On the morning of spring, I woke up briskly and there were birds everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken? Spring is a colorful season, with beautiful spring, the spring breeze caresses the face, warms bloom, returns to the earth, everything wakes up, flowers are in full bloom, colorful, pink and willow green, and spring is the darling of poets and painters. But in the south where the seasons are like spring, especially in noisy cities, you can't feel the coming of spring. Only in the humidity of the south wind will you wake up: oh, spring is coming!
The humid weather in the south is shrouded in mist, misty rain, water vapor, muddy roads and wet corridors. Looking up at the sky, it is hazy, dark and brightly lit. It is difficult to see the sun all day in rainy days, and the clothes on the balcony smell strange, so the windows of the room dare not be opened easily.
Spring in the south is the most depressing season. Humid air makes people feel weak and sleepy. Hot and cold weather is the most sensitive cause of influenza, and their mood is as heavy as a gray sky. It is the most difficult time to rest when it is warm and cold. I always can't sleep well at night, get up in the morning. How can I get a sad word this time?
Although it has been drizzling, unknown flowers have blossomed all over the hillside. At first glance, colorful and competitive, the scenery is infinitely beautiful. Twittering birds shuttle between branches, calling their companions to light up together, and their voices sing in spring. The dense kapok trees on the street are covered with clusters of flowers, forming a special landscape. Flowers fall under the tree, just in response to the poet Xi Chun's poem: it can dissipate a few rains and rejuvenate in a hurry, and spring is afraid of blooming early, not to mention countless red flowers.
If we don't intend to keep the spring, we should say, "Falling in red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers more" to comfort the loss in our hearts.
Spring Essay 2 In March, a crisp light rain opened the curtain of spring. Spring is a feast of hope and a colorful picture. Green grass is full of vitality, sweet spring rain nourishes life, soft spring breeze blows away the haze, and budding buds decorate life. In this gentle spring rain, pick up a colorful flower, bring a touch of colorful flowers and indulge in your dreams.
Spring is suitable for flying. Flying is not only the kite held by the urchin, but also the hope of flying. The hope of spring lies in pursuit. But I'm not an Iraqi in the dim light. I can't wait to find my lover. He is not a talented pianist, and he can't play famous songs with mountains and rivers; He is not a free and easy poet, and he can't write the quatrains of fireworks in March. In spring, let yourself always be full of life beliefs, let yourself pursue and let yourself harvest. The pursuit of spring may not bring autumn harvest, but this beauty has always been cherished in people's hearts. Our future is unknown, and we must create it with our hands.
A year is in spring, and a day is in the morning. Spring is a new starting point and a new journey. Who sheds sweat in the fields in spring and harvests fruits at the club head in autumn? Who sows hope in the land of spring and gains happiness in the embrace of autumn? Our destiny is in our own hands. If life is a blank sheet of paper, we can paint our own colors with years. If you paint with your heart, it will be a perfect painting. Hard work is a life attitude, hard work is a life motivation, and fate always cares for people with dreams. Cut a period of time, write a piece of ink, and look for the spring in life.
After the rain clears, open the window of the soul and walk through the haze. As long as the sun will rise tomorrow, life will bloom in the sun. As long as there is a dream in your heart, it is spring.
Spring Essay 3 Spring has quietly come to us, and everything seems so quiet and natural. Another weekend. I want to go out for a walk with my family. My daughter didn't want to go out, so I rode out with my lover.
After a spring rain, the earth was washed away by rain and walked in nature, giving people a refreshing and comfortable feeling. The mountains are greener and the trees are greener, which makes people overwhelmed.
I don't know when, Miss Chun quietly put on new clothes for the mountain forest, and the new green leaves stood on the branches, so conspicuous under the sunshine. In the field, green wheat seedlings face the warm spring, straighten their waists, spread their branches and grow sturdily. The golden yellow rape blossoms exude a strong fragrance, and with the gentle spring breeze, the fragrant flowers are refreshing and fascinating. Flocks of bees are flying among the flowers, singing the happy spring song "Hum, Hum, Hum". Snow-white pears, clusters, clusters, swaying in the spring breeze, fresh green leaves, surrounded by bouquets, dancing gently in the branches with the wind. Further on, I came to a peach garden. Pink peach blossoms fall on the green hills like a colorful cloud. The branches are full of peach blossoms, and the delicate petals surround the white flower core, which is so pure, so soft and so quiet. I can't bear to go near her, for fear of accidentally touching her and hurting her. From time to time, there are one or two small green leaf buds sticking out from the flowers to enjoy the charming spring scenery. There are budding buds, with red smiling faces, shyly hiding in the branches, showing her charm.
Castle Peak, green trees and flowers are a beautiful scenery, and the small white building in the distance is hidden in it, just like entering a beautiful fairy tale world, which makes people forget the fatigue of work and the troubles in their hearts.
Walking in the nature of spring, intoxicated in this spring, holding the hand of lover, walking through our lives in this spring.
Spring Essay 4 Spring is a season of mixed feelings of sadness and joy, mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and coexistence of memories and longing. .......
The rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day has gone and come again. In sadness, Miss Chun came to us with light steps.
The adults stepped on the green grass and went to worship the graves of their loved ones in the bleak spring rain. However, the children are very happy, because spring is their long-lost taste. There are too many smells in the air this season. Is it sad, quiet, happy and dull? Not sure.
With the footsteps of spring, willows have sprouted, and the grass is not to be outdone. Qi Xin worked together to dress the earth in light blue. Flowers are also competing to open, looking at the colorful scene, adding a little vitality to this silent festival.
Some people's spring is "it rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Excuse me, where is the restaurant? Does the shepherd boy mean Xinghua Village? ":Some people's spring may be as colorful and vibrant as Zhu Ziqing's spring. ......
Spring is not as white as winter, as green as summer and as golden as autumn. Spring never belongs to one person, but is endowed with colorful colors by everyone. There are always some delicate feelings in people's hearts, and everyone has a spring of their own. See the splendor of the world in spring, taste all the flavors of the world in spring, and find and experience the color you want most in spring. ...
Spring Essay 5 The park in early spring is full of spring, especially beautiful and lively.
Walking into the park gate, a fragrance of flowers came to my nose. There are colorful flowers in the flower bed not far away, red as fire, white as snow and yellow as gold, very beautiful! There are two tall turquoise pine trees in the distance. They guard the beautiful park like tall and straight soldiers. There are several magnolia trees on the left side of the flower bed, and many hairy flower bones grow on the bare branches.
Walk along the winding gravel road to the center of the park, and the plum blossoms on the roadside compete with each other. Some are in bud, others are in full bloom. Red sets off white, as if walking into a beautiful picture. Looking closely, plum blossom is like a beautiful little girl, with her head down shyly, which is dizzying.
I came to the center of the park and saw everyone take off their thick cotton-padded clothes. The children are playing to their heart's content, some are skateboarding, some are playing with the eagle to catch the chicken, and some are playing with the top. Looking from a distance, there are several grandmothers dancing heartily with beautiful music in the distance. I also quickly picked up the bubble water in my hand and began to blow bubbles hard. Bubbles are flying in the sky like colorful elves. Many children saw bubbles in the air, put down their toys and walked beside them to play with bubbles. They danced, ran and giggled from time to time, making them feel like they were in a fairyland like a fairy tale.
When she was immersed in the beautiful scenery, her mother shouted, "Feifei is going home." I reluctantly bid farewell to the beautiful park in spring.