When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
You see, every life has its own specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
A letter to spring
2. Dear Spring:
You are among the white clouds, propping up the blue sky with your hands and scattering a ray of light. Flowers smile and stand upright like games. Forsythia suspensa holds a golden trumpet in the sky, green leaves dance happily, and cheerful songs flow from its mouth. With the breeze, you sow hope in a land, and raindrops ring wind chimes to help you moisten everything. I can't hear the sigh of Yi 'an layman anymore. "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry." This poetess, who is as fragile as a petal, laments spring and sighs autumn. The years have turned into affection in her hands, making her "as thin as yellow flowers". Only your wisdom can warm that cold and fragile heart. After sorrow again and again, it will be an encounter and full of vitality. You write wisdom on white clouds and let the sun shine all day!
You are in the green hills, rolling up the mountains with your arms, and the river is swirling in your arms and flowing quietly. You let the pine trees grow poetic tender leaves, and the pointed pagodas are full of gifts of spring rain, which makes the literati and poets poetic and poetic, and sing beautiful sentences through the ages. You are always so gentle, quiet, distant and don't go with the flow. You carved the truth on the mountain, and let Qingshan show its beauty!
You are at sea, holding the stars all over the sky, the tide gradually calms down under your touch, and the foaming at the mouth disappears. The vast territory of the sea is like a green gem embedded in the earth's crust. Under your arm, the ice disappeared. With your broad mind, you let the sea contain thousands of rivers and streams. When Lin Zexu saw this fairyland, he couldn't help but read: "All rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance; The wall stands thousands of miles, and there is no desire. " You left the truth in the sea and made the sea wider!
You are in our hearts, supporting the shade of the soul and sprinkling the shade of life. The geese flying south in autumn took away hope, so you made us wait for dawn and hope. You quietly let the flowers bloom, let the trees sprout, and let everything flourish gradually. Your tolerance and wisdom are all over your heart.
In fact, you have been in the depths of my soul. I believe in you, I follow you, and you grow with me. Because you are here, nothing will wither, nothing will die, and nothing will be bad.
You look down from the white clouds, you call in the green hills, you ripple in the sea, and you will always stay in my heart. ...
Please remember that a person's heart will always need you, spring!
A girl who believes in you and follows you!
spring
Spring is like a beautiful fairy in a fairy tale. She travels around the world, delivering the news of spring all the way. Wherever she goes, the ice and snow will melt, the trees will sprout, the flowers will open, the hibernating animals will open their sleepy eyes ... The road she has walked has become a colorful road, and even the willows have green willow leaves, just like the flowing hair of a spring girl.
Grass wakes up from a deep sleep, and they break out of the ground and spread their green leaves.
Spring girl came to the grass and scattered a group of wild flowers on the fluffy green carpet, red, white, pink, blue, purple, white in red, white in blue, and half pink, half white, half blue and half red ... piece by piece, so symmetrical and harmonious, just like the cloth dyed by a skilled spring girl, it is simply wonderful. I admire Miss Chun for having such magical power and creating such wonderful nature.
Ah, the winter jasmine is in bloom. Although they are not as charming as roses, as generous as peonies, and even less set off by green leaves, they are as golden as the sun, small and exquisite, emitting a faint fragrance and containing the breath of spring.
The spring breeze blows the willows, the breeze blows the face, and with the bursts of spring breeze, the geese flying back from the south are ushered in. They flapped their wings, arranged in zigzag for a while, and arranged in herringbone for a while ... constantly changing the opposite shape and making a song, as if singing for spring.
spring
Spring is not as enthusiastic as summer, nor as fruitful as autumn, giving people the joy of harvest, nor as crystal clear as winter, but spring is gentle and intoxicating. I love you, Spring!
spring
When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
You see, every life has its own specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether conspicuous or inconspicuous, we must follow that particular.
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.
spring
I once thought that compared with hot summer, cold winter and late autumn, only spring is the most beautiful, because only in the scenery of spring can we see the vitality of life.
However, on the way in spring, what I see is mostly mud and wind and rain, and life seems so fragile and helpless. And every time I wait for the bud to bloom, my hand is still stroking the pain of cutting residual leaves in winter. A pair of tearful eyes longing for spring are always accidentally burned by the dazzling light of spring.
Trekking in the days of dressing up, although the green everywhere has covered up yesterday's desolation, I still saw the shadow of winter in the budding life of spring-the original bitter winter has been living in my heart!
Now I'm used to looking for the shadow of winter among all things revived in spring with a pious heart. Occasionally, there is a winding path leading to a secluded spot, and broken walls's eyes feel that this scene is not a dream. It is real, just like the hair on my head. It's a real thing in my hand, and it's a landscape of my own.
I also began to get used to drinking a pot of desolation alone on a rainy night in spring and savoring the passionate feelings only in winter. I like listening to songs, but I often don't accept the warm, prosperous, noisy and too explicit lyrics. I am used to choosing a song that is slightly sad, melancholy and wordless. Just in this rustling sound like my heart, let my sensitive and fragile heart enjoy a moment of warmth.
Sitting in the bustling spring, I just concentrate on pruning the sprawling branches and leaves and calmly stick to the simplicity of winter.
Day after day, year after year. Suddenly, one winter night, the fertile soil in the dream actually sprouted into a fragrant orchid! In my clumsy palm, I found a fruit that only belongs to spring-it is the fruit of spring in winter!
Raise your hand and push the window. It turns out that my spring has long been hidden in a few unpolished dust particles on the windowsill, and a new green leaf has inadvertently grown. It is sticking its head out and smiling at me, and the delicate branches and leaves are dancing in the wind!
What a lively and ethereal landscape, so full of endless temptations!
Suddenly want to say "how kind of you" to 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. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi wrote a poem: "The 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 are flying 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?
Spring, you have finally come!
You came lightly with life and hope. You jumped over mountains, flew over rivers, and walked all the way. You have worked hard! But you can't rest for a moment. You can't wait to jump on the plains and mountains ... wherever you go, you are full of vitality and vigor.
That cold love still exists, but there is no lack of warm early spring breeze. It was she who woke up the earth soberly, opened her sleepy eyes happily, and countless lives woke up. Spring breeze is the messenger of spring.
I like the continuous spring rain. It is she who awakens the grass, moistens the poplars and blooms the primroses, telling mankind that spring is coming. The grass sneaked out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow shook its waist drum and danced with the wind. After the spring rain, the humid air mixed with the fragrance of the earth, and the warm spring breeze blew head-on. Spring rain is the cultivator of life!
Love the birds in spring, love all lovely creatures full of vitality, especially the lovely swallows. I often look for them on the steel wire, because they are like small and exquisite notes on the staff, playing the first movement of spring with the cry of "chirp"
Every spring, in my hometown, I will walk on a high hillside, looking at the rushing spring water in the river, looking at the green jungle on the other side and the village completely submerged in peach blossoms. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, I breathe the fresh breath of spring and feel the beating pulse of spring. Ah! Such a vibrant spring!
Ah! Spring makes the earth look brand new. Spring is called all love, which brings joy and hope to mankind and urges us to make progress.
Spring often makes me think. People always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and our children are also called "Spring of the Motherland".
We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.
I'm looking forward to it. I'm finally looking forward to it. Spring is finally here!
She came lightly with life and hope. She walked all the way over mountains and rivers. She has worked hard! But she can't stop for a moment, so she can't wait to pounce on mountains, rivers and plains ... wherever she goes, there is unparalleled vitality.
I like the cold but warm early spring breeze. It is it that gently awakens the earth, and the earth that has slept for a winter happily opens its sleepy eyes. Then, the seeds of hope are sown. Spring breeze is the messenger of life.
I like the continuous spring rain. It is it that awakens the grass, moistens the willows and blooms the primrose, telling us that spring has come. The grass came out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow swaying waist, dancing with the wind; Primula shouted, "Good spring, tick, tick."
After the rain, the humid air mixed with the fragrance of the earth, and the harmonious wind came on. Therefore, the spring rain is the cultivator of life!
I like the chirping of birds and frogs in spring, and I also like all lovely and energetic creatures, especially the lovely swallows. I often look for them online. They are like delicate notes on the staff, playing the first movement of spring with the cry of "chirping".
Every time I come to Songhua River in spring, I walk on the high bank of Songhua River and the rushing spring water of Wangjiang, looking at the green jungle on the other side, breathing the incomparable refreshing breath of spring and feeling the violent pulse of spring. Ah, it's so comfortable!
Look again, over the beach of Sun Island, the kite fluttered, and the spring breeze sent it high and far, without legs or hands, and gradually melted into the light blue sky.
Spring often makes me think: people always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and our children are also called "the spring of the motherland".
We are the life and hope of our motherland.