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Lao She is in the spring breeze.

How different Jinan and Qingdao are! If a man is compared to an old gentleman wearing a big sleeve jacket, he should be a modern girl. But there are similarities between the two places. Take the climate as an example. Jinan is hot in summer, and Qingdao is a famous summer resort. In winter, Jinan is also colder than Qingdao. However, spring and autumn in the two places are quite similar. It is windy from Jinan to spring, and so is Qingdao. Autumn in Jinan is long and sunny, and so is Qingdao.

For autumn, I don't know where to love: autumn in Jinan is on the mountain, and autumn in Qingdao is by the sea. Jinan is held in a hill; In autumn, the grass on the mountain is between yellow and green, the pine tree is green, and almost all the other leaves are red and yellow. Even on treeless mountains, there are more colors-sun shadow, grass color and stone layer, which can match all kinds of stripes and shadows. With the warm blue sky, I feel comfortable and safe. I just want to lie on the hillside like sleeping and lie down forever. The mountains in Qingdao-though strange and beautiful-cannot compete with the sea. The waves in the autumn sea are still as green as spring, but they are carved out by the cool blue sky, and the invisible islands on weekdays are clearly outside the sails. The green water far away makes me unwilling to think and have to think; A kind of aimless thinking, thinking, but my heart is empty. Autumn in Jinan gives me a sense of security, and autumn in Qingdao gives me sweet sadness. I don't know which to love.

The spring in both places was destroyed by the wind. The so-called spring breeze should look gentle, gently kissing the willow branches, slightly wrinkling the water surface, secretly conveying the fragrance of flowers, and gently lifting the feathers of birds with sympathy. The spring breeze in Jinan and Qingdao is too thick and fierce. The wind in Jinan often blows the sky yellow when lilac begonia is in full bloom, and nothing can be seen. Even the flowers are buried in yellow. The wind in Qingdao is not so sandy, but it is very cunning. In the already warm season, a sudden cold wind for a while or a day sends everything back to winter. I dare not take off my cotton-padded jacket, the flowers dare not open, and the waves roll on the beach.

The wind in these two places sometimes blows all day and all night. The spring breeze brings geese, which makes people look more hopeful. A night of strong wind, the door rang and the window moved, making people bury their heads in the quilt heroically; Even if it is harmless, it seems that it should not be. For me, I feel particularly embarrassed. I was born in the north. I am used to the wind, but I am also most afraid of it. I am used to listening, because I didn't know the pain until I got used to listening. It always makes me fidget, fidget, and doing nothing or doing nothing is not good. It often interrupts my hope: I am too lazy to go out when I hear the wind, and I feel cold and my heart is dim. Spring seems to be full of vitality and flowers, and such a strong wind is almost unforgivable! I am not a fragile person, although my body is not very strong. I can bear hardships, but I can't stand the wind. The suffering of other plants is more or less in one place, more or less for a reason, and more or less can be reduced; There is nothing I can do about the wind. Always not in one place, it gives me concussion everywhere, like a ship on a rough sea. Let me say why it hurts, and I can't avoid it. It blows freely, and I die in pain. I can't reason or quarrel with the wind. It's windy in spring alone! But who should I reason with? There should be no such unpopular wind in Suzhou and Hangzhou in spring, right? I can't know, but I hope so What a nice place to take refuge! (