Spring is not our capital, but a beginning, which drives everyone to update their attitude towards life like a bud. Therefore, since spring has given us a chance to start, we should seize the time to start seriously! There is no need to complain that spring is late, and there is no need to be sad that spring is not long. Because our fearlessness can make spring colorful and full of vitality!
Therefore, when we stand outside the threshold of spring, we should walk into spring carefree. Only by sowing seeds in the frozen soil in early spring can the fruit of hope stand the test of scorching sun and wind and rain, thus bearing rich fruits. Because spring is just a bud of green branches, we can't just disturb our efforts with the brilliance of our dreams, and we can't shake our solid steps with the fog of hope. As a philosopher said: don't dream of autumn in spring.
In order not to waste spring on rhetoric and fantasy, we must design a future for spring. Because without a plan, your plan will fail, and sailing without a direction will never have the other side. In order to get the due reward in spring, we must pay from now on. Only by doing it right from the beginning can we have a plan from the beginning, and spring planting will be close to enrichment and spring sowing will be close to harvest.
The purpose of spring flowers is autumn fruit. The hope of spring is to fight the summer sun with sweat, and to measure the distance between autumn and fruit with firm steps.
Therefore, in our struggle, spring is still the spring after spring!
2. Looking for Pushkin's seasonal poems and their appreciation. Poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter (written by Pushkin) Words from Pushkin's lover 18 16 I listened to Lila play the piano; Her beautiful and lingering singing makes people feel melancholy and gentle, like a breeze at night.
Tears can't help falling from the eyes; I said to the lovely singer, "Your melancholy voice is charming, but a word from my lover, Billera's love song, is even more charming." Pushkin, that's enough, that's enough, dear! Inner requirements for peace; Days fly by day, taking away a drop of life every hour. We are all thinking about life, but look-in the blink of an eye, life is dead.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is ambition and peace. How long has it been, I have been dreaming of this fate; Alas, how long has it been? I, a tired slave, always want to escape to work and live in seclusion with pure happiness.
This poem was written by the poet to his wife, expressing his desire to leave the life in Petersburg and live in seclusion in the countryside. Well, we won't roam together. Well, we won't wander together and kill this deep night, although this heart is still infatuated, although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can grind out the scabbard and the soul can grind out enough chest, this heart has to stop breathing and love has to rest. Although night comes for love, it will soon be day, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
3. The classic poem Pushkin in the Collection of Pushkin Poems is buried in my epitaph; He lived a happy life with the young muse, love and laziness. He didn't do anything good, but as far as thinking is concerned, he is really a good man.
If life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient! Keep calm on a blue day: believe in it and a happy day will come. The heart always yearns for the future, but now it is often melancholy: everything is instantaneous and everything will pass; And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.
For Kane, I remember that wonderful moment: you appeared in front of me, like a flash in the pan, like a pure fairy. In the hopeless and sad torture, in the noisy and illusory troubles, your gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time, and I can still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Violent passion dispelled past dreams, so I forgot your gentle voice and angelic face.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment, my years just passed quietly, without divinity, inspiration, tears, life and love. Now the soul has begun to awaken: at this time, you reappeared in front of me, like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
My heart is beating with ecstasy. For it, everything is awake again, with divinity, inspiration, life, tears and love. A little flower I saw a forgotten little flower in a book. It has dried up and lost its fragrance. At this moment, my mind is full of a strange fantasy: where is it? What time? What spring is it? Did you drive for a long time? Who took it off? Is it a stranger's hand or a familiar hand? Why put it here again? Is it to commemorate that warm meeting, or to commemorate that doomed parting, or to commemorate that lonely walk in the secluded place of the field and in the shadow of the forest? He's alive. Is she alive? Where is the corner where they live now? Or have they all dried up, like this unknown little flower? I once loved you, I once loved you; Love, perhaps, has not completely disappeared in my mind; I hope I won't bother you again; I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I put up with shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God bless you, and another person will love you as much as I do.
4. Look for Pushkin's seasonal poems and appreciate Pushkin.
Love words 18 16
I listen to Lila playing the piano;
Her beautiful and lingering singing voice
The tenderness that makes people feel depressed,
Like a breeze at night.
Tears can't help falling from the eyes;
I told the lovely singer:
"Your melancholy voice is charming,
However, a word from my lover
Billera's love songs are more attractive. "
Pushkin
That's enough, that's enough, honey! Inner requirements for peace;
Day after day, every hour
Took a drop of life, and we all planned it.
This is life, but you see-in the blink of an eye, life is dead.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is ambition and peace.
How long has it been, I have been dreaming of this fate;
Alas, how long has it been? I, a tired slave,
I've always wanted to escape from work and live in seclusion with pure happiness.
This poem was written by the poet to his wife, expressing his desire to leave the life in Petersburg and live in seclusion in the countryside.
Well, we don't roam together anymore.
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can sharpen the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
5. What are Pushkin's classic poems? Chapter 065438 +0.
There won't be such a moonlit night, the blurred light, through the dark Woods, pouring the quiet brilliance, vaguely reflecting the beauty of my lover. -Pushkin's Moon
Chapter 02
I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I put up with shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God give you something as firm as me. -Pushkin "I once loved you"
Chapter 03
How heavy your arrival is to me, and what a painful strangeness it has caused in my heart and blood. All the revelry and all the spring scenery will only inject boredom and gloom into my heart. Please give me fierce snow and a long dark winter night! Spring in Pushkin
Chapter 04
Have you ever met a singer who sang his love and anguish in the desolate and dim Woods? Have you seen his smile, his tears, his gentle eyes full of troubles? -Pushkin is a singer
Chapter 05
Not long ago, I begged you to deceive the love in my heart with sympathy and false gentleness, inspire your wonderful eyes, tease my tame soul and inject poison and flame into it. -Pushkin "How stubborn our hearts are"
Chapter 06
Tomorrow, I will sit by the fire and forget everything, but just look at my dear ones. We will wait for the clock to tick, from morning till night, waiting for midnight to disperse the noisy crowd, then we will not be apart. -Pushkin's Winter Road
Chapter 07
Day after day flies, and every minute takes away a part of life. We all look forward to life, but you see, death is near. There is no happiness in the world, but there is freedom and tranquility. -Pushkin "It's time to go, dear"
Chapter 08
How happy it is to be chosen at will by your lingering dreams. His eyes dominate you, and in front of him, you are in an undisguised trance for love. -Pushkin's "The Dream You Can't Get Away with"
Chapter 09
Love that is constantly broken at the edge of the cliff collapses because of unbearable footsteps. Forget him, tears will only wet your wings. As long as your heart is wide enough, you can fly at any time, even if your heart has already fallen and hurt deeply. -Pushkin's The End of Love
Chapter 10
I called my lover in a weak voice, but gloomy fantasies gathered in my mind. I look for you in the dark with my weak hands. Suddenly, on my hot forehead, I felt your tears, your kisses and your breath. -Pushkin's "Rehabilitation"
Chapter 1 1
It's over. We're no longer in touch. I hugged your knees for the last time and said heartbreaking things. It's over. I have heard the answer. I don't want to deceive myself anymore. Perhaps, the past will eventually forget me, and I will never have a chance to love again in this life. -Pushkin's past