The March wind messed up the flowers and scattered the dreams. How much is left after blowing away so much? Thinking about the flowers dancing slowly in the air, is there a wandering me? Quietly, slowly, precipitate, precipitate, until one day it turns to dust.
I don't know if I'm making much ado about nothing, or if I'm sad about not writing it down, but my hand still can't help banging on the keyboard. Ticks echoed in my ears, and the memory in my heart was engraved word by word.
Obviously very casual, smiling, but why the corner of my eye is shining, is this irony? Or it's not tears, just my weak sigh. It is my silence that makes us miss it. Closing your eyes is not my decision!
The fireworks in front of us are blooming, but the shining light is fleeting. Fireworks in March are dazzling, but no matter how beautiful they are, they will disappear. What we can do is to enjoy this moment and then cherish it.
Time, we have been walking, and the scenery along the way is countless. Sometimes it flashes, leaves in a hurry, sometimes stops to enjoy it slowly, sometimes it goes straight, sometimes it bends, and you don't even know what the next intersection will be. ...
When I stood at the window and looked at the passing cars, I remembered that there seemed to be an article that said something like this: We always have to move forward, and we won't know how many scenery we missed along the way until we look back one day. So as long as I sit in the car, I will always pay attention to the scenery outside. Although sometimes it's just a moment, at least we met, just like now I met you at least.
That year, in March, my sudden appearance bothered you. In fact, I have long understood that I was not confident in stupid feelings and chose to retreat. Time flies. It took me four years to think that I would be confident and forget. Finally, I forgot myself and my confidence, but I remembered you. Now you are still alone, but I still don't have enough strength and confidence to express it. March, another March, I am still sad here, as cold as fireworks.
In March, the sun shone through the window and saw pink peach blossoms and green leaves, which were bright and beautiful. Passers-by in a hurry, chasing, laughing, taking pictures in twos and threes, and I stopped and thought beautifully about where I saw the traces of memory and saw that I had flown freely. In March, fireworks are flying and the tidbits are dancing. In March, spring is blooming, and I am still walking alone.
March Fireworks Prose Essay On March 24th, I had the honor to participate in the seminar.
This literary journey is not only fruitful. Fireworks in March, Shangrao with beautiful scenery, hospitable editors, teachers and lovely literary friends left me with beautiful and precious memories.
Unconsciously, I have been attached to it for more than three years.
Vaguely remember that year, a young heart threw out a bunch of stiff old writing, talking about words day and night. To sum up, in the words of the Chinese teacher in senior high school, the writing under the stage is old-fashioned, mechanical, without any skills, and can't get on the table at all. Yeah, I just can't get on the stage. Whether it's writing or life. But fortunately, I became attached to this free writing platform. Let me grow up from a big boy in a greenhouse to this confident and cheerful guy now. All this is still thanks to such a big change.
In fact, life is like a journey. No matter what we are looking for or what we are looking forward to meeting, the pace of progress can never stop. Fortunately, we are not passers-by. We all shed blood and sweat in the hurried years. We all have the same hobbies and literary dreams.
March Fireworks Prose Essay 3 Old people often say that three and nine are two good numbers. In March, spring is blooming and the weather is sunny. Nine, a long time! Happiness and longevity!
Fireworks in March, spring is full of flowers, but most of us have never experienced the feeling of nature so much! I'm too busy at work, no! Too much housework, no! Or because the mood is not good, no! It's just that the heart is no longer so poetic and people are no longer so melodramatic! But I always feel that I have lost something in my heart, a little bit. I don't know if it's for life, society or myself!
For life, we have learned to sigh; For society, we have learned to be reluctant, not to be reluctant to society, but to be reluctant to ourselves; For ourselves, we have learned to ignore! In this way, forget March, a season full of emotions! A season full of warmth! Warm sunshine, refreshing flowers, happy birds, a touching new life! All this, originally close to us, is getting farther and farther away from us.
Time didn't tell us to let it go, he wanted us to have our own him and his company! Not him, but him forever, years! It is not a time for regret, but a time for deep thought. We have honed, grown and precipitated in the years, and gradually become a self that we all appreciate. It is through the accumulation of experience, the tempering of difficulties and the warmth of feelings that I have achieved a wonderful and unique self.
Fireworks are set off every March,
We have grown up, and the years are ours.
We lost the years.
Just like that beautiful full court flower.
Although it is beautiful,
But after all, few people love flowers.
Poor flower.
Finally, flowers bloom and fall, and fireworks March.
Just slipped away!
Fireworks March
Did you slip away?
Yes&No.
Mixed truth and falsehood
Maybe not.
There is always a microcosm in some places.
retrospective
unforgettable
March Fireworks Prose Essay 4 When I mention Yangzhou, I will see such a picture: In late spring, in March, the willows are bright, the breeze is blowing gently, and the slender West Lake is rippling. On the stone bench by the lake, a group of literati are enjoying willows or composing poems, which is more artistic. Therefore, in my impression, Yangzhou is mainly composed of water, willow and literati poems.
Yangzhou is close to the sea, becomes a river, thrives on the river and is beautiful on the lake. The waves of the East China Sea, the huge waves of the Yangtze River, the clear water of the canal and the soft waves of the Slender West Lake. It can be said that there would be no Yangzhou without water, so water is the background color of Yangzhou. However, for Yangzhou, the beauty of water is mostly concentrated in the corner of Slender West Lake. Slender West Lake is located in the northwest suburb of Yangzhou, formerly known as Xiebao River. Although it is not as wide as the West Lake in Hangzhou, it is famous for its unique beauty. The beauty of lakes and waters, elegant and strong, gentle and willful, clear and deep, makes people fall and be obsessed. There are also places of interest such as Hongqiao, Chang Di, Xu Yuan, Xiaojinshan and Wu Ting Bridge, which add to the charm of Slender West Lake. Therefore, throughout the ages, some literati like to walk along the beautiful footprint of Slender West Lake and along the banks of the river, leaving behind many Mo Bao relics, poems and songs, couplets inscriptions, myths and legends, etc.
It is an objective fact that Yangzhou is located in the north of the Yangtze River, but in my impression, it has always been an "ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River". Therefore, the beauty of water in Yangzhou is also reflected in the beauty of rain. Especially in this season, the bridge is flowing, misty and rainy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River, perhaps suddenly looking back, meeting a girl like lilac, how romantic! Really, the rain in Yangzhou is as thin as silk and as light as floc, unlike the lightning and thunder of heavy rain in the north, but it is continuous and long, like a layer of smoke covering the whole town, and everything is illusory. This may be what we call "hazy beauty".
In such a city moistened by water, after thousands of years, Yangzhou people unconsciously learned water. They may have seen the prosperity and decline of the city; Perhaps I have seen the passing of wealth; Maybe it's a meteor that sees through life. They live a leisurely life in Shu Ya as calm as water, diluting their material desires. Perhaps the tranquility of Yangzhou people is like water, which is a kind of detachment of "I will walk until the water stops me, and then sit and watch Yun Qi".
When it comes to water in Yangzhou, people have to think of willows in Yangzhou, because there are willows where there is water. Many times, people often refer to Yang and Liu as "",so according to the geographical characteristics of Yangzhou, many scholars think that "Yangzhou" should be "Yangzhou". In fact, there was a saying of "Yangzhou" in ancient times, but with the change of history, I don't know when "Yangzhou" evolved into "Yangzhou". I won't elaborate on this, just talk about the willows in Yangzhou. Willow is a plant that is afraid of drought and likes water, so it is very suitable for growing in Yangzhou, which is rich in water resources. In Yangzhou, there are willows both inside and outside the city, so there has always been a saying that "the street hangs a thousand steps of willows". Wang Shizhen, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, also wrote a famous sentence that "the pavilion of Qingyang is Yangzhou". Most of the willows in the city are weeping willows, and the willow branches swaying in the wind by the roadside and water are like sleeves fluttering on the stage and continuous waist. Its graceful shape complements the winding lake, pavilions with lights, arch bridges and winding corridors. Therefore, people think that the aura of Slender West Lake is mainly spring willow on the shore of the lake.
However, for Yangzhou people, willow trees are more than just scenery. Yangzhou people love to plant willow, and also use willow, such as willow utensils, willow tea, willow cakes, willow whips, willow flowers and so on. Shuttling through the streets of Yangzhou, we will find that the life of Yangzhou people has been closely linked with willow trees. It is this life with Liu that makes Yangzhou people gradually have Liu's character. Willow doesn't choose soil, so there is a saying that "flowers can't bloom with heart, and willow can't plant shade unintentionally" Many people think that willow is too cheap, but they never thought that this "cheap" willow is actually a tenacious vitality! A calm and weak appearance of strength. Willow branches are soft but not easy to break, just like the character of Yangzhou people who are soft outside and rigid inside.
Yangzhou has beautiful scenery and willows, which has attracted many literati in the past dynasties to stop and linger, thus leaving many poems and paintings. For example, Mei Cheng in Han Dynasty, Luo, Zhang, Li Bai and Du Mu in Tang Dynasty, Su Shi in Song Dynasty and many literati in Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties left countless works. If the Tang Dynasty is the heyday of poetry, then Yangzhou must be the most brilliant one in this period. At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang, a native of Yangzhou, one of the "Four Scholars in Wuzhong", caused a sensation throughout the Tang Dynasty with an article "Moonlight on the Spring River" and left it to future generations. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. "Eternal famous sentences. Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, also left many poems when he was an official in Yangzhou. We are familiar with "Yangzhou Road is ten miles away, so it is better to roll up the bead curtain" and "Twenty-four Bridges on a moonlit night, where can jade people teach flute playing". The Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou, headed by Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty, played an irreplaceable role in the history of China literature, painting and calligraphy. Their painting style breaks through the disadvantages of the times and has a unique style. They turned their ideas to popularization and popularization, which made the cultural atmosphere of Yangzhou more and more strong. There has always been a saying in Yangzhou that "there is no calligraphy and painting in front of the hall, which is not the old home", so it is this tradition of Yangzhou worship that has created the poetry of Yangzhou people today.
Without Yangzhou's water, there would be no Yangzhou willow, without Yangzhou's water and willow, there would be no Yangzhou's poetry and literature, and there would be no Yangzhou's classical culture, so the three are closely related. Times are changing, and so is the city of Yangzhou. After more than 2500 years of vicissitudes, Yangzhou people are carrying forward Yangzhou's poetry and Yangzhou people's poetry with leisurely water and soft willows.
On today's stage, Yangzhou is giving full play to its cultural and ecological advantages and developing continuously ... I saw the dawn.
March Fireworks Prose Essay 5 It's Women's Day again, and the company leaders are always very kind to let our female compatriots have a happy holiday! The trip is long and there are many scenic spots in five cities in East China. The first stop, we arrived in Hangzhou.
I still clearly remember my trip to Hangzhou in August, 20xx, my friends in Hangzhou and the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou. I will never forget it in my life. The beauty of the West Lake has not faded in my mind, but I have the opportunity to return to Hangzhou.
The train was at seven o'clock in the morning, but we all gathered at the station early. March always makes our female compatriots' faces smile like rotten flowers, which is beautiful and moving.
Arriving in Hangzhou, we will stay on the train for a day and a half at about 2: 30 noon the next day?
Almost all of us were in the whole carriage, laughing and making noise. I was in another carriage with nine other colleagues, which saved me the time when my ears were not quiet, and also gave me leisure to see the scenery outside the window.
It is rare to let go of everything, let my thoughts fly slowly, think of the scene of gathering with my friends, and think of my friends' kindness and concern for me. My heart is always full of moving, vivid and eye-catching, and every sentence is in my heart! The train arrived in Jinhua the next morning and it was snowing all the way. We were lucky to see the beautiful and gentle snow. It hardly snows in southern cities, only continuous rain. The train only stopped in Beijing for more than ten minutes, but my colleagues were in high spirits and got off to take pictures. I stood in the snowy place for a while. I didn't take this wonderful moment as a permanent memory, because I have branded it deeply in my heart.
It's already 2: 40 in Hangzhou, and the tour guide is welcoming our distant guests early. There were only two scenic spots that day, one was Lingyin Feilai Peak, and the other was a performance in Song Cheng at night. When I arrived in Hangzhou, I missed my friends very much. My friends from Feilaifeng accompanied me to Hangzhou last time. I don't want to see them anymore, but I am eager to see them.
I got in touch with Sister Xin when I came out of Lingyin. I had to wait for her to drive to pick me up, so I left the team. Being alone in a strange city always feels a little scared! I finally look forward to my sister's arrival. Of course, a few friends got together again in the evening, or the same hotel. This time, the poet friend invited me to dinner. My brother, poet friend, Yang Jun, Jinger, Xinjie and I once again raise our glasses to celebrate our reunion and wish our friendship everlasting. The only regret is that I didn't see the crystal moon.
The next day, I took a boat trip to the West Lake, watched the moon in the three pools, felt the beautiful scenery of the autumn moon in Pinghu and the broken bridge and the snow, overlooked Leifeng Tower and strolled in the park to enjoy flowers and fish. The beauty of the West Lake is world-famous. This time, I saw the fireworks West Lake in March. Like smoke and fog, wicker flutters with the wind. From time to time, the song of songbirds came from the endless depths of Liu Yin, which was crisp and sweet. There are some small pink cherry blossoms in bud by the lake. The sun shines on the lake, sparkling. Song Wan, a student studying in butterfly lovers, felt the hardships of the ancients in studying poetry books and digging the wall to borrow light. All show the perseverance of the ancients in seeking knowledge. The most touching, of course, is the love story of Liang Zhu. Three years have passed, and the students have not found Yingtai's daughter. They sent her away on 18, but they both turned into butterflies when they left.
The next stop is Suzhou. I watched the Qiantang River in the car, overlooking Pagoda of Six Harmonies, enjoying the Hangzhou Silk Exhibition by the way, and then called my friends to say goodbye. Hangzhou-my dream hometown, I will come again, because there are my friends, my brothers and sisters here! And my reluctant attachment!