In the spring of the second year of Tang Suzong (AD 759), Li Bai was exiled by the emperor because of the case of Li Lin in Wang Yong. When Li Bai went to Baidicheng via Sichuan, he suddenly received a pardon letter from the emperor. Li Bai was pleasantly surprised and immediately rowed the boat to Jiangling. So the title of this poem is also called Xiajiangling. This poem describes the author's joy and carefree mood at that time.
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In the second year of Gan Yuan (AD 759), Mr. Li Bai was determined to kill thieves and didn't understand politics. Wrong into the Wang Yong lilin shogunate, the result didn't and an Shi rebellion, Shi Siming's sons to play a game, just because there are other centers, and ate the hook! Be demoted to yelang. (that is, the name that Guizhou and Hunan are now vying for), fortunately, the ancient traffic was underdeveloped, and I went to Baidicheng, Sichuan, where Liu Bei died, and the emperor gave me an Amnesty, haha! The poet fairy is alive again!
Friends are here, let's celebrate! Drink it! Will enter the wine! Seeing that there was still hope for his career, after drinking, Comrade Li Bai got on the boat and went down to Jiangling to see if there was any further development. As a result, after drinking all night, I got on the boat in the fog and fell into the cabin, sleeping soundly. I didn't wake up from thirst on the road, but I fell asleep. I didn't leave the cabin until the ship stopped, huh? Here we are!
Great! Write a poem to celebrate:
Say goodbye to the colorful clouds in Baidicheng-the mist in the morning is dizzy like colorful clouds, and the clouds are dizzy!
It's so fast to go back to Jiangling a thousand miles a day, especially when you are drunk and sleeping!
The apes on both sides of the strait kept crying-they didn't leave the cabin, only heard the apes crying!
The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man-I didn't see the mountain, I overslept, hehe!
Brewmaster, the immortality of poetry and sword!
Pure hand tour, encourage it!
This ancient poem was rewritten into a 600-word composition. A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly stopped the red mount, and the horse looked up and neighed, and the neighing echoed in the narrow valley.
They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
This desolate northwest frontier fortress!
The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams. The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have solidified at this time.
The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howling sound of crazy friction of sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
I am so tired when marching and fighting during the day that I don't feel homesick, but when the moon is in the middle, I am in my hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone. ...
The general's face is red. I don't know if it's because of the wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the picture of stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again.
That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
(Fisherman's Pride)
3. Hello, my story composition of ancient poetry is 600 words!
The story of me and ancient poetry is as follows:
When I was a child, ancient poetry was my first friend. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems. I listened with relish and never forgot.
My mother has taught me preschool since I was a child, but I often can't teach me ancient poetry because of my work. During this time, I learned that Ode to Goose describes the scene of geese swimming in the water. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the story of family members missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds us not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall presents us with a spectacular scene. However, I learned too little about ancient poetry, so I started my career of teaching ancient poetry by myself.
Back at school, the sound of the book was deafening, and the students were reading a poem in Lu You's "A Tour of Shanxi Village": "Doubt has no way to recover, and there is another village." When I got home, I said to my mother, "I learned an ancient poem today." That's a tour of Shanxi village written by Lu You. When I read that there is no doubt about mountains and rivers, there is another village. " My mother said to me, "Kyle, do you understand the truth in this poem?" I racked my brains to think, and suddenly, my eyes lit up and I shouted, "I know." This truth is that in life, we should look at different people and things from different perspectives, and then we will have different discoveries and gains.
A visit to Shanxi village told me the truth of life and the mystery of ancient poetry. Ancient poetry has unique cultural charm and attracts people all the time. Otherwise, how can so many people write? Cai's different writing styles and different expressions of the poet's situational awareness made me pay attention to the poet's life experience and gained a lot of knowledge.
Open the door of poetry, and a beautiful world of poetry is presented to me. Let me stay in the garden of poetry forever, make life full of meaning, and let poetry accompany me all my life!
4. Write a story between me and ancient poetry. The story of me and poetry, 600 words.
When I was a child, my mother bought me a book with 300 Tang poems since I could read. The room is full of poems copied by my mother, which are plastered all over the wall. My mother taught me word for word. I remember the first poem my mother taught me was "Yongmei", "There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. "
At the age of seven, mom and dad went to Shanghai to do business. Before leaving, my mother said to me, "Son, you should be strong, listen to your grandmother and be like a plum blossom." After my parents left, I thought, "Why should it be like plum blossoms?"
The recent heavy snow made me understand the meaning.
When I opened the window in the morning, I saw a piece of white snow, heavy snow and hazy fog, which added a sense of mystery to the outside. The north wind roared, making people tremble. I hurried downstairs to wash and go to school, and opened the door. The originally vibrant grassland was already dead. Without the accompaniment of insects and the singing of birds, the grass was covered with a thick layer of snow and the bamboo was bent. Between the bamboo forests, you can vaguely see a blush, its unruly branches stand in the snow, red flowers bloom in the branches, and the cold does not make it wither, but makes it bloom stronger in the snow. This is plum blossom, and this is "plum blossom in the corner, cold ling alone"! The sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white from top to bottom. Only it stands in the snow, fully open in the snow. It stands out from the crowd and takes the lead. Compared with other flowers, it is not the most beautiful, but it is the strongest.
I finally understand why I want to be as strong as a plum blossom.
Reading Yongmei, a Tang poem, made me understand what is the power of life. Even in the cold winter night, snowy night, in a corner, among the green trees and bamboos, there are plum blossoms in full bloom, which is the power in life.
And extra rewards. Thank you.
Generally, this kind of question needs a lot of words, which is more troublesome and difficult to find. If you don't give a reward, few people will give it to you, which is simply lack of sincerity.
The following is an adaptation of a dream (776 words). I sat in the pavilion and looked at all kinds of lotus flowers. I just feel deeply attracted by the lotus in front of me-some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely. Some just bloomed, and several butterflies couldn't wait to get in. The oval stamens inside are about an inch long.
The blooming lotus is as white, tender, sweet, pure and lovely as a baby's smiling face. What about the bustling lotus before? Although the petals have withered, the lotus still stands in the lotus leaf, which is covered with emerald-like green particles, which are the seeds of new life.
From a distance, the lotus is like a big family, with generations living under one roof. These scenes constitute a poetic "summer lotus map".
Looking at this wonderful scene, I was deeply intoxicated with it, as if I had become a lotus flower, dancing under the breeze. I sat in the pavilion, enjoying the beautiful scenery that only exists between heaven and earth, while savoring the aging of the Millennium.
I didn't think I would be so drunk. After only a few drinks, I was so drunk that I couldn't sit still. I just feel like I'm on cloud nine, as if I'm in a fairyland on earth. I feel like a fairy again! Unconsciously, it was getting dark, and it was not until my interest was almost exhausted by the passage of time that I remembered it was time to go home.
I waddled into the boat. But at this point, I am still a little drunk, and I have given the route home; It's everywhere.
I have to move forward with vague memories. However, the paddler refused to obey orders. You let it shake to the north, but it turns against you and shakes the paddle to the south. You asked it to roll the paddle to the south, but it rolled to the north.
The boat stumbled as if it were a toddler. Unexpectedly, I actually rocked the boat to the depths of the lotus root.
At this point, I broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly woke up. I saw myself in the depths of the lotus, surrounded by it. I suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do.
I tried my best to row the boat, but the lotus was taller than me, and it didn't help to row. But the sound of my paddle alarmed a group of waterfowl among the lotus leaves, and they flew into the sky.
I collapsed in the cabin like a deflated ball. What should I do in this uninhabited environment? Finally, I had to spend a long night in the cabin. That night is deeply imprinted on my mind.
6. The composition of a poem of more than 600 words is in my heart.
Reading ancient poems in the voice of "Ya Ya" since childhood. Although I don't understand the meaning, it doesn't diminish my love and yearning for poetry. So, one ancient poem after another was put into my little head: "Goose Goose", "Go to 23 Li" and "The bright line at the foot of the bed".
However, although I have learned many ancient poems, I can recite them. But I still don't understand most of the poems. I'm a little confused about "there is no way to doubt the mountains and rivers" Why the goose is "white hair floating green water, red palm clearing waves", why "who knows that every grain is hard", why "it is not snow from a distance because it has a faint fragrance" and why "from the side of the mountain, the distance is different". There are countless question marks about ancient poetry in my little mind? It is really "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain".
Later, under the careful teaching of the teacher and the explanation of my parents, I also knew a little about poetry. They told me the knowledge and stories related to poetry, and I understood the meaning of ancient poetry step by step. For example, my mother who is watching TV calls me "Baby, come and see the goose!" " Let me have a look. Oh, the goose is like this. It has a long neck, white feathers and red soles. I immediately understood the meaning of that poem. In addition, I saw the farmer's uncle working hard in the fields on TV. My mother said that wheat can only be harvested once a year, and I really understood that "a Chinese meal, Every grain is hard "......................................................................................................................... Although I am not a great scholar, I still have a feeling that" people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs ". Helpless; "Everything is not for people, and tears flow first." Depression; "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." This kind of heroism is still a little touched.
Whenever I study poetry, the artistic conception created by the poet in those few words always makes me daydream, and I share my joys and sorrows with the poet in the dark. And produced a heartfelt desire to create. So from then on, I understood that poetry has occupied a place in my heart.
I like ancient poems.
From the moment I knew how to understand the meaning of ancient poetry, I fell in love with it.
Looking at "Spring Breeze is Green in Jiang Nanan", reading "Two Orioles Singing Green Willow", thinking about "Rains in Qingming Festival", holding a book "Selected Excellent Ancient Poems", while drinking steaming green tea, I feel more delicious.
Perhaps because of heredity, influenced by my mother since childhood, I fell in love with reading Selected Ancient Excellent Poems involuntarily. I like the feeling of ups and downs with the poet's mood, from which I can always feel endless fun. ...
From Seven Steps Poems to Long Songs, from Jiang Xue to Yongmei, I can experience a lot of fun in these poems which contain many philosophies and many allusions. ...
I remember one time, we learned "Singing Willow" by He in the Tang Dynasty. "Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " On Sunday of that weekend, I went to the park alone to observe the willow tree to see if it was the same as written in the poem. Looking around the park, there are many trees, but which one is willow? I'm wandering around like a headless fly, and I still don't understand. This tree is like that one. Finally, I got up the courage to ask my grandfather who also wears glasses. He pointed to a row of trees not far away and said, "Little friend, that's the willow." I ran to have a look. Wow, that's it. Its leaves are thin and sharp, and its color is green. It hangs from a height and flutters with the wind. This is exactly the same as in the poem. I finally understand that we can't study hard, because "what we get on paper is shallow in the end and we don't know how to do it." Without contact with society and nature, real knowledge cannot be obtained.
With the passage of time, I gradually changed from a child learning languages to a fifth-grade student. Because I loved reading ancient poems since I was a child, my writing style has also improved a lot. Roaming under the sky of ancient poetry, I am the happiest cloud! Because, I feel endless fun from it. ...
7. There are no fewer than 600 words about ancient poetry in this composition. I urgently need ancient poetry to accompany me to grow up.
A simple and innocent heart, like a flower, blooms slowly under the nourishment of poetry. ...
Childhood, Poetry and Me
My mother began to teach me to recite ancient poems when I first learned to write Chinese characters with ants crawling askew.
Holding an illustrated book of ancient poetry, my mother accompanied me to travel to the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son." These sentences were engraved in my ignorant heart word by word. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry. I only know that grass can't be burned, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. I understand that all mothers love their children and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences sound like singing. How nice! So I was chewing sugar in my mouth, holding a book in my arms, and reading one ancient poem after another against the sound of pinyin milk.
Teenagers, Poetry and Me
"Mom, hundreds of thousands of years have passed since ancient poetry. Why do we have to read and recite them? " I asked my mother puzzled.
"Because it represents the long and splendid culture of China! Read more books and recite more poems, and you will understand the truth contained in them, and you will be able to enrich the literary heritage and become a person who is fully committed. " Mom answered me.
So I picked up the book and continued to recite ancient poems. From primary school to junior high school, the book in my hand has changed from "Selected Ancient Poems" to "Poetry Collection".
"I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west." "Seven or eight stars are in the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xiqiao. " "The sky is connected with clouds and smoke, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance." ……
I have been able to recite a lot of Tang poetry and Song poetry fluently and understand poetry. Read the text in the Chinese book again, and it will be easy to read it thoroughly; Words and sentences become handy when writing a composition.
Youth, Poetry and Me
"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon." It embodies the poet Yan Shu. How bitter is it? Who can comfort his loneliness?
"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Looking back, what kind of sadness and regret does Li Yu, who has become a prisoner?
When I grow up, I am no longer satisfied with simply understanding ancient poems, but simply reciting them. I am appreciating them with a mature mind and rich perceptual knowledge.
Focusing on this, I can see the solo dance of poets' souls and hear their emotional monologues:
"Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Du Fu, a "poet saint", is old and sick, sometimes sad, and he is in a foreign land, asking lonely autumn scenery to speak for him. "Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "One night, the wind was strong and the rain was sudden. When I woke up in the Ming Dynasty, the leaves were greener, but the flowers withered. Things always change unconsciously. As Xi Murong said in A Flowering Tree, "How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment?" What a deep and burning emotion it is to express yearning for beautiful love and nostalgia for youth with simple and elegant poems!
From the reading of babbling as a child to the appreciation of growing old, beautiful poems have sown seeds in my heart, sprouted and blossomed. Gradually, I can understand the deeper connotation and richer emotions contained in the poem.
Ancient poetry grew up with me. It purified my soul and cultivated my sentiment. I am determined to continue to set sail, accompanied by ancient poetry, and sail to a bright distance!
8. China's 600-word composition of ancient poems: Li Bai in my heart.
In my impression, Li Bai is a somewhat childish person, very emotional, frank and casual. When you are happy, you shout loudly: "Go out and laugh to the sky. Are we Artemisia people?" Very free and easy, and some people even think highly of themselves. "The Great Tiger became stupid and looked like an ordinary person at that time." What an ordinary person! He left when he was disappointed. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions? They will never tolerate others showing them a sincere face. " 1300 years ago, Li Bai was so bold, strong, free and easy, full of true temperament. Reading his poems, I feel comfortable and detached from the world. I really have a feeling of "yearning for it although I can't reach it"!
Li Bai, a talented person, was born in a rich family, with good family conditions and the open and prosperous Tang Dynasty, which made him want to travel all over the world. So he enjoyed it, wandering around the world, reciting poems and writing poems, and his writing was earth-shattering, famous for his mountains and rivers.
Li Bai is fluttering in white and holding wine in the wind.
He breathed the fragrance of green mountains and green waters, kissed the land of vast expanse, and felt the tranquility beyond things. His choice is correct, because only the free world can accommodate this unconstrained and proud person. Wine is Li Bai's favorite. He is always immersed in wine and dreams. When wine paralyzed his spirit and feelings, his dream began. "One hundred poems of Li Bai fighting for wine", wine has all been integrated into Li Bai's life and into his poems and songs. Among more than 500 poems written by him, 170 mentioned "wine", which was full of alcohol and fragrance. Wine and ci have become an important part of the ordinary life of "poetry immortals". Therefore, we have learned to be ambitious, let me, 300 bowls, drink for one person! Lonely and helpless, give them to that boy in exchange for wine, and we will drown out the sorrow of thousands of generations! And enjoy a glass of wine when you are alive! Never mind whether your reputation will disappear! The hearty "drunken at sunset, arrogant and carefree white horse" and the gloomy and sad "don't drink, don't cry" wine made a poet immortal, and wine made Li Bai a great poet!
He travels around and has no fixed place to live.
Li Bai spent most of his life on the road, and sometimes he was very tired. "The road is hard to get through, but the sky is hard to get through." Sometimes he walks happily. "a thousand miles back to Jiangling in one day"; Sometimes a friend hurried to see me off: "Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard the singing on the shore." Sometimes he is very moved and sad when he sees his friend "sailing alone, the blue sky is empty, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky". He and the wanderer encouraged each other: "I will think of you in the floating clouds, so think of me in the sunset." He gave the love that should belong to the world to villages, mountains, lakes and canyons, to boys (telling children to roast chicken and drink white wine, and children holding other people's clothes with a smile), to beggars and even deer in the mountains, to horses and butterflies: "Birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone", "Goose goes to worry, and mountains come to the moon", "We waved goodbye, and my horses screamed one after another.
He is full of affection and eloquence.
Li Bai indulged in landscapes and visited immortals all over the world. As soon as he went abroad, he swallowed mountains and rivers "Big Pengfei was shocked for eight generations, and the sky was weak." "A straight line leads to heaven, its apex enters heaven, and it may hide sincerity in May." I remember Mr. Yu Guangzhong's poetic comment, "Embroidering in one bite makes the Tang Dynasty half prosperous" (Recalling Li Bai). Li Bai wrote only two words in his life, but his achievements are unparalleled. "Le Garden Scenic Area Clear Autumn Festival, Xianyang Ancient Road is silent. The voice of the dust, the sunset of the west wind, the tomb of the Han family ",several figures, all say bleak. ""Never tire of looking at each other, only looking at the Pavilion Mountain ",the mountain is quiet and charming, and the poet only sees the mountain, but his eyes are relatively close.
Li Bai is brilliant and can be called a genius in the world. "The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " He is free and easy and willing to be a prodigal son, "I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling behind "; He is a heavy drinker and often gets drunk. "What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk "; He is naive and romantic, nicknamed "the poet of the Tang Dynasty" and "wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, the queen of all clouds came and descended one by one"; He is lofty and rebellious, and despises worldly mediocrity. "Golden and white walls buy songs and dances, and when you are drunk, you will despise princes."
I remember someone asked Mr. Yu who his idol was. Mr Yu replied that Li Bai was one of them, because Li Bai opened the vitality of China culture. If you have to use one word to describe Li Bai's poetic style, there is only one word: bold and unconstrained! In my mind, Li Bai is the majestic "Don't look at how the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky and enters the ocean, never to return", and the open-minded "I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back!" , the majestic "I would like to cross the Yellow River, ice choke ferry, snow climb Taihang Mountain", crazy "I am a madman in Chu, singing a crazy song to argue Confucius". What makes us sigh and rejoice is that our country, our history and our culture have such strange people and talents. Their self-righteousness, loftiness and freedom have left us with colorful and classic masterpieces, making our country an ancient civilization and our nation an excellent nation.
Without Li Bai, it is impossible to vent the sadness of "but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, we will raise our glasses to eliminate our worries." Without Li Bai, we can't marvel at the wonders of "flying to the third thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Without Li Bai, it is impossible to have the ambition of "sometimes riding the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". Li Bai used his whole life to interpret romance, despised dignitaries with all his poems, and added a touch of brilliance to the long scroll of Chinese culture with all his * * *!
9. () Composition in Ancient Poetry 600 words The spring scenery in ancient poetry is sultry, and flowers are like fans, and willow smoke forms an array. "Bathed in spring, stepping in the footsteps of spring, with deep nature and hope, come to see spring again.
Full of green in spring. "The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? " Accompanied by the harmonious spring breeze, everything has regained its former vitality. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away." The grass comes out of the ground, but it is faint, just like the hair on a newborn baby, hazy and beautiful; "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." The willows sprouted and the dense forest turned green.
"There are no flowers in the fragrant trees, and birds are singing all the way in Chunshan." Spring is so beautiful, so natural and so harmonious. "Green grass hangs in the shade of spring, and there are flowers and trees." It is unadorned green and pure green with natural decoration, which touches people's hearts and soaks people's thoughts.
Spring is hazy. "I want apricot flowers to get wet and my face is not cold." The arrival of spring brings a continuous drizzle. He is like a glittering and translucent silver thread, accompanying the hazy sky, connecting spring with the earth and the world. "Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows." The rain in spring is hazy, not as deep as the dark clouds before the storm, not as confused as the fog, no lightning and no thunder. Only the hazy sky confuses people's eyes, and only the crystal dew infiltrates people's hearts and spreads the news of spring to the world.
Spring is lively. "Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." In the bright spring, the fish jumped out of the pond, and the swallows flew across the sky with the wind. "The grass tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of red and purple compete for Fang Fei." Spring is a kaleidoscope and a vibrant scene. The vitality of spring, so full of vitality, is manifested in a multitude of things. The grass tries to put its body out of the soil and show its green posture. "Old trees have flowers, but no ugly branches." Big trees sprout new buds, grow strong bodies and expose their dense green leaves. Small fish scramble to jump out of the water and breathe the spring air. What beautiful and harmonious colored paintings!
"Spring is annoying, and there are a few flowers everywhere." The crabapple hanging by the pond has blossomed pink, a bunch, a roll and a branch, like a crimson cloud full of trees. It is light and lovely, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath to watch it. The wind passed without a trace, but it blew off many petals, fell with the wind, fell into the blue waves slightly, and scattered into the pond, like a pink boat, floating, shaking, shaking.
The air in spring is beautiful. Although it seems inappropriate, I can't think of any words to describe it. This is the so-called "only knowing and not saying".
Flowers in spring forest are more charming, and birds in spring are more sad. The spring breeze is full of love and fascinates me.
Spring is green, spring is hazy, and spring is full of vigor and vitality. Her green color is bright, hazy and beautiful, and her vitality shows some vitality. What a beautiful spring!
It's spring, hazy and bright.
It's spring and it's refreshing.
It's spring, vaguely full of hope.