Spring Prose in April in Northern Xinjiang

(1) Anyone who has been to Xinjiang knows that the real spring in northern Xinjiang is in April.

The warm sunshine in April touched the earth heartily. In the chest of the surging spring tide, the warm wind gently swelled the shallow smiling face of the grass, the wild flowers quietly greeted the sunshine, and generate expressed fragrant thoughts. In the silence, the willow seems to be unable to hold back its branches and grow green leaves. Xinglin silently dyed the hillside red, like a beautiful Xiayun, showing gorgeous colors. The green grass on the edge of the ground sets off a thick green meaning, which is as overwhelming as water. It has crossed the ridge of the small canal, and it may be green all over the earth in a few days.

The freshness of green wind is exciting, and the smell of grass is everywhere in the air, which makes people look very happy. Spring has quickened its pace, and the spring breeze seems to have grown wings. In a few days, it has been green all over the vast land of northern Xinjiang. The grass that stuck to the ground yesterday has been covered with green today. Yesterday, the willows by the river were covered with green leaves. Today, it sends out goose yellow catkins, like a tree full of golden flowers. Yesterday was as small as a soybean, today is as big as a copper coin, and it is delicious and attractive to hang on a branch.

I like this April in northern Xinjiang, where the vitality of spring is flowing everywhere. Green Woods, colorful orchards, clear rivers, busy people, lush green fields, neat fertile fields and silver distant mountains are combined into a beautiful picture, and different colors are changing before my eyes. The spring breeze gently dances the green sleeves, and the green hope is flying everywhere. In the blue sky, spring expresses good wishes with white clouds.

In a thousand acres of land, the high-power seeder is like a boat sailing in the sea, leaving several ridges covered with white film, like waves. Those well-sown fields and ridges of film are really like waves in the sea. If you look down from the sky, those covered plots are like pieces of manuscript paper lying on the ground, and the lines are really straight! I often think that these people who work in the fields are creating their own articles. Those green winds gave them inspiration and passion. Spring rain has injected vitality into their lines, and spring has made them make the best and most beautiful articles.

In a busy small village, it seems to be a lively little stage. The big horn in the village sounded before dawn, and then the roar of locomotives and the noisy barking of dogs made people's voices resound throughout the village. When the dawn on the horizon danced with the smoke in the sky, cars and people appeared on the dirt roads in the countryside. When a touch of Xia Hong rose from the east, the locomotive had been sown in the field for several times. Looking at the red sun rising in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, people's smiling faces are reflected in the glow, as touching as wild flowers in the fields in early spring.

In April, there is a strong spring in northern Xinjiang, and spring spreads a strong spring in people's hearts. Those green trees, like loyal guardians of spring, silently guard the green Yuan Ye, and let Feng Chun spread his green joy all over the land of northern Xinjiang. Those wild flowers that bloom wantonly in the fields are rendered into pink apricot flowers and snow-white chestnut flowers in the orchard, just like the most beautiful clothes in spring, constantly changing their beautiful postures for spring. The clear river, like the happiest singer in spring, sings the praises of spring all the way and rushes to the distance.

I was bathed in the spring breeze, and with the late spring in April in northern Xinjiang, my heart flew all over northern Xinjiang like clouds. Green and vibrant fields fascinate me. That ever-changing town makes me proud. That brand-new town makes me happy again. I think: with the strong spring in April, the spring in this oasis in northern Xinjiang will be more exciting.

(2) Accustomed to staying on the farm, I like this April spring more and more.

When April comes every year, the spring breeze becomes gentle and considerate. Like a mother's warm hand, gently stroking people's faces, that kind of comfort makes people feel warm. If there is a sweet wind in my heart, I feel a little drunk. The spring breeze gently brushed the oasis, whispering like a whisper. The sharp corners of the green leaves on willow branches emerged, the flowers of chestnut trees were as white as snow, alfalfa grass was covered with green leaves, the pink flowers of apricot trees were shyly covered with branches, and even the songs of birds became sweet.

In the field, the roar of machines and people's laughter meet together, like a prelude to spring, echoing in the oasis. Elaeagnus angustifolia forest seems to have just woken up from a deep sleep and nodded sleepily. The beautiful image of Liu Qing is like a graceful girl, waving her arms and dancing gently with the music. The grass listened attentively and danced to the beat. Bees hum sweet love songs and wander in the stamens. It seems that the blue sky is bluer and the white clouds are whiter, as if the spring breeze has brushed them.

I like this fresh, natural and green meta-leaf. I like the beautiful scenery with spring flowers and colorful flowers. I like flowers and birds, and the trees are dyed green. I like this green and hazy, extensive and profound land. I like this warm and warm season, which spreads hope. I prefer this effort, the unknown soldier. Under their dedication, thousands of miles of desert have become oases. Now, looking at the fertile land in the northern Xinjiang reclamation area, with green trees and forests, fertile land in Wan Li, and new farms and towns everywhere, who doesn't applaud the corps people here?

The spring breeze gently dances the willow branches, as naughty as a child. The striking tender green is so fresh that it makes people feel fresh and pleasing to the eye. I stood under the willow tree and thought silently: these big willows, which both of us can't hold, were planted by the corps of the older generation. I heard that when planting this military reclamation forest, those energetic and ambitious young soldiers watered the saplings with water on their shoulders. Many soldiers walked back and forth for several miles, and their shoulders were swollen. Now these lush trees are still full of youthful vitality, which may be the best reward for them!

There was a strong fragrance of flowers in the orchard ahead, and I smelled it and left. Early flowering elm flowers surround the garden and are covered with branches like fluffy flocs. The garden is full of apricot blossoms, and the pink buds really taste of plum blossoms. Chestnut trees are densely covered with flowers. At first glance, white flowers really look like miniature pears. The spring breeze moved gently in the forest, causing bees to fly away from their stamens angrily. Flowers seem to understand the language of the wind and tremble gently, as if they have a thousand words to say to the wind.

I am deeply intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, but my thoughts fly far away. I remember when I was a child, every company had an orchard. Specially planted, in those hard years, the fruit was rich and delicious. Mainly apples, pears, apricots, grapes and so on. Every autumn, when the fruit comes down, it is distributed to the employees of the company as a welfare. However, this warm orchard is a paradise for our children. As the fruit was not ripe, we watched the gardener be away and sneaked in to eat the fruit until we finished eating. I still remember those thrilling games of playing hide-and-seek with the gardeners.

The spring breeze gently called me back with a few birdsongs, and I walked out of the orchard. The air is filled with faint floral fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. There is also a thick grass fragrance, which permeates the fields and floats in the spring breeze with the laughter of people next to the seeder. I can't help feeling deeply when I look at the busy scene of spring sowing. Today's new agricultural technology is really closely related to the family. Look! Those high-standard farmland facilities and water-saving drip irrigation technology are all the most advanced! All the dreams of the older generation of corps people in the past have come true today. That clean and tidy farm town, with wide streets, many buildings and beautiful trees, is a witness.

I walked back quickly, and the spring breeze in April blew the green earth and the branches of the green forest. I think there seems to be a spirit flowing in this spring breeze, that is, the spirit of silent dedication of the Corps. Like the spring breeze in April, this spirit flies in this magical land, dyeing the hearts of people in reclamation areas and greening the spring of oasis after oasis.

The spring breeze in April is full of green branches, and the tree of hope in my heart is as green as a willow in the field.