Spring is beautiful ... Spring is a beautiful season, a well-known season and a poetic season. Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the Garden of Ancient Poems and Poems, I saw eye-catching poems about spring, which were colorful and dazzling. I picked a few at random, read them slowly, and before I knew it, I was intoxicated and forgot everything.
Spring is so real: the bamboos at the top of the mountain and in the Yuan Ye are elegant and delicate, like the whistle of the wind. At the edge of the gurgling stream by the lake, bamboo shoots grow in the vegetable beds, which are full of vitality and fascinating, whether it is peony blooming between flower beds, wisteria flourishing on rocks, wicker swaying beside barriers, or fallen leaves dancing in the wind in the fields. The sea in the distance is magnificent. Walking in nature is a kind of mood, a kind of mood travel, a kind of mood ... I walk in nature, and spring is the most beautiful, like a painting, full of poetry.
Spring is really good: on the top of the mountain, there is no noise, and a towering tree goes straight into the sky; The white clouds on the horizon are changing rapidly, as quiet as the vast universe; Under the clear sky, the bloated pupa broke out of the cocoon and gave birth to colorful butterflies lightly. The vitality of the grass, a few pairs of lively and smart, small and exquisite swallows flying from the south, the green leaves, the vitality of animals and colorful flowers all come together like a market, forming a colorful spring!
Spring, that's nice. In the courtyard after the rain, the morning fog is thin, the blue tiles are crystal clear, and the spring is bright; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. Close shot and prospect, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, casually touched, uneven. There is a fresh and graceful charm, which is very attractive.
Spring is really good: standing on the outskirts of Yuan Ye, the grass is growing, the deep and shallow green has been extended to the distant horizon, endless melancholy, like the dark clouds on the horizon, changing rapidly, as lonely as the vast universe; In the cloudless sky of Wan Li, the sea that feeds hundreds of fish is roaring; Under the banner of the five-star red flag, people look up at the sky and pray for a better future; The frozen glaciers melted, and fish poured out from the depths of the raging sea like a flood. Turtles hesitate to leave the nostalgic sea and lay eggs in places where few people set foot; Swallows regret not coming to the south to build their nests earlier.
Spring is really nice. The footsteps of spring have gone through every corner of the earth. She touched the earth with her kindness, selflessness and kindness. She decorated the earth into a green blanket with her charm. She used her magic to make people enjoy this colorful season.
Spring, that's nice. Inadvertently, a drizzle cast a layer of green on the distant mountain. The wind blew gently, as if it had awakened the willow tips by the river affectionately. The grass in the vestibule has quietly poked its head out, and the rape flowers on the edge of the field can't wait to show yellow buds.
A bright yellow spring, eye-catching, is a ray of spring scenery; A brilliant cauliflower, generous and dripping, is a spring song; A sunny, warm and harmonious day is a poem of spring ... We believe that spring will always be in people's hearts!
The famous essay on spring 2 entered the spring with surging joy and felt warm in the embrace of spring. No matter how cold it is in winter or how severe the frost is, when spring comes, all the ice will melt. In this budding feeling, my thoughts will flow with the spring breeze and my mood will drift with the spring rain. It's hard to control it, you can only let it go.
Spring is a kind of awakening, and it can show off all the vitality. This vitality is not blunt, but spiritual, soft melody, intoxicating. The music in spring is beautiful and affectionate, harmonious and warm, and even raising your hand and looking far away will be a feeling. A ray of warm sunshine, a bunch of smiling welcome flowers, a bright green willow branch, a purplish rose and a group of beaming birds will all become the most beautiful notes in spring.
Spring breeze, like a graceful woman's dexterous and slender fingers, is gentle and gentle, slowly and gently, and plays a beautiful and clear movement in the sunshine, buds and flowers. Those lively sparrows, larks, magpies and some nameless birds stood on the branches early in the morning, singing loudly, as if they were holding a concert. When the sun shines on the roofs, streets and willows swaying in the wind, birds sing the beauty of the whole spring.
In people's minds, there is also the shadow of spring. Both adults and children have happy smiles on their faces and light and cheerful steps. Even between raising your hand and stretching your arm, you can show confidence and calmness. Girls can't resist the temptation of spring. They hastily put on winter clothes and fashionable floral skirts, adding a beautiful scenery to the streets in spring.
It rained last night. It was the first rain in spring, and the rain began to fall, like the shy eyelashes of a girl of seventeen or eighteen, quietly falling in the gentle wind. It is this rain of the soul that really makes me feel the true meaning of spring rain as expensive as oil. This gentle rain makes the noisy city quiet and the dust of the years indifferent. The falling rain sounds like tender love words in a dream, expelling the cold at night, awakening the sleeping soul, purifying the sky and broadening our horizons. ...
The rain came and went gently, but it left more elegance. The branches of daffodils and Chinese rose on the windowsill have sprouted. In the flower beds on both sides of the street, golden primrose blooms with a sunrise smile. Last night, the gentle wind blew gently, and the delicate rain fell gently, washing the dim street lamp spotless. Wicker leaves spread evenly and long, swaying in the wind, just like a confused woman on a dressing table, stroking her long black hair in front of the mirror. Everything is bright under the sunshine, and I feel the spring in joy. The delicate red, attractive green, gorgeous yellow and buds everywhere I saw reminded me of the skin of a newborn baby.
In this warm season, listen to the call of spring quietly and enjoy the beauty and warmth that spring brings to the world. Spring is soft wind and affectionate rain, shy eyes and hearty laughter. Spring is the prospect of the future, a bright future, a foreseeable future and a brilliant life. Perhaps not, spring is selfless affection, such as parents' care, and warm love!
When the first ray of sunshine shines into the window in the morning, how warm and comfortable it is, spring is coming.
Green, green, all green. From a distance, all the original yellow disappeared in the recession and was replaced by endless green. Trees and grass are green. How can a word "green" be used in thick green, light green, dark green and bright green? Sometimes, I really want to jump alone. It's so comfortable, but I'm afraid I'll crush new things and run away with vitality and vitality.
Shake, shake, shake. The Buddha statue rises in the spring breeze, and the winter jasmine nods to welcome the spring breeze. First, it showed its gorgeous yellow, and a few days later, it was full of yellow flowers. Then there is the opportunity for peaches and plums to compete for fragrance. I love peach blossoms more. The peach blossom that once attracted bees gave me a love affair between peach blossom and bees. Peach blossoms bloom, how can I not love? Finally, dandelion, her head is covered with tufts of furry things.
"Hope" is supported by the mother's limbs, and there is always a feeling of flying away. Time and time again, it was almost taken away by the wind. Underground, their mother smiled with relief.
Come, come, here comes the bird. After spending a winter in other places, the birds began to miss home. After coming back, everyone flew back to their hometown and experienced the unique spring in their hometown and everything in the unique spring.
Very long, very long, very long. Willow sprouts first, yellowish and grows slowly. All kinds of flowers have big buds. Although it's early spring and the flowers haven't opened yet, all kinds of flowers and bones will feast your eyes. The children on the ground began to grow. Whether in the city or in the countryside, children are going out for activities, showing their youthful vitality. At the same time, they are also growing.
Play up, play up, the movement goes up, the movement of the four seasons plays up again, and the curtain is opened by spring. It plays a different feeling, it plays the real spring.
Spring-in fact, it can't be written. Even if it is written, it is not so complete. Spring is so unique and so real. Let's step into the real spring in a poem.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.