Spring is the most favorite season of the year. In spring, everything is so comfortable and the world is full of vitality. Below are 4 essays about spring that I collected. Welcome to read! Stunning spring
In the blink of an eye, the harsh winter is gone, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, a season full of poetry. Since ancient times, there have been countless poems written about spring. That is because the scenery in spring is charming and poetry can be written everywhere.
"The plan for a year lies in spring." As this proverb says, spring is the most beautiful season among the four seasons. It represents the beginning of a new year, it brings together the green atmosphere, it inspires us to strive, and it drives us to succeed.
Spring, in our eyes, is an extremely enchanting girl, swinging her long black hair, which is popular all over the world, bringing hope to every household; it is also an endless book, It has given us countless surprises; it is also an unquenchable fire that burns each of us and spurs us forward.
When we mention the lovely word spring, we will immediately imagine the scene of spring: on the grassland, the endless grass is like a green blanket stretching straight to the horizon. Shepherds rode horses, waved whips, and drove their sheep on this green carpet. The sheep each ate their own food, without caring about anyone else, and made bleating sounds from time to time, as if to welcome spring.
Beside the small river, the ice on the water has melted, and the water of the small river is roaring, playing a symphony. The clear river water is like a thick layer of glass, and we can see the spigots on the bottom of the river very clearly. The fish and shrimps on the bottom of the river are swimming, looking for food, and playing among the spigots, as if they are also welcoming spring. The spring feeling is stronger on the river embankment, and the branches of the weeping willows on the embankment have turned green unconsciously, just as the poem says, "I don't know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors." In addition, the orioles are chirping on the trees. , the egrets flying uncertainly on the river in the distance, it can really be said that "two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky."
In the fields, the wheat people lifted off the white quilt together, Revealing their new green clothes, they danced in the spring breeze. When the children come home from school, it is just like what is written in the poem: "Children come back early from school and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites." Kites are flying over the wheat fields, with different colors, like pieces of colorful clouds. The kites are high and low, far and near, crooked and crooked, in various shapes, outlining a beautiful scenery.
Spring is like a clever magician, turning the grass and trees green, melting the ice, and calling back the birds that once flew to the south. Look, how magical spring is.
The lovely word spring, coupled with this beautiful scenery, coupled with this magical magic, it is really unique in the world!
The language of this article is beautiful. "The lovely word spring, coupled with this beautiful scenery, coupled with this magical magic, it is truly unique in the world." The sentence "Beautiful Spring" is written with delicate brushwork. Refreshing our hearts; let us fly high on the road of life with the invisible power given by "spring"! Spring, walk slowly
Spring is here.
I remember that when I was a teenager, every time I faced a new spring, I felt uncontrollable joy in my heart. The golden spring greetings, pink peach blossoms, tender green willow branches, and singing birds. What I read was the warmth, all kinds of kindness, and the calls. So, I couldn't stay in the house any longer. I yearned for losing myself on the spring land, hoping that no one would be able to find me again.
When life reaches youth, I really don’t want to move forward. I miss the charm and purity of youth so much. It is a pity that spring will last forever. However, if you live in spring forever, it will be the biggest regret if you don't have the opportunity to taste the lushness of summer, the splendor of autumn colors, and the splendor of winter snow. All good things are too few, and all good times are too short. When can people be satisfied?
I don’t know when, the romance of my youth was increasingly replaced by a faint sense of loss. A sense of urgency that time flies like a tide surged into my heart. No matter how much you do and how much you gain, you always feel that you haven’t done too much, and there is even more to work on. Looking back at the years that can never be brought back, I never think of every minute of my childhood. In the past, what matters is not what was gained or lost. Rather, the important thing lies in the experience, because after crying, the smile will be brilliant. Because if you laugh, happiness will last forever. Because love and memories are meaningful. In this short time. All the sounds and smiles have become the past forever. Yesterday's sweet-scented osmanthus can only exude fragrance in the memory. Yesterday's joy can only be beautiful in memories. The happy time of childhood is really too short. If I have the chance, I really want to live in my childhood and enjoy the happiness of childhood. Unfortunately, we cannot turn back time.
Learn to collect tears like pearls, learn to taste the bitterness of life slowly like a drink, no matter how many grievances and hardships life has experienced. How many ups and downs. How many springs, summers, autumns and winters. There have been so many ups and downs in the past long historical years. Life is short, but the road is long. A time of yearning for childhood but youth. On the road of life, youth is also a happy time in people's lives. However, this time is short-lived.
Youth, where are you going, what virtues are you capable of, but you have conquered everyone's heart. Just like spring all year round.
Spring is here again, and the earth is full of vigorous life. The top of the mountain is covered with green leaves, and the grass on the ground begins to sprout. The little flowers are getting ready to bloom, the fruit trees are bearing their fruits, spring is so short.
Facing every spring, people will think of a lot. I remember a lot and look forward to a lot. Lots of sighs. I have a thousand words to say, but I just want to say one thing from my heart: Spring, walk slowly. Spring in the North Country
A few sparse drops of drizzle awakened the long-dormant spring in the North Country. As a few cherry blossoms bloomed, the grass also stretched out its waist to enjoy the spring rain. of baptism. Spring in the North comes quietly like this.
Spring in the North seems to come so late, so quiet, so peaceful. When you close your eyes, it's still thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow; when you open your eyes, you can feel the feeling of thousands of pear trees blooming, which makes people feel comfortable and memorable. It seems that everything is in a dream, the dream wakes up, the flowers bloom, and the spring in the north comes. Facing the rolling spring, I can no longer conceal my inner blue waves and thoughts. I want to trace back to the ancestors, take my own trajectory, and desecrate this hard-won spring in the north.
Looking back at the cascading mountains of the South, the flowers of the South are still so popular and bright. Pushing open the window of the Northland, white birch trees come towards me one after another. In my mist, I enjoyed these three thousand miles of splendor, as if I were riding a fast horse and heading straight for the mist. Looking at the green land in front of me and the traces of lingering snow, I suddenly felt filled with tears that had been lingering for a long time.
The smoke from the kitchen disappeared. I walked alone through the quiet birch forest and came to the place where the heroes lived. An unforgettable melody sounded in my ears. That is admiration and nostalgia for them. The gurgling stream flows in their reflections. What should I do, how should I comfort the bandaged heroic souls. I think only this northern spring can heal your and my wounds.
In the long pavilion, under the lonely lamp, when can you and I kiss again in the spring of the North? Spring
Time flies, and more than 40 years have passed in my life. I have not achieved anything at work, but being discouraged cannot solve the problem. Time flies by, and the white hair on my head is still faintly visible. I have to worry about it or not, running around for three meals a day, food and clothing. I have experienced a lot in life, and I have begun to believe in the profound conclusion that "you are not comfortable with yourself, and you are not comfortable with yourself." I have been dealing with pens for decades, but what do I always want to write?
I have also tried to think about it. I submit articles to many websites, but the submission requirements are hundreds of thousands of words. I don’t even dare to think about becoming a great person. The number of words updated every day must be more than 3,000 words. It’s really a good example of how time determines money when writing online! It’s very deep, how to write it, how to lay it out, I won’t be able to write any words for a while.
When I was in elementary school, I read the text about spring, and now I remember it, such as "the ice and snow melt." The seeds sprouted and the fruit trees bloomed. We came to the river, to the fields, to the hills, and we found spring. 'And "peach blossoms, pear blossoms, apple blossoms, crabapple blossoms; peaches, pears, apples, crabapples; in spring, our village becomes a garden, in autumn, the trees are full of fruits, and our village becomes an orchard." . I estimate that these beautiful words will be imprinted in my mind for the rest of my life.
If the above words were placed in a primary school student's composition, the teacher would definitely think that the sentences were smooth and they would write "Spring". The scenery is beautiful and the writing is smooth. I used to take over primary school Chinese classes and taught them how to write diaries. After I entered junior high school, I came into contact with some people who took the description of spring a step further, and their writing style was more gorgeous. For example, "Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe" and so on. It is as if these people have instantly combined some gorgeous words and phrases that are flowing in their minds into an exquisite product, and put it in front of the readers to feast on. It nourishes the readers' desire to read like sweet rain and dew. Unknowingly, the readers are intoxicated and continue reading. read. A good article can make people read it endlessly.
In spring, flowers are blooming, and people seem to be much younger. Many important things happened in spring: snakes came out of the mountains on March 3rd; flowers attracted colorful butterflies to fly; hibernating frogs came out of their holes; little swallows came back from the south; the ice and snow melted and the earth thawed; children were flying kites. . . . . . Everything is new in spring. If it were spring all year round, I believe everyone would not complain about this arrangement.
When talking about the spring in my hometown, I have to mention one thing. Not long ago, our county held the Rapeseed Flower Festival, which was spearheaded by the county party committee secretary. This was a myth that was impossible to achieve in the past ten or twenty years. How effective was this event? After all, I was not there (my hometown is more than 300 miles away from the event). I have only seen some reports on the Yangtze River website of this county. It is said that they are based on the measures taken by some places in other places to develop the tourism economy. The county party committee secretary was transferred from other places. He has a pioneering spirit and has done a lot of practical things for people's livelihood. He is one of the 100 outstanding county party committee secretaries in the country. The Rape Flower Festival held this time shows that the people in my hometown are keeping up with the trend of the times, using local resources and the beautiful scenery of nature to contribute to the people's vision of a well-off society.
Is this prose? The characteristic of prose is that the form is scattered but the spirit is not scattered.
I want to praise the spring of life. Although I am over forty years old, I have been working with primary school students for two years, and I feel much younger. Only in spring will the air be fresher, and everyone will confidently raise the sails of life, be proactive, and make due contributions to themselves, society, and all mankind.