Introduction: The sycamore tree that has been sleeping all winter in front of the house has lush leaves and beautiful flowers in full bloom. The layers of branches are like sesame seeds in June, showing clusters of flowers. The following is a collection of famous lyrical prose essays about describing scenes compiled by me. Welcome to read! One of the Famous Scenery and Lyrical Prose Writers
Rural Road
I have walked that winding and bumpy village road countless times. That morning and evening. I was running all over that path. Count every muscle and blood vessel in its body. Every morning, when the rays of sunshine first shine, I will say hello to every mountain and pay my respects to every puddle of water. Appreciate the unique charm of the stacks of loess and clear water. When the sun goes down, I and my colleagues will feel the loneliness of "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk".
My wandering footsteps always sing in the falling maple. My beautiful dreams always fly in its dance skirt. A rural teacher is destined to have an indissoluble bond with a certain section of rural road.
At one time, I didn’t know there was such a school. I only heard its name occasionally when passing by. In my young mind, it was a strange term, and it referred to a distant and unknown place.
When I went to work on the first day, it was rainy. My family asked me if I knew, and I said it was fine. Find it yourself. Wearing sturdy shoes and holding an umbrella, I headed out. Started a journey alone. That road is quiet, unknown, and stretching. Just like the mysterious scenic spots that my classmates and I visited countless times.
Autumn wind and rain, September day. It has the desolation of autumn. The cloud seemed to be crying. It's still early in the day, with a desire for the future and the pursuit of one's own career. In such a cold weather, I walked forward. Along the way, there was no one. In cold weather, no one wants to part with a warm quilt. The occasional dog barking scares me. The road was mostly mud, but luckily there were pebbles in some places. My shoes won't be wiped out, and I can still have my nose and eyes. The rain made the umbrella snap loudly. Moving forward, the rain playfully jumped onto my pants again. The cold wind blew and I felt so cold. That day, along the way, the gray mountains and gray sky looked solemn and desolate in the rain.
The road felt so long. Maybe I was still on the road after walking for more than an hour. From body to heart, I just feel cold. Empty roads, empty mountains. There is only my lonely figure under the empty sky. The rain wet my knees and pants. Tears almost fell down. But I bit my lip desperately. Don't let yourself cry. The only thing I thought of at that time was a sentence in the book: "If you want to cry, don't let yourself cry. If you really can't help it, find a horizontal bar and drop yourself. You won't let your tears fall even if you beat yourself to death." In the end, I defeated myself. Let yourself cry. Because it was too early, there were no students or pedestrians along the way. Only wind and rain accompany me. After walking for a long time, I still couldn't find the school. I felt desperate, but I encouraged myself along the way, "Heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, and he must first work hard on his mind and muscles..." So, I continued walking.
< p> Later, I finally saw a virtuous woman who got up early, and I couldn’t wait to ask for directions. She pointed with her hand and said: “We’ll be there just around the corner.” Suddenly, it was the true feeling of “there is no way out, but there is no way out, but there is a bright future in another village.” . The road that day just felt long.As time passed, the road became shorter in my eyes. Start counting the trees on the mountains and ridges, the grass on the slopes and ridges, and the fish in the lakes and rivers. As time goes by, the points become lines, and the lines become the outline of the landscape painting. There is warmth and friendship. The winding mountain road started to become lively and interesting. It is also full of joy and fragrance. Two famous poems by famous writers of lyrical scene descriptions
The most beautiful memory
Autumn is a sad season. The fallen leaves are falling, like countless yellow butterflies about to die, falling to the ground, which means the end of life. It is in such a season that we say goodbye. I don’t know when we will see each other again. Maybe it will be difficult to see each other in this life, but I firmly believe that if we are destined to see each other again, we will definitely see each other again. Childhood memories are always so beautiful, like water, plain, but endlessly memorable. Those things are deeply imprinted in my heart and have become the most beautiful things forever.
Turning over the first page of the photo album, that’s what my alma mater looks like. I still remember that in this small world, we have unlimited laughter and laughter. We recite Tang poetry and Song lyrics here. After class, that is our happy time. The friends came to the playground in groups to play, and the small sounds like silver bells always floated over the school... everything was so harmonious
The second page, that It’s a photo of me and my mentor. Looking at my mentor in this photo, I suddenly realized that she was very haggard, the dark circles under her eyes were aggravated, and there were some white strands in her black hair. She must have been heartbroken for generations of Tao Li. Every night, when the night is quiet, you are the only one who is still correcting homework at your desk. Teacher, teacher, it is late at night and the stars are so sleepy that they blink. Go to sleep and have a fragrant and sweet dream, which will make you more energetic tomorrow. . Thank you, teacher! You spent countless sleepless nights organizing review materials for us, so that we can achieve the ideal results. It is you who insists on staying and tutoring us every night, living a life like the farmers of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset".
Even when your family members were suffering from tumors, you still insisted on attending classes for us in order not to miss our classes. Even when you accompanied your family members to Shanghai for medical treatment, you did not forget to call us every day to inquire about our studies. Situation... Your kindness is seen in our eyes, but always in our hearts. Thank you, teacher. Your kindness is like the brilliance of the sun in spring. The grass bathed in the sun can never repay the kindness of the sun! Teacher, I will never forget it in this life. Even if my temples are gray, I will still call you "teacher"!
Page 3 , that is my "best friend". She is from Yangzhou. As the saying goes: Yangzhou produces beauties. No, the most iconic thing is the beauty mark. Every time I see it, I smile. Touching her in the photo, I found that she was radiating happiness from head to toe, without any hint of melancholy. Maybe, this is her! But I can't be happy. We are separated in two places. Although we have phone calls, I can only feel her eternally happy breath on the phone. I have already thought about it. The topic suddenly became blank, and I didn’t know what to say. How I long for you to stand in front of me, even if it is just for a fleeting second, I am willing. My friend, do you still remember? Once, you gave me a pack of sunflower seeds. You said that you would come back to meet me when it blooms. Well, now, I tell you, it has bloomed, and you Don’t break your promise! That day, I stood on the balcony and stared into the distance. I waited for a long time, but you were nowhere to be seen. But, it’s okay, I know that you will definitely appear at a certain moment in a corner, and I will always wait for you at the entrance of the alley where I was a child, even if it lasts a lifetime, I am willing!
Memory is always so beautiful. When we were children, we were always so innocent. Those people and things have become indelible and eternal. In my memory, they are like the stars in the sky, always so shining and so beautiful! Three Famous Scenery and Lyrical Prose Writers
Looking for Spring
It’s already been a month since the beginning of spring For the rest of the day, it is raining heavily, the moon is not open, the cold wind is raging, everything is sleeping and there is no breath of life. This feeling is not like spring when everything is resurrected and full of life, but like a cold and dead winter. . The rainy weather that lasted for several months has finally gone, and now I can get a glimpse of sunshine. Standing below, it makes people feel peaceful and peaceful. So, when the sun was shining all over the earth, I decided to go out and look for spring.
Before I went out, I planned to ask my roommates to go out with me, but unfortunately it didn’t work out. One roommate went on a long trip, another wanted to accompany his girlfriend, and the other decided to stay in the dormitory and not go anywhere. That’s it, just pack up, take yourself with you, and go out to look for this mysterious spring.
After a bumpy ride, we arrived at the park half an hour later. It was the park I visited last time but didn’t finish it all. The park is much more lively than before, perhaps because of the weekend, with people coming and going in an endless stream. There are old people and children here. The warm sunshine shines on everyone, and their faces are filled with sweet smiles. Maybe this is spring. The first ray of sunshine in spring not only drives away the haze brought by winter, but also warms everyone's heart. There were people playing on the yacht in the lake, and there were couples walking hand in hand on the shore, relying on each other. I really couldn't hold back the excitement in my heart. This is such a beautiful picture that I need to cherish forever. I took out my mobile phone and started to remember the first ray of sunshine and the first picture in 2012.
In fact, spring has arrived a long time ago, but we didn’t take the time to discover it. If you don’t believe it, isn’t that green grass by the lake spring? They are in the warm sunshine and the gentle spring breeze. , swaying everywhere, as if dancing with the melody of spring. Everything is so new, everything is so beautiful. Moments of happiness are always so short-lived, and even if we try our best to save them, they are just nothing in the end.
Spring is here, lonely people will not be lonely anymore, just because lonely people have found a source of loneliness.
I don’t know how long it has been since I saw Lao Yan fly away, but I suddenly remembered Bai Juyi’s "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake": North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment. Such a beautiful artistic conception, but I don’t know when I can experience it?
Spring has been found, there is no need to linger too much.
Fireworks in March coincide with the beautiful spring scenery. How can we miss this season? Why not take this opportunity to walk with the person you love in this romantic and passionate season, while chasing the breath of spring, imprinting each other's figure, Become an eternal memory?