on my body, my thoughts flying far away. I know this spring spread from my hometown, where my childhood was connected. How many such oily early spring, I stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the world outside the mountain and the life just beginning, full of hope and yearning. I know that this spring will eventually extend to the birch forest where I grew up. How many such warm days, I leaned against the birch tree, or read books, or daydreamed, and my youth flew in the vastest sky. I know that God is always generous. Time is endless, but it gives people a chance to repeat it once a year, as if the extinguished fireworks were lit again and again, rekindling the hope of life. I know the earth is generous. People attribute their pain to the land where they grew up, and pursue hopeless happiness in repeated escapes and repeated pains, but pieces of land are always silently connected, bearing all the history and grievances, and sending selfless care and comfort in people's occasional review.
At this time, listen to the sound of spring coming again. There is no longer a' forest' that causes my reverie, and there is no longer a crying vilen, whose footsteps are messy and difficult to control. The four seasons are connected with the four seasons, and the earth is connected with the earth, but my years are broken and dissipated in the process of getting old. In such a secretly growing spring, I only use my deep thoughts and short dreams to consume the rest of my life.
It is another year of spring grass green, and it is still ten miles of apricot blossom red. I am willing to crawl towards the sky and the earth in this season, whether it belongs to me or not.
Chapter four: Another year of spring grass is green. This spring seems to come very late. Perhaps it is because of the heavy snow this year that this spring will come late.
Walking on the familiar path, looking at the hay stuck to the ground all winter, looking at the bare branches, there is no vitality at all. Suddenly a piece of green caught my eye. Although they are only a small piece, they seem to be calling to me-spring is coming!
Spring is a season full of vitality. Although there are no obvious signs yet, budding life is accumulating strength and waiting for the moment to see the sun again. Looking at these weak grasses that dare to fight and fight, I can't help but feel a little trembling. How can such weak grass have such tenacious vitality?
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
I can't help feeling ashamed at the thought of these grasses.
Year after year, they let themselves break through the ground and expose themselves to the sun. In order to achieve their goals, they don't give up anything that can be used as nutrition. They work hard and struggle hard, but what about me?
I haven't had a good class since I went to high school. I thought the content of junior high school could still be used in senior high school, but I didn't know until after I went to senior high school that things were not as simple as I thought. The curriculum in senior high school is more difficult than that in junior high school, with wider knowledge and coverage. I didn't want to hear it at first, but I didn't understand it later. The more you don't understand, the less you want to listen, which forms a vicious circle. At the end of the semester, I showed my true colors. Although my parents didn't say anything about me, I know that high school passed in a flash and a semester has been abandoned by me. I want to go on like this, but I know I can't. My heart is very contradictory, and the two ideas have been hotly debated in my mind for a long time. I can't help it. I have to study hard because of the situation.
During the first period of school, my mood was very low. I don't want to do anything. I don't know what I should do in the future. Life in high school made me unable to do what I wanted to do, and the pressure made me want to give up.
Spring grass, after such a cold winter, is still tenacious, and nothing can be crushed or crushed. Plants are like this, let alone people?
Another year of spring grass green, or ten years of peach blossom red. I also want to be like spring grass, face difficulties and persevere!
Chapter 5: Another year of spring grass and green winter blizzard, which was unexpected and unprepared. The snow whirled, one after another, and kept falling. The snow on the road is ankle deep, and there is ice hanging in front of the eaves. People are crowded in the house and seldom go out easily. Even if you want to go out, you should surround yourself tightly, showing only two eyes that can only recognize the way. When you walk on the road, you slip step by step, tremble slightly, and even fall down, so there are many people with fractures. People can't help asking, is this God crazy?
Thanks to the gods, I finally survived this disaster. After a few years, winter came to spring in a blink of an eye, and people who had been dormant for a winter finally expected the temperature to rise. Suddenly, they seem to be reborn after the robbery, and their hearts are full of surprises and hopes.
I believe in "being born", pretending to be in the cold wilderness again and again, looking for the message of spring. However, what you see is still endless desolation and loneliness. "The water is thin in front of you and the mountain is still cold." It is hard to be happy in the end.
One day, I wandered to a remote place on the hillside south of the city. Suddenly, the gurgling sound of running water was introduced into the eardrum. I looked for it, but there was a winding canal in front of me, but I saw the water gurgling, crystal clear, green grass swaying, and full of green. This scene made me stunned at once, as if it were an oasis in the desert. Looking at the lush green grass, I have to marvel at the tenacity of life.
Throughout the ages, people's love for faint grass is deeply rooted and unforgettable. Not to mention the time-honored "grass" has greatly increased the confidence of many people, and what is even more unforgettable is the infinite reverence of the former sages and later philosophers for grass. "The vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons", these two well-known poems have ignited many people's hopes. "The grass looks close, but there is nothing" and "Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe" give people a lot of beautiful enjoyment and spiritual impact.
My love for grass didn't start today. That year, I will raise chickens in my spare time and support my family on a meager salary. In spring, I go to the canal outside the city every day to cut back baskets of green grass and feed them to chickens at home. Looking at those more than 30 lively and chirping chickens is like an ink painting of the old man Baishi. I don't need to say that I am happy. Within a few days, these chicks, nourished by grass, broke through the ground and became heroic chicks. From then on, they can collect many eggs every day and replace them with stacked wool tickets to make up for the shortage of rice.
It is this seemingly insignificant clump of grass that suddenly moistens the heart soaked in winter.
Spring grass is hope and the source of colorful flowers.
See another year of spring grass green, let us quietly wait for the arrival of a colorful season in the germination of spring grass!
Chapter 6: It's another year of spring grass looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
The warm spring breeze across my face reminds me of the spring in Zhu Qing. In this warm spring season in bloom, I am cheerful, full of spirit and have a clearer goal in life. We all open our hearts to spring rain and spring rain. It is far from enough for us enthusiastic people, so we decided to take a step, get rid of sleepiness, go for an outing and feel the enthusiasm brought by spring.
A dozen of us decided to go to Yueming Lake for a spring outing. Everyone is like a bird in a cage, full of expectation and enthusiasm for the outside world. Look around all the way, afraid of missing the beautiful scenery. This is also my first time to take a bus around the mountain road. The mountain is towering into the sky, the road is halfway up the mountain, and the other side is a cliff. It's really thrilling. About an hour later, suddenly a clear lake came into view. We all shouted, as if we had entered a fairyland on earth. It's very comfortable and quiet here, really like the legendary Xanadu. Later, we all scrambled to get off the bus to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
We walked by the lake and the students were taking pictures. I walked forward and looked around. The dam of the lake is covered with green grass, neat and short. My heart is full of joy, and I can't help but say "Ah". I walked over and sat down, my heart thumped, and I couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful scenery and calm. Looking up, I saw a mountain as if it had been cut open, half torn and half left. The rocks were exposed and glistened in the sun. When I looked carefully, the cracks in the rock were covered with grass buds. They struggled to break free, and each one was not to be outdone. Although I have learned many articles about grass before, I have also heard about the strong grass in the rocks, but this time I saw it with my own eyes, and there is an indescribable and inexplicable feeling coming to my mind.
Grass can be seen everywhere, which makes spring more meaningful. If you look into the lake again, it will be pale green, giving you new hope and daydreaming. They make me cherish and fear life more. Graduation is coming soon, and no one dares to face fierce social competition and fight this war without smoke. Although the financial crisis is terrible, human wisdom is infinite and human strength is immeasurable. We are the main force of this era. Since the times need us, the society needs us, and the motherland needs us, we should go forward without fear of bullets. Grass still has such backbone, not to mention that we are descendants of dragons.
Difficulties are everywhere, as long as we are brave enough to overcome them; Financial crisis is terrible, as long as we dare to deal with it; Competition is really fierce, as long as we are good at grasping it. It is spring again, and the spring grass is green again. Are you ready?
Chapter 7: Another year of spring grass and green time flies. Yesterday, it was still a scene of killing. Suddenly, the river willows are green, the grass is green, and firecrackers are still ringing sporadically. The smell of that year has not completely dispersed. First, the fragrance came from the tree-lined path, and the birds on the branches sang and twittered at the sparse or half-opened or shy flowers and bones.
Time flies, fleeting, without a trace, leaving people nowhere to find. More like a flowing river, it never stops, surging towards the place where the sun rises, from ancient times to forever. Just like life, from the moment you are born, you go to the end step by step. There is no chance to breathe and stop. Only by going forward bravely and drawing a trace deep or shallow will there be a distinction between inaction and promising. That trace is the shadow of life, and everyone wants to paint it deep. It depends on the quality. A person with noble quality will definitely have a tasteful life.
This year's spring comes earlier than previous years, and the flavor of the year is filled with the breath of spring. Even couplets have returned to the tradition, with more handwriting than printed matter, and they are no longer the kind of "prosperous business and rich financial resources". Couplets. Walking in the streets or rural areas, you can see excellent couplets in both writing form and content, which shows that the national quality is improving and the living standard is improving.
They say it's harder every year. In fact, in this rapidly changing real world, there is no free time for you to squander. You must be careful, so that you won't waste time. Opportunity depends on seeking and creating. Diligence is a basic quality. The pie fell in the morning, bent down to pick it up and it's yours. If you don't bother to bend over, even if you get the chance, you will stay away from you.
Time makes people old. Inadvertently, the years dyed the sideburns white and the face was covered with wrinkles. From an ignorant teenager to the ranks of the elderly. There is no time to wait, the footsteps of the years are calling, the sunrise and sunset are repeating, the dead leaves set off by the north wind have not yet landed, and the spring breeze urges the bright flowers to bloom. The world is not lonely. Ordinary people are telling one empty story after another in order to find a reason.
Seeing that green, I can't help but sigh: a grass enriches the connotation of the season with her humble green; A flying bird, with its weak wings, raised the sight of the earth. As the soul of all things, keep the four seasons distinct with wisdom and strength!
Chapter 8: It's March again. Although it is cool, it has come to the side with a cheering smile. This is a season full of hope, everything will recover, and all life will start a new journey. ...
I remember the first time I knew the word "spring" when I was enlightened. I can't remember how many words and poems praised spring. There are countless beautiful articles decorated with green, such as smoke clouds passing by, and frames with fresh earthy breath floating from my eyes, such as spring grass, suddenly quietly knocking on your window lattice: Oh, this is the long-awaited spring?
After a very cold winter, countless strong lives have finally seen the splendor of spring, praying to keep the pace of spring in joy, hoping that this spring will stay in the heart of every life and drive away the cold of the soul! I don't know how long I've been looking forward to this spring, but I think this winter is too long, taking away a lot of longing eyes for life. For a long time, I couldn't let go. I could only tell myself in my heart countless times: Spring is coming, the spring grass is green, and it's good to be alive!
Maybe this is my unforgettable life course. I am particularly sensitive to this seasonal cycle, and I am always more concerned about the sudden death of life. In my heart, I really miss this season when spring grass grows and warblers fly, and willow smoke curls up. I can't hide the intoxicating beauty in the faint tenderness. Maybe I should step on the drizzle in March, measure the length of spring, and look for the memory of warm spring in bloom. Although the story of this season is often short, sometimes people will be afraid of its fleeting brevity, but there is a hope to stand proudly on the small bud of grass between green and not green in early spring, which will remain unchanged for thousands of years. I know that it is a kind of waiting for life, and there is always hope, which was left to Qian Shan after Qian Shan's thousands of waters; There is always hope, which is reserved for happiness after vicissitudes!
"The rainy night has arrived, I wonder if spring grass can grow." In the dark, spring grass always brings us the first ray of joy in spring. Although it is so weak, it is tenacious and unusual, which makes us feel the shocking power. I sincerely appreciate this little life, and I will definitely live like this. I don't want to bloom, but I want to look at the scenery of that season with a clear conscience!
Friends, it's another year of spring grass. With a brand new heart, let's go on the road together, and life will be brighter and brighter!