Poetic composition about spring 1. Poetry Creation in Spring
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Spring, a season of sowing hope; A colorful time; A seed that just broke through the ground. Everything is revived, and larks sing the tired dreams of the earth with songs; Vibrant flowers and grass add color to the earth. Sunny spring fiddles with the earth, making life on the ground full of vitality, and the breath of spring flows in every corner.
In the field, the cold of winter has just returned, and spring has come first. Look at the blooming flowers, sweet air, green rice waves, and the sweetness of hope. That lasting freshness is brewing in the air, and that pure faith is flowing in my heart. It seems that every beam of sunshine smells of grass. Everything is so unusual, everything is so hopeful, and spring is so perfect. With a touch of tenderness, but can not hide the childlike frankness, as colorful as a kaleidoscope.
Autumn is the season of harvest, while spring is the season of sowing. Rows of heroic street trees are waiting for the changes of the city, but they are not like the vicissitudes of the old friends. The new buds spit out by their branches render the whole city, and the intoxicating green branches cover the whole road end to end, even the wind blows gently, for fear that the green juice will be squeezed out by pushing hard. Water is good in spring.
Winter is a cold season, and spring is a lively season. Look at the swallows on the telephone poles, dressed in black uniforms, like polite gentlemen; It is also like a smart note, flying out of spring; They are like angels from heaven, bringing infinite vitality to spring. Farmers' uncles sow seeds and turn over the soil in the fields. Seeing their eager eyes and crystal sweat, I seem to see a fruitful autumn. Without the hope and efforts of spring, how can we expect victory without efforts?
Spring is beautiful, whether it is continuous spring rain or gentle spring breeze. Whether it is the light green of the branches or the colorful flowers in the garden, it is very smart. Yes, spring has no passion in summer, elegant poetry in autumn, and deep and tragic winter, but it interprets the hope and vitality in everyone's heart and rubs full happiness and sweetness into everyone's heart.
Spring is gentle, because it carries too many hopes and dreams. It is the foreshadowing of autumn, the child born in winter, and the only season that can give people blessings among the four seasons. The world becomes colorful because of spring, and our hearts become more sunny because of the arrival of spring.
Where is Chun? You don't have to look for it deliberately, as long as your heart is full of hope, as long as you don't give up your dreams, as long as you work hard, then spring is in your heart and never far away.
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2. Write a composition about spring with this poem about spring as the topic.
There is a spring poem in ancient poetry: "rainy night has arrived, I wonder if the spring grass is long."
On the night of early spring, the drizzle falls quietly, and the people who sleep are ignorant. When I went out the next day, I was surprised to find that thin green grass had grown on the ground.
It describes the wordless loneliness of nature, but it shows the peace and indifference of the poet's mind, and metaphors a group of people in this world who do not seek fame and fortune. The grass grows green in spring, which has nothing to do with people.
When spring comes, it is natural that the grass will grow green. Everything in the world, endless and endless, has nothing to do with people.
The important thing is that people will not be obsessed with whether the grass is green or not and when it is green. When grass is green, it will naturally turn green; Spring comes naturally, and all this is arranged by the creator.
In fact, as long as people can care for the vibrant natural scenery with ordinary indifference, they can appreciate the interest of life from "spring comes and grass grows". Once the spiritual realm is expanded, the whole person will live poetically in the world. Refuse to sleep when you can't sleep, refuse to eat when you eat, and ask for it in every way.
Since people can understand that time series replaces the ups and downs of everything, what can't be left behind? How can a person who doesn't care about anything be stubborn and narrow-minded? It's just a realm where I forget everything. What people have to do is to enjoy and bathe in the spring when it comes, and to weave baskets of dreams to cope with the changes of seasons. In the faint days, with a quiet heart, they can appreciate the wonderful life. A person's life is essentially a process of life, which he has to go through whether he wants to or not.
Even if you are on a barren road, even if you are on a night road, it doesn't matter if the street lamp that is on suddenly goes out when you turn the corner and it is dark in front of you. At this time, you can stop briefly, close your eyes for a while, and prepare your eyes for dark adaptation. When you open your eyes, everything in the darkness is still clear.
Will you stop feeling flustered and helpless? Then keep walking! When the day comes out of the dark time tunnel, the sun is still shining and you are full of love for life. At this time, how can you have time to care about things that are of little significance to your life? How can you have the energy to care about the pain and suffering you are bound to experience? Go where you should go, go where you want to go, let all the frost, rain and snow come into life, and let all the breeze and drizzle leave life.
You only care about reading happily, helping others happily and giving everyone who loves you a smile! Tender color is suitable for new rain, and spring grass is green. Accept the gift of life calmly, there will be something in your heart, something will nourish your life, and nothing will stop you.
The bustling past is gone with the fragrance of dust; The water is ruthless, and weeds are green every year until spring. Don't deliberately arrange, don't force to wait, just like spring blossoms, the warmth of spring will warm people's hearts and let love continue in spring.
3. Poems and works about spring
1, spring is late and flowers and trees are growing.
The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely. Delay: slow.
Huimu: vegetation. Lush: The appearance of lush grass.
Cang Geng: warbler. Hehe: Birds sing in unison.
Midges: Artemisia ordosica. Hey: A lot.
"The Book of Songs, Xiaoya Out of the Car" II. It's mid-spring, and the Yanghe River rises. Yanghe: Heating in Spring Historical Records of Qin Shihuang III. Budze is in Yangchun, and everything is brilliant.
Han Yuefu's ancient words "Long Songs" 4. The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant. Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Three Golden Baiqi Dances" 5. In February and March in spring, grass and water are the same color.
The old saying of Yuzhu in Jin Yuefu 6. The Spring Festival Evening is green and the rocks are high and white. Xiu: Beautiful.
Tun: Stay and gather. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun entered the mouth of Lipeng Lake. 7. Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds.
Songbirds: Songbirds have changed their species. Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed.
Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty 8. Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English covers Fangdian Chunzhou: Shazhou is full of spring. Mixed English; All kinds of flowers.
Fangdian: rural areas. In the Southern Dynasties, Xie Tiao and Liang's "Going to Wangjing Town after Climbing Three Mountains Late" 9. Message: It's sunny in Los Angeles, and it will be returned to people next spring: Luoyang City.
Windy days: spring scenery. Tao: Say.
Tang Du Shen Yan's "Jinghua Spring" 10, white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and spring is in the wild plum river willow. I watched an oriole darting in the warm wind, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun 1 1. I don't know who cut it. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow" in Tang Dynasty 12, the flowers in the forest are even more fallen, and the grass is still alive. Tang Meng Haoran's Searching for Nine Towns in Happy Wang in Spring 13. In February, the lake was clear and everyone sang in spring.
Tang Yuhaoran's "Searching for Nine Fragrances in Happy Wang in Spring" 14. Wen Daochun went to Han Mei for information before meeting him. Tang Li Bai's Send to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring 15, the cold notice is exhausted, and the spring breeze is on the willow.
Tang Li Bai's Eight Poems of the Palace 16, the east wind returns with the spring and sends flowers to my branch. Tang Li Bai's "Evening Clouds Remembering Mountains" means: the road is blocked by white clouds, and the spring scenery is like flowing water.
Liu Tang Xu Shen's Queti”23. There are no flowers on the tree, and birds are singing all the way to Chunshan. Tang Lihua's Improvisation in Spring 24. Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light.
The days are long, and the males stay away from spring. The first two sentences describe red and catkins. The last two sentences say that the sun is getting longer and longer and spring is getting weaker and weaker. Widex's birds are coughing, and no one comes and goes. Just Chai Men. Du Fu's "Spring Festival travel rush in a hurry" in the Tang Dynasty 25. The branches are easy to fall and the buds are discussed in detail.
Tang Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the River" 26. The flowers in the forest are wet with swifts, and the water row attracts the wind with long swallows: rouge. Water shepherd's purse, an aquatic herb.
Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Duyu 27. The snow color invading the mausoleum is also a day lily. In spring, there is a wicker day lily: a kind of grass that the ancients thought could make people forget their troubles. This sentence is about the day lily sprouting and invading the snow color of the mausoleum.
Leak: Leak. Tang Du Fu's "La Ri" 28, Jianghan Spring Breeze, Frost last night.
Tang Du's "Far Away from My Brother Guan Ying" 29. Spring City is slightly cold. Tang Du Fu's "Seeing off the 19 th Cao Chang": "Last night, there was a loud thunder in Jiangpu, and the spring city was slightly cold."
30. New fire and new smoke from the morning, the passenger ship of Huguang Spring is facing: morning. Tang Du Fu's "Two Poems on Qingming Festival" 3 1 is like the spring breeze deceiving each other, blowing off several flowers in one night. Tang Du Fu's Nine Poems of Wandering in Queue is 32. The east wind is sunny, making it a success.
Yang He: The warm wind in spring. Qi's "Spring Suburb" on page 33. Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.
Ting: The seashore is flat. Don Dai Shulun Su Xi Pavilion 35. The poet is clear in the Spring Festival, and the green willows are half uneven.
Half; Majority. Uneven: uneven.
Early spring in the east by Juyuan Yang in the Tang Dynasty 36. The spring water of the Yangtze River is green, and the lotus leaf is as big as "Spring Biequ 37" written by Qiantang Zhangji. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten branches and five flowers everywhere. This is a description of the scenery during the Qingming Festival.
Tang, Two Cold Foods, page 38. There is no youth in the new year, and the grass shoots in early February. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
Snow can't wait for the arrival of spring. It has worn trees and flowers and decorated the scene of early spring. Chun Xue by Tang Hanyu 39. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The most important advantage is that a year's plan lies in spring, which is better than a willow. Tianjie: the street of the capital. The grass looks far away; Spring grass began to grow, showing a little bud. It looks like new green at a distance, but it seems invisible at a close look.
Absolute victory; Far better than. Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple compete for Fang Fei: beautiful flowers and plants.
Tang Hanyu late spring 4 1, when will Luoyang Dongfeng come? Liu Chunquan returned to Tang Hanyu's Five Poems of Feeling Spring. The wind turned red and the green leaves became dark. Tang Du Mu's poem "Distress": "You don't have to be disappointed to learn nature in the Spring Festival Evening." The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. "
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan 43. Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" 44. Jasper was decorated as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
He Zhang's "Singing Willow" 45. It's late, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains 46. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 20 Shi An Xi" 47. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
Du fu's quatrains 48. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong 49. Xisai Mountain before the white egrets fly freely, the river, plump mandarin fish swimming happily, floating in the water in the peach is so bright and full.
Zhang's "Fishing Songs" 50. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. Ye Shaoweng's "Garden Worthless" 5 1, winning the day to find fragrance and drowning, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Zhu's spring day.
4. Works or poems about spring
Soft, grass blowing trouser legs, the breath of spring is so close to the skin. Dewdrops stayed. They landed on the tip of the leaf and refused to slide down. And the color of spring, bright and light. Don't be too anxious, move your steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, like a touch of paint in spring. I am afraid to disturb some dreams and whispers, or I am afraid that the fingers of spring will tickle somewhere in my heart, and I am afraid that some people and things will disturb my thoughts. Walk slowly, walk slowly. ...
The first bird song came from the other side of the forest, crisp and loud. It was the sound of spring, the green vibrato, which shocked my footsteps, alarmed the first drop of dew, splashed the forehead of the soil and panicked. The second birdsong is close at hand, coming from a certain direction overhead, among the leaves, in the bud, and freely along the branches. Then, the third sound, the fourth sound ... the whole forest was full of excitement.
Lying in the palm of spring, let the sunshine touch you so wantonly. In sparse Ye Er, the sunshine turns into gold thread, weaving dazzling patterns, hanging between me and spring. The grass has stood up and staggered, trying to express itself in the embrace of sunshine and perform a scrambling dance. In this way, the sunshine gradually smiled.
Next to an unknown flower, staring at everything. Look at me with grass and sunshine. Small petals, faint rehmannia. Hiding in the grass, I am not eager for competition, but inadvertently reveal the pride of spring. I looked back at Xiaohua, expecting a spring conversation with her, but her thin body was hidden in the lush bushes. A breeze blew, but she hid deeper and flashed, walking all the way out of the Woods in the green grass.
Outside the Woods is a river, my mother river. The river is rising, saturated with white pebbles, approaching me step by step and approaching the island full of spring. She has forgotten the cold last winter and the embarrassment of almost showing her spine. Singing softly, slowly flowing forward, with the breath of spring, reflecting the golden color on the other side of the river, so comfortable and so publicity.
I want poems and compositions about spring.
The green of spring
The footsteps of the cold winter gradually faded away, and we ushered in a warm spring.
The color of spring is light green and there are signs of light green everywhere. Campus, street, flowers and residential buildings are all fresh and tender green.
On campus, branches and grass have sprouted, which makes the whole campus shrouded in fresh green. We wear light spring clothes, shuttle through the fresh green, and study diligently. Our alert figure and the sound of books add some vitality to spring.
In the street, the warm light of the sun flooded the road. On the grass beside the road, the grass struggled to raise its head and rubbed its dim eyes, watching Miss Chun perform gorgeous magic. As soon as the magic fell on the tree, buds suddenly appeared among the withered branches, just like putting a thin coat on the tree.
Among the flowers, bees and butterflies have already started their work early. Golden winter jasmine, bright red azaleas and pink peach blossoms all have tender leaves and unfolded petals, which makes people feel full of spring. The whole flower cluster, bees and butterflies, flowers in full bloom, full of spring.
Although there are thick iron gates in residential buildings, they still can't stop the pervasive green in spring. The flowers and trees on the balcony of every family took off their yellow winter clothes and put on bright green spring clothes, standing in flowerpots vigorously.
People are also working hard in this recovery season, and there is a beautiful scene of prosperity everywhere.
I love spring, and I love the green of spring even more!
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6. What are the poems, compositions and poems describing spring?
Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. "Spring is coming, spring is back.
The earth put on his beautiful new clothes again. Birds are singing, flowers are singing, and flowers are showing her beautiful face and enchanting body. The white snow that was covered with snow has been melted by the warm sunshine. Uncle and brother spread out his strong body again and stretched out his green arms. It can be said that the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors! The spring rain is cool and sweet. Whenever there is a spring rain, plants will sprout new vitality. It's really "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"!
In the early morning, crystal dew lay on the green carpet. The air is so fresh, and some beautiful flowers stick out from the carpet. Surely it will be colorful soon?
Spring, a world full of color and vitality, where there is spring is heaven! Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. "Spring is coming, spring is back.
The earth put on his beautiful new clothes again. Birds are singing, flowers are singing, and flowers are showing her beautiful face and enchanting body. The white snow that was covered with snow has been melted by the warm sunshine. Uncle and brother spread out his strong body again and stretched out his green arms. It can be said that the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors! The spring rain is cool and sweet. Whenever there is a spring rain, plants will sprout new vitality. It's really "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"!
In the early morning, crystal dew lay on the green carpet. The air is so fresh, and some beautiful flowers stick out from the carpet. Surely it will be colorful soon?
Spring, a world full of color and vitality, where there is spring is heaven!
7. Write a 300-word composition about an ancient poem describing spring.
After eating a plate of spring rolls, I scrambled eggs with two Chinese toons, and Yuan Zhen and I each drank wine. Taking advantage of the strong wine, we went to Gushan Temple.
The steps are diffuse, the dirt road is slippery, and the crispy taste that has already been slightly smoked in the air is more intense. Looking up, Gushan Temple is close at hand. A solemn Brahma Buddha sound floated in, which suddenly made my heart feel a little solemn. But Yuan, who didn't like Amithofo, pulled me to the path leading to Jiating.
Xizi Lake, for thousands of years, has always been like a passionate and poetic girl with infinite springs in her eyes. Jia Ting is on the West Lake, like an affectionate scholar, guarding his lover, the West Lake. On this day, it is early spring weather, the clouds are low in color and shallow in shadow, and a little roll is lazily scattered at the end of the day. The waves of calligraphy are as high and ordinary as the low clouds in the distance.
Taking a rest in the wooden fence of Jiating, looking at the poplar, willow and apricot trees in the west of the pavilion from a distance, as well as the near and tall yellow-green miscellaneous trees and the delicate flowers and plants that fill the gap between this tree and that tree, I felt a little drunk. I couldn't stand the room, so I held the carved column in the pavilion. At this time, several orioles who left the nest early screamed and fought, chased them out of the Woods and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Looking back at the north of the pavilion, there is a farmhouse. Some swallows who may live there are singing on the eaves of the pavilion, with pieces of fresh soil in their mouths. Tingdong is even more intoxicating: there are messy flowers and high flowers, which make our eyes gradually confused. A brisk horse came from the flowers, and the grass on the ground was so shallow that it drowned the horseshoes.
Looking up at the West Lake in the distance, Yang Yiyi and Baisha are really good places for spring. In the face of this situation, the lofty poetic interest in my heart is like the spring tide in Qiantang River, surging and overwhelming, and suddenly generate comes out.
8. The composition describing spring has 880 lines.
Guess: inextricably linked, pearls strung together, visible, intangible. What was it when it landed? Yes, it's raining. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", which shows that spring rain is essential for spring, really!
Listen, the rain of "sasha vujacic" often echoes in my ears, like a beautiful song beating the ruthless winter, using the beautiful song that Miss Chun gave him to revive everything.
You see, Mao Mao rain like cow hair is falling from the sky, like a wisp of gauze floating in the air. How light and soft it is. A few swallows are flying in the air, singing from time to time, as if to have their own tails to cut the rain curtain.
Smell how fresh the "spring smell" of spring rain mixed with soil is! I can smell it. Why do I want to taste it so much? At this time, I smelled the attractive fragrance from the resurrected plants.
After a heavy rain, a picturesque scene appeared on the earth: the grass absorbed this "nutritious water" and changed from a frail old man to a full-fledged young man; After this "timely rain", pear blossoms also grew snow-white pear blossoms, which were very popular. The withered wicker is covered with patches of green "long hair". With this "long hair", he was praised by many poets: "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." In short, this gorgeous picture can only be composed of spring rain. This spring rain has made great contributions and sacrifices to the crops in the field. It really deserves to be "spring rain is as expensive as oil"!
The spring rain is like silk, and the drizzle is raining. In this charming scene, I seem to be a drop of rain. At this time, I recited the well-known poem with emotion: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. The wind sneaked into the night and moistened things silently. "
9. Poetry and articles about spring.
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" Spring (a poem) is full of grass dyed green at once, and the soft spring breeze in the field adorns it with shiny buttons. In the colorful spring, it took off in a buzzing golden plane, put away the line in the blood-red sky and pulled back the thoughts of colliding with clouds. The colorful thoughts that are eagerly awaited make the sunshine after dinner confiscate the wandering season, make the mind uneasy, and chase the scattered meteors on colorful clouds to complete a wonderful flower. In the tinkling of colorful shirts, the spray blooms clearly. I wanted to water the boiling heart wall, bent down, but held a river to my face under the blue sky. No one cares whether it is youth or spring that blooms from the branches of time, but there are many more people looking up at the petals than standing. Spring breeze sometimes blows away the flying sand of the sun. Find your own foothold, only those fat sheep with blue sky, white clouds and green grass will be buried in the soil near the years. The cherry blossoms in the dream have filled the whole city, and the hard concrete floor has been woven with thick carpets. From now on, you don't have to be afraid that the north wind will tear the fields. You can sleep peacefully with the moon on your pillow at night. If you still can't sleep with your eyes open, just lie on the night of spring rain and polish the rust in your heart. 7. Spring has come, and your heart window has not been opened. Are you in a good mood? The flowers are in bloom. Is the window of your heart open? In this spring season, I miss you so deeply that there is always a deep concern in the deepest part of your heart. I wonder if you are safe in the distance. In this thawed land, spring arrived on time. Please open the window of your heart: let my thoughts melt into delicate flowers, let birds bring them to you and let the wind blow into your heart. Don't always be in a daze in this season of blooming flowers. Make a wish to the blue sky, let the beautiful friendship float into your heart, and make the world warmer because you are more lovely. Although winter bothers you, spring returns to the earth and the sky becomes particularly blue. Don't let your heart hibernate. The spring breeze is warm, let it blow green. Let this dreamy flower bring you a warm life, let our friendship take you into the world of flowers like a wisp of fragrance, let my thoughts accompany you forever, and wish you happiness every day and every year! May this mountain full of green, and clusters of delicate and charming flowers add inner joy to you, let your frozen feelings wake up in this poetic season, throw your melancholy out of the clouds and let your troubles sink into unknown corners! Put hope into sowing, let love sway in the boundless land, let homesickness sway in the sun, let harvest flow slowly in your hand, and let gentle Shan Ye create a perfect life for you. Friendship is a poem, a word, a song, drunk in noisy music, drunk in beautiful poems, drunk in graceful and leisurely words, like an ecstasy in the flowers, such as this crimson, invisible but hidden in each other's hearts. My friend, the window of the soul is as open as this flower. Let the charming scenery bring you the tenderness of love, let the warm sunshine of spring indulge in your brow, make your heart younger and make your life brighter. Nothing in the world is more precious than emotion. Therefore, everyone should open the window of the soul of "stepping into the threshold of spring". The last snow outside the window and the treetops looked at the endless branches and sighed, and the fog dripped into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arched out of the frozen soil knocked on the door of the earth, and the sparrow strolled leisurely disappeared into the cracked trunk, enjoying love. The boat in the driving season in the suburbs still reaches the territory of spring lyrically. However, muddy and occasional pedestrians turn up their collars to shut out the cold, while the spring is sunny, build a heart bridge, let friendship cross mountains and streams, and beautify each other's lives and the world with rainbows! Spring has really come, and peach blossoms are really red! Let my invisible blessing, inject this blurred flower fragrance, inject this warm spring breeze, make our friendship stronger and stronger, and let my lovesickness season appear in front of you in the spring of your life! Hold on to spring, let's admit in a low voice that this season is really beautiful. The sun will not hide in the earth forever, nor will it sleep forever. The frozen season will never rule the world. So, please open your heart window, let your mood fly, and make the world more lovely because of you.