Do you know any classic essays praising spring? In spring, some people describe fairy tales, some describe love, some sing, some are quiet, some are wild, some are happy, some are sad and some are happy. Come with me to look at the classic prose praising spring.
Classical prose praises spring 1 1, "Spring" Zhu Ziqing.
Excerpt: The grass slipped out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of yes. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
2, "Spring of the Day" Bing Xin.
Excerpt: Begonia is light red, red is "happy but not obscene", white is "sad but not hurt", surrounded by green leaves all over the tree. It is moderate in fiber, like a naive, fit and happy girl, and it is also the most proud work of the creator. In the sunset, I sat in front of those trees and flowers. Spring is just around the corner
3. "Autumn in Spring" Ba Jin.
Abstract: Spring has come, and my hometown is full of thriving scenes. The willows in Ishikawa River began to sprout, the grass on ji zi Mountain also grew, and all kinds of flowers quietly opened. Look at the banks of the river and at the foot of the mountain: pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms and exquisite begonia flowers are all in full bloom.
4, "Footprint" Mao Dun.
Excerpt: After a spring rain, the willow branches turned green and the peach blossoms smiled. The mountain stream is full, and one or two peach petals float from time to time on the water. The sky is as soft and bright as glass. The sun rises from the eastern half with a smile and is as red as a girl's face. Picturesque spring scenery and magnificent mountains and rivers make people feel comfortable and full of vitality.
5, "Four Generations under One Family" Lao She
The small garden is already Koharu, first of all, the green fog rippling on the branches of willows, followed by the sound of warblers flying in the morning; After several rains in Mao Mao, the wasteland was painted with a light color. Green land, such as an oasis in the desert, is not this an opportunity in a bleak life?
Lake, go where you yearn!
Classic Prose Praise for Spring 2 Today I saw a good word: Take dreams as horses and live up to youth. In front of my eyes, there are many pictures in a hurry, many pictures in a hurry, and pictures in which the steps are lifted and put down. At that moment, time flies. It seems that every fragment is like yesterday. What happened yesterday? I can't count the details, just sigh, sigh that spring seems to have just arrived and entered the autumn rainy season.
The most ordinary things, in the eyes of you, are so extraordinary, such as the old man pushing sunflower, the woman shoveling excrement, and three girls who always comb the same meatballs. You always meet the same person at this fork. After meeting once, twice and three times, you will remember this moment several times, maybe for a long time, just such a simple thing, such a simple memory. Looking back, it has been 30 years since the beginning, childhood, youth, love and maturity. Where should we go next?
Life is very repetitive, doing the same thing repeatedly, coming from here in the morning and returning there at night, seeing the first sunshine in the morning, touching the stars for the first time at night, having the first breakfast in the morning and enjoying the first dinner at night. It seems that life with a single rhythm is gradual. You unconsciously watch the second hand turn rapidly, but you don't know that it has wings. Once you travel far, you will never come back. What about our spring? In your heart, meet a few confidants, bid farewell to old friends and usher in a new topic. Everything will grow old, and only the memories in my mind will be rich.
If life is a practice, it is better to say that life is a love. It is such a process, from strangeness to enthusiasm to selflessness to calmness and then to the long term. People are growing up silently, thinking that they are grown up, mature and sensible. Look at the time, more than half a year has passed. All naughty, rebellious and confused are wasted in youth. The passion they wanted to burn has been precipitated by time, but they haven't grown up yet.
Should we talk about life as spring, the lukewarm season, wearing long skirts and barefoot, sitting on the windowsill, watching swaying hair, listening to touching music and watching the green cactus blossom pink flowers? Every photo is so vivid. We long for a calm moment like water, but we can also come with a bang. We are always entangled and entangled, and we have gone through every endless road according to the change of mood.
Because of the unknown, we will be beautiful, and when we are old, we will look forward to each other. Because in spring like yours, there will always be sunshine after rain, shining in the direction where horses are running, crossing the valley, shuttling through the grassland, walking through the mountains, crossing the lake and heading for the place you desire!