It was rainy this spring. It was very cold this spring. This spring is very long.
When the spring breeze blows my face, I want to cry.
When the spring rain soaked my eyes, I wanted to cry.
When time slowly turns into spring and flows through my fingers, I am thinking, what have I done this spring?
Green spring, midsummer, sad autumn and honeysuckle.
But this time, the world has fallen out of a spring without green. ...
The world is like a door full of holes. Inadvertently, time will slip away from every hole and gap in the door, giving you no chance to live. So is life.
How many springs can a person have in his life?
And I wasted this spring when I was only fourteen years old.
The opening remarks at the age of fourteen are grief, regret, unwillingness and determination!
Grasp the tail of this spring and hold it tightly in your hand. This is the countdown to the mid-term exam.
Walking by the lake in the campus, the willow smiled and bent, and the green hair was blown by the wind.
Are they laughing at me?
I should laugh at myself. ...
Zhu Ziqing once wrote such a spring article:
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The grass crawled 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. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I close my eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to see your eyes clearly. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, came out from the city and the countryside. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Indeed, a year's plan lies in spring, which is a new beginning, a new starting point and a new direction of efforts. Half of this spring has passed, and the other half ... I will seize it.
From ancient times to the present, there are countless poets in China who praise Spring, both famous and unknown. The song is wrapped around our minds, leaving a fragrance.
Zhang once wrote a poem "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", the title of which is very attractive. Spring, river, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most touching beauty of life and constitute a fascinating and wonderful artistic realm.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.
The poet began to compete with the topic, and the topic came to life at the beginning. On the riverside, he drew a magnificent picture of a moonlit night: the river was in the sea and the moon was in the tide. The sea here is empty. The river tide is boundless, as if connected with the sea, with great momentum. At this time, a bright moon was born with the tide, and the scene was very spectacular. A word "destiny" gives the bright moon and the tide a fresh life. The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, where is it not on the bright moon river! In spring, the river winds around Yuan Ye, where flowers and plants are everywhere, and the moonlight falls on the flower trees like a layer of snow. The poet is really a unique skill of Dan Qing. With a slight stroke, he touched the strange "flowers" in the moonlight by the river. At the same time, he skillfully paid the title of "Moonlight on a Spring River". The poet's observation of moonlight is extremely subtle: moonlight washes away colorful things in the world and turns the world into a dreamy Yin Hui color. So "first frost doesn't fly" and "white sand can't be seen", only the bright moonlight. Delicate brushwork creates a mythical and wonderful realm, which makes the moonlit night by the river look extraordinarily beautiful and quiet. These eight sentences, from big to small, from far to near, gradually condensed on a lonely moon.
The famous poet Li Bai also wrote three lines of Chun Qing:
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Li Bai has many poems describing the psychology of thinking about women, and spring thinking is one of them. The word "spring" in China's classical poems is usually a pun: it refers to both spring and the love between men and women. The word "spring" in the poem "Spring Thoughts" contains these two meanings. This poem is no different from Yan Qin's spring scenery, and it is far apart. It's sad to think of a woman and a distant husband. She rebuked the spring breeze, which was just right.
The whole poem profoundly expresses all kinds of complicated feelings, describes Sifu's yearning for her husband, and shows her noble sentiment of loyalty to her love and constancy.
In spring, it seems that this word can really trigger all kinds of emotions, and Du Fu's "Spring Hope" brings us another kind of emotion.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Tears flow when salty, and lonely birds sing sad.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
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Grandpa Dongse sent away the cold of the earth, and Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting.
The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girl in spring smiles. Sunlight and red beams come and touch you gently, like a young mother's hand.
With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass broke through the ground and dived out of the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refuses to compromise. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air.
In the Woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and pleasant songs. The warm spring breeze blew the river, and the river was suddenly infected by a sweet flute. Looking around, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
The rain in spring is gentle, and only the spring rain beats the branches and leaves of bamboo. Rain sometimes falls in a straight line and sometimes floats with the wind, leaving a beautiful image of smoke, fog, yarn and silk. The splashing rain flower seems to be a beating note on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.
How can the sky be colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the children are on guard against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites are flying freely and soaring. What a refreshing sight!
Ah, everything in spring is full of vitality.
Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart.
Huh? Who awakened the grass?
It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass!
Who is playing with fish?
It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish.
Whenever spring comes, Miss Chun will play with us and grow together. ...
Whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment.
Miss Chun, can you stay?
Spend a golden childhood with us!
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In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it.
"A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular.
"There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. " This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination.
"Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. " This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is naturally appropriate and ingenious. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily.
"Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a distant book, and the fish holds a fragrant hook near the rocky mountain. " This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read.
"Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold. " This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan and Shang in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature.
"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection.
"Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. " This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it, so they chase it happily, so they are carefree, but people are different. They know that spring comes and goes. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words.
The color of spring
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color?
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?