April is the season of hope, with spring planting and autumn harvest. Without a beginning, there will be no end. April is the beginning and starting point of a year.
April is green, just like our childhood. It needs a growing process, and then it grows up and matures slowly.
April is the season to commemorate our ancestors. For example, "it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, ask who has wine, and passers-by show Xinghua Village", which is the best interpretation of April outing.
In April, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. It is like a fairyland on earth, rare in the world, with green mountains and green waters everywhere and lush foliage. It is a beautiful landscape painting, which makes people overjoyed and lingering.
The beauty of April is incomparable. We should love it, protect it, don't destroy it, the beauty of the creator, let us all live in an environment full of spring, and we will live better.
Article 2: On the composition of April 300, the excellent night was full of dribs and drabs, carrying countless hopes and beauty, and the layers of dark clouds swam slowly, and time passed by.
When I got up and looked into the distance, I saw the night scene of thousands of lights on the noisy street. People were happy in front of me, but in the vast world, everything was so quiet. Quiet enough to feel the whole process of every cell in the body from anger to death until it disappears. I stared at the night sky and couldn't see through a hole. Staring for too long, my eyes are sleepy. I close my eyes and sink into the darkness.
The light of April slipped into my eyes, the last star on the horizon ended, and the East shone red and sparkling on the sea. The first gust of wind in April blew on my cheek, and my face turned slightly red. I know April kissed me. Like her mother, she surrounded me with love, which made me feel extremely happy. The deep love burned the clouds into red, and finally turned into light, which shone into my heart.
Thank you in April!
My dear April!
Chapter 3: The composition of April is excellent in 300 words. With the drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we entered April. If you come to the mountain village, you will definitely feel the beautiful and busy scene in April.
From a distance, Shan Ye is green, and the mountains are all refreshing green-green trees, green bamboo and green grass. Walking into the mountains, you will see red and purple azaleas in full bloom, and there are many nameless flowers, one in the east and one in the west, which are colorful and colorful. There are also various birds' crisp and tactful songs, such as "Ji Ji", "Gu Gu" and "Giggle", which decorate the mountains with vitality.
"In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and only silkworms were planted in the fields." In April, the mountain village is busier. You see, in tea gardens and bamboo forests, there are hardworking mountain people.
Qingming and Grain Rain seasons are good seasons for tea picking, and the green and full tea buds moistened by the continuous drizzle exude a faint fragrance. Birds are singing, and tea farmers are carrying baskets and flocking up the mountain to collect tea. They skillfully turned their hands and skillfully picked the most tender new buds on the tree. At the end of the day, the tea farmers were sweating like a pig. They looked at the basket full of tea, and their faces showed comfortable smiles.
Some farmers used this time to dig bamboo shoots with hoes. In the morning, I carried an empty basket and an diabolo basket to dig bamboo shoots, and it didn't take long to return home with a full load. There are tender celery, bracken, duck feet and other wild vegetables on the mountain, all of which are very popular green vegetables.
It began to rain in Mao Mao in the air again. "Sasha Vujacic ……" seemed to accompany the beautiful and busy April.
April is a beautiful season when spring returns to the earth and flowers are in full bloom, which reminds me of the sentence "Spring comes at two o'clock in April".
In April, rape blossoms are very lush. Across the field, a smell came to my nose. It turns out that rape blossoms are in full bloom, and the rape blossoms all over the mountains have formed a golden ocean. There are clusters of rape flowers, one next to the other. Rapeseed has only four petals and belongs to Cruciferae. Have a plenty of flowers and bones, have a plenty of blooming flowers.
The breeze blows, the rape blossoms sway with the wind, and the golden ocean is rough. A few white butterflies danced in the rape blossoms, looming as if playing hide-and-seek with us. Seeing the rape flowers all over the mountain, I inadvertently remembered a poem, "The rape flowers are full of rehmannia, and the butterflies in the flowers are busy." The breeze blew golden waves, and the fragrance was intoxicating. "
Although rape flowers are not as enchanting as roses and as fragrant as osmanthus, their fragrance is intoxicating and makes people feel very comfortable.
In spring, many flowers are in full bloom, intoxicating peach blossoms and golden rape blossoms. ...
Because of them, spring is so brilliant.
In early summer, Weng Juan, one of the four outstanding figures in the Southern Song Dynasty, strolled along the country road in the morning and enjoyed the scenery in April.
The poet walked alone to the high mountain and saw the mountains and Yuan Ye green, like a green ocean and a big green ladder. The water color in the paddy field reflects the brilliance of the sky and presents a unique pastoral scenery, which makes the poet relaxed and happy.
In the drizzle, one or two cuckoos vaguely sang, and the rain dripped down, washing the leaves brighter, and the raindrops made a wonderful sound on the leaves, and the poet was also immersed in this beautiful scenery.
In April in the countryside, people were busy with farm work, and no one was idle. The village was empty, and no one could be seen. Where can people go? Some people pick mulberry and raise silkworms, some people plant seedlings in farmland ... draw a picture of farmers' work.
The poet enjoyed the beautiful countryside in April and looked at the people working in front of him. He poetically sang such a poem: the mountains and plains are all green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.