There are also spring lyric prose articles in Gobi Desert 1. It's mid-April. I don't know if it's God's preference or forgetting, but the spring rain won't fall. When I passed through the Gobi Desert in the afternoon, it was desolate everywhere, but I was a little happy. The endless Gobi Desert is littered with low and yellow absinthe and dry thorns. Although it is still the color of winter, sporadic camel thorns stubbornly show a little green. Although it needs to be searched very carefully on this vast Gobi desert, it still illuminates the barren Gobi. Although it is not green yet, spring has come.
Those green promises make me very happy. I miss you again. Although I can't give you the warmth of flowers and the comfort of clear water and green trees, I still want to give you our spring and let you see the happiness of life. Just like the spring scenery in the Gobi, it can moisten this dry wasteland bit by bit. Perhaps, my love for you is a little monotonous, like this camel thorn, which can't make you intoxicated and bloom, but you should find that my love is tenacious; Perhaps, the warmth I give you is a little short-lived, like intermittent starlight, which makes your winter too long, but you should know that I am still strong. In our spring, although there are too many illusions I described, the real green still sprouts and blooms in this spring.
The desolation and vastness of Gobi make me feel powerless, but who can stop the arrival of spring? Grass cannot be green; Flowers can't be red in Gobi; However, love will always sprout. Meeting you is like walking into spring, and you can't escape from this cycle. If you love, no one can be the master of your heart. I think of you when I am drunk. If it weren't for your temptation, where would I suffer from lovesickness? How do I know you love me so much if I don't have the urge to drink? Although the world is big, where can my heart be hidden?
I know you missed me all night, too, and kept some feelings in your heart. Although you have never said anything to me, I know you love me. Perhaps, love does not exist in this three-dimensional world, and is not restricted by the rules of this material world. My body and mind can't restrict me from thinking about you. Perhaps, sadness is just the horizon to maintain the body and soul, let love cross-link with this material world at night, and sweet our joy between lovesickness and dreams; However, I don't want love to be ignited in winter helplessness. I don't want this sadness to accompany your loneliness at night. I want to give you a spring and let you sing to your heart's content. Music always plays the music of love. I miss you, and I always want to fade away your sorrow for me. I have always loved you.
In the eyes of spring, there is a joy that I miss you. Miss you, in the spring, there is a touch of sadness, there is deep joy, stay in our hearts, stay in our memories. We are recalling that our story, like the melody of "The Beauty of Spring", is not you and me, but us, which are inseparable and integrated. Your thoughts and my desire blend in this spring, which is our spring.
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. After a long journey, we came to the Gobi Desert at the hottest time of the sun. Gobi desert is like an eagle, spreading its wings, flying to the vast blue sky and soaring freely in the sky.
In my impression, the Gobi desert is a big desert, but when I came here, it was not like this. Gobi desert consists of gravel and coarse sand. On the hot Gobi desert, time seems to stand still. Gradually, the farther we go, the higher the temperature, and the heat wave comes in like a flood and surrounds us. On the deserted Gobi desert, there is a magical phenomenon-a mirage. Look! A mirage appeared in the distance, and high-rise buildings, cattle and sheep, cars and highways appeared under the heat wave. Give people the illusion of a prosperous city.
At this time, dark clouds are gathering in the east. A gust of wind swept in, and suddenly, it seemed to be blocked by a black cloth. The weather is opaque and windy, accompanied by raindrops as big as sand and beans. It sounds like Malik's pentium and brotherhood of the wolf. Heavy rain trickled down from the dark clouds. Suddenly the temperature plummeted and it felt like winter. There is a proverb that says well, "There is wind in Gobi. From spring to winter, the wind blows stones and runs away, wearing fur coats all year round." That's true!
In a blink of an eye, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, the sun showed a lovely smile, the Gobi Desert returned to its usual tranquility, and everything disappeared without a trace. Without the previous roar, just like a child's bright smiling face.
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. 3 o'clock, pointing to zero, but not sleepy at all. I just got up and got out of bed, opened the curtains and looked out of the window. Pale moonlight is thick and light, like a dream, and seems to wander in a dreamland. This lonely night of meditation filled me with infinite nostalgia.
The window where I live faces the castle peak, and the Gobi Desert is at the foot of the castle peak. I stand on the balcony from time to time, overlooking the green hills and the Gobi desert in the embrace of green hills. My soul will always be bound by the Gobi Desert.
At this time, the earth was silent, and my heart was full of faint sadness. At the moment, in the bleak night, the tall building across the street only shows a vague outline, and there are only a few street lamps in the community, like sleepy children, unwilling to open their tired eyes. The castle peak in the distance is only a dim silhouette in the darkness, and the Gobi Desert at the foot of the mountain can only be a small ink spot in the silhouette.
The wind in early spring still carries a threatening chill, and the cold wind just squeezes into the room through the window gap, which makes me feel a heartbreaking cold. I wrapped my clothes tightly and became more conscious. A meteor flashed in front of my eyes, drifted in the direction of the Gobi Desert and disappeared in an instant. In an instant, an unspeakable sadness struck my heart.
I seem to see that in the depths of the desert with mysterious sparks, fine and soft sand grains are rolled up and floated down by the wind, but they are just squeezed together to form a long serpentine sand dune, which flows forward and then retreats with the wind, but they just don't want to drift away with the wind. Because the Gobi Desert is their home, no matter how barren, desolate and lonely the desert is, they will never abandon their home. Those seabuckthorn and all kinds of weeds rooted in the dense desert, covered with dust, kept trembling in the bleak wind, and the wind blew from the opposite valley, occasionally making a "gurgling" sound, which made people feel terrible. Only graves made of sand and gravel slept in the arms of the desert without any worries.
The endless Gobi desert is not only desolate. Every spring, strong winds roll up yellow sand and pervade the city where I live. Nothing in nature can stop the violent dust flying all over the sky.
However, in the last century, the Gobi Desert, with a bad environment, took on the heavy responsibility, and the government departments built cemeteries in its arms. Those foreigners who work and live in the local area will come to the end of their lives and never return to their original places. The Gobi Desert has become the home of their lives.
Some people lament that if you can't go back to your hometown alive, you will have to be a ghost when you die. What a pity! The empty Gobi desert has a new landscape, that is, one tomb after another that is constantly piled up.
The years are silent, and the old people who have walked one life after another are sent to the grave in front of their relatives in the sound of suona. When my father saw such a scene, he either shook his head or sighed, always lost in deep thought. ...
I can understand my father's feelings. People always have a lot of sad and irreparable regrets in their twilight years. As we are locals, we don't worry about where our parents will be buried after their death. In the ancestral grave of our hometown, the position of parents has long been arranged. But what we didn't expect was that my father was repeatedly told to repeat his thoughts during his serious illness in hospital. If you die, you won't go to your hometown's ancestral grave, but to the Gobi Desert!
My uncles can't accept my father's decision. They advised my father to sleep in the ancestral grave and have the company of his ancestors. But his father's reason is more sufficient. He/Kloc-ran away from home at the age of 0/8, and his home was just a dream in his heart. From the moment he put on his military uniform to the moment his grandfather forced him to take it off, he has dedicated his life to the organization he believes in; He has experienced the ups and downs of life and has been washed away by the wind, frost, rain and snow in the world.
In the graves of the Gobi Desert, they are their colleagues and friends in trouble. Sleeping on the Gobi desert, leaving the noisy downtown, losing the fame and fortune in the world, people's insidious greed, unwarranted suspicions and disputes between brothers in the family. In this vast world, there is no hypocrisy, no fatigue and no worries. They get together, talk freely about the changes of the world, vent their grievances at will, and talk to each other about the grievances accumulated in their hearts.
We obey our father's wishes and respect his principle of always being human. After he died, we buried him in the Gobi desert. But the stubborn sister cried her eyes out, and she couldn't understand why her father buried herself on the beach. On the desolate Gobi desert, birds don't rest, animals make a detour, and the piled graves will be buried by sand in a few years. Who wants to bury his mother's body in an abandoned desert?
However, no one can change the established facts. When we buried our father, my cousin opened black soil and a plastic bucket of water from his hometown and brought some grass seeds. Yellow sand mixed with soil and sown with grass seeds. Water and sand are soaked together, nourishing the thirsty sand on the grave bag. We beat the broken soil with our hands over and over again and scattered handfuls of sand on the top of the tomb bag. Although the grave bag is connected to the grave bag and the tombstone is next to the tombstone, I still lie in front of my father's grave and don't want to get up. I can't bear to leave my father. I'm afraid the wind in the Gobi desert will hurt his face. I'm worried that the sand in the desert will make him blind and he won't find his way home. ...
In the second year of Qingming, we went to the grave and looked from a distance. The layers of sand beams piled up by yellow sand surged like waves in the psychedelic. No matter whether it is a new grave that has just been piled up or an old grave that has passed for many years, it has not been buried by yellow sand, and it has also injected a deep, heavy and tragic feeling into the desolate desert. To our surprise, on my father's grave, several grasses emerged from the cracks in the sand, and their slender bodies swayed in the breeze, as if human arms were waving. Tears filled my eyes. I miss my father day and night. You know your children will definitely come to see you today, so you waved your arms and waited for us in the cold wind. ...
The golden sand around the cemetery spiraled up and piled up layer by layer, like a fence carefully built by someone.
Yes, this is the home that God takes care of for my father. He is selfless, honest and upright, and God has eyes!
These nights, I close my eyes and my father's figure is always shaking in front of me. His expression is still so calm and natural, still so strong and confident. Staring at the dark night, I asked heaven more than once, why did you pull up the big tree behind me and suddenly uproot it? Why did you put away that big umbrella that sheltered me from the wind and rain when I was happiest? The silent earth is silent, and the night is silent.
At night, the earth is shrouded in darkness like a cauldron, but my heart is as cold as the cold wind on a spring night.
Look up at the stars in the sky and feel that they are sending messages. They look at me for a while and the desert for a while; They are conveying the thoughts of heaven and earth and the telepathy between my father and me.
Thanks for this sleepless night, it gave me thoughts and memories.
Outside the window, dawn took off the last drowsiness left by the night with his palm. The moon shyly hid in her boudoir, and the stars quietly retreated to the depths of the sky. The opposite mountain gradually became clear, and my thoughts gradually withdrew from the Gobi Desert. Looking at the morning dew rolling on the window glass, I felt tears overflow my face. ...
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. This is the Gobi Desert, an ancient continent. The desert Gobi desert here is endless and dusty. The desert Gobi here is far away from the ocean, rain and monsoon. The desert Gobi desert here is beyond the reach of predecessors, and the latter cannot be stopped.
There is no human habitation here. It is far from the clouds, but it is close to the sun. This is the portrayal of the desert Gobi. The sun shone directly on the sand that had been built into a fortress for three days, and the ancient city wall declined, showing a strange yellow color. Countless flying sand and stones play the role of travelers here, sweeping away plunder. Dig three feet into the ground, but look up at the sky without leaking. It means that there are not thousands of characters. Loneliness is the only theme here.
Deserts and Gobi are falling into unknown secrets. Who is begging here? Who is standing here? Waiting is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Dull and heavy, sleeping in a tiny habitat on the surface of the earth, sticking out unfathomable roots under the sand, absorbing thousands of water vapor and accumulating into drops.
The bitter pursuit between ice and fire competes with scorching sun, first frost, cold wind and sandstorm to collect interest. I have forgotten the plight of the Jedi, and no one cares. This nameless wild thorn turned the yellow sand thousands of times and finally got lost.
For thousands of years, the tidal sound that has never echoed on the Gobi desert in the depths of the ancient land is so thorough and cool for the first time among the stems of this wild thorn. Freed from the distant bondage of time and space, the surging tide crossed the ocean and the lonely Gobi and broke through the barrier, so that the only flower in the desert bloomed in this small body.
On the desert Gobi desert, give ear and listen, and the tide of life is surging and echoing.
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. It takes a shell a lifetime to turn countless grains of sand into an irregular pearl. After the rain, the rainbow needs to condense countless water vapor to bloom in an instant. If these are setbacks again and again, then setbacks have made dazzling pearls and beautiful rainbows.
Bing Xin said: "The flower of success, people only admire her present brilliance!" " However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and blood of sacrifice. "If you encounter setbacks, you can still fight bravely. This kind of life is brilliant.
When Su Wu was demoted to Beihai, the sheep in Beihai bleated, as if welcoming the unyielding loyal subjects. The pain of more than ten years can be regarded as a setback, but the old shepherd never exaggerated the frustration and magnified the pain. So ten years later, Dahan's Danqing wrote his indomitable loyalty to the nation.
When Zhao Jun left the desert, the camel bell of "Ding Dong" rang again on the Silk Road. Shouldn't "the Tatar song on the Yuqin tells her eternal sadness" be a portrayal of her true state of mind? If "you don't accept painters, you will eventually fall into the trap" is counted as a setback, then it is a setback that has brought temporary peace to the Han and Hungarian people.
There is also a lyric sketch of "Spring in Gobi Desert". During the 11th holiday this year, we went to a scenic place in Ejina Banner. Under the hypnosis of the endless Gobi desert, the people in the car are sleepy. But are there really no trees that big on the Gobi Desert? I opened my eyes in a deep sleep. Like lightning through the night, my eyes lit up. I saw a Populus euphratica tree man standing in the desert. At this time, my father drove slowly. I couldn't help waking up my mother next to me. "Mom, look, what is this?" I asked. My mother blinked. "Oh, that's Hu Yangshu. It is said that Hu Yangshu lived for 3,000 years, lived for 1,000 years, died for 1,000 years, but remained immortal for 1,000 years. " I think: this tree is dead, it should have a history of two thousand years. A small river appeared before my eyes. "Look, there is a river here." I pointed to the river and said. Dad said it was called Ejina River, an inland river in the desert area of Alashan Plateau in the west of Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region. Originated in Zhangye and finally flowed into Juyanhai. I came to Populus euphratica and found the scenery here beautiful. As soon as the autumn wind blows, most of the leaves seem to turn golden yellow overnight, and it seems that all the gifts of the sun should be displayed to us through the branches and leaves. Leaves are like golden butterflies, spinning and dancing, and finally falling to the ground reluctantly; Golden yellow does not contain any impurities, so it is warm and dazzling that people dare not open their eyes to see it. There is a half-dead tree with two branches like slingshots. It takes six people to get around the trunk hand in hand, but the middle of the trunk is empty. There is a dead tree like a trash can, which has been filled with some rubbish by tourists.
There are also deadwood in different shapes. Some are like running deer, some are like fierce lions, some are like swords, and some are like naughty kittens. When I left Populus euphratica, I couldn't help looking back. The breeze blew, and Populus euphratica leaves waved a small slap to say goodbye to me, just like thousands of butterflies flapping their wings and dancing happily, some falling lightly, some playing, and some flying into the boundless sky. I love this Populus euphratica forest because it is a dedicated soldier. From birth, it will fight against sandstorms and silently dedicate its energy to nature until its death. It is worthy of our admiration and study.
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. A long time ago, Tarim was rich in products, but due to people's growing greed, this treasure land became a barren land-Gobi Desert after several battles. No living thing can survive.
Until one day, a wild goose with a few seeds in its mouth dropped two seeds when flying over the Gobi desert.
Although the two seeds are similar in appearance, they are different in character. One is born with a bad temper and always complains that the sun is too poisonous. It's too hot next door, and there is no water source. After a few days, it was a little dry and dead. Another seed is very persistent and has been silently saying, "I want to live, and I will definitely live!" " "It kept rooting down, tried its best to suck in every drop of water, and after a few years, it finally grew into a Populus euphratica. composition
The stars move, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. There is already a large area of Populus euphratica forest on the Gobi Desert, and the first Populus euphratica was naturally elected as the patriarch, leading future generations to make selfless contributions to greening the Gobi Desert.
However, with the migration of human beings, those greedy people began to think of Populus euphratica and cut down a lot of Hu Yangshu. But the determined Populus euphratica endured, believing that someone would stop this destruction of nature.
Finally, one day, scientists began to pay attention to the survival of Populus euphratica and called on human beings to protect green and the natural environment on which human beings depend! Another group of people came to the Gobi desert. This time they didn't come to cut down trees, but to plant trees.
Hu Yang smiled, and people finally began to know how to save natural resources.
I laughed too. People are finally not greedy!
I hope this is not just a fairy tale, but also a reality!
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. My hometown is in Karamay. Although it has no dense forests and vast grasslands, it can have a unique Gobi desert.
In the early morning, the fog cast a mysterious veil over the Gobi Desert. After a night's sleep, Populus euphratica sang "Flowers", and the small and exquisite Haloxylon ammodendron showed his body covered with crystal dew. The half-asleep vole dragged his wet body out of the hole and enjoyed the humid air. Birds also opened their eyes in the dark. Only snakes and lizards who are afraid of cold are shivering in caves!
At noon, the sun rises on the wheels. The earth is like a steamer, and Populus euphratica hangs his head listlessly. Haloxylon ammodendron also hung his old bag and recalled its glory in the morning. Wild rats pass through the golden crisscross land from time to time. You can often see lizards dancing in the sand, with four small claws moving rapidly, and long and pointed claws raising sand from time to time. Birds flitted through the air, chasing flying butterflies. What a lively scene!
At dusk, the sunset glow sprinkled a golden carpet on the earth. In the sunset, the sparrow's wings are shining with golden brilliance. Dai Sheng birds also wear the "golden crown", and the already beautiful feather crown becomes more beautiful. Even the voles wore golden robes. These little animals in costumes are chirping, as if singing the hymn of Karamay.
The Gobi Desert in my hometown, you are so mysterious and interesting. You can definitely change from an unknown Gobi desert to a tourist attraction with many people.
There are also spring lyric prose in Gobi Desert. The Gobi Desert is desolate and lifeless. It has no hope and makes people feel that there is no way out.
On the contrary, flowers are beautiful and lovely. It is always so pure, noble, elegant and charming.
There is a Gobi desert in everyone's heart ...
The Gobi desert is like a boulder pressing on grass seeds, which hinders the germination and growth of grass; It is like a boulder dripping with water droplets, killing the perseverance of water droplets; It is like the coming storm, which will soon destroy the new buds; Just like the deep cliff, looking forward to the arrival of the young eagle; Like a biting cold wind, forcing Mei Ju to retreat; Like hard soil, tied with bamboo shoots to keep it from coming out; Like a burning wildfire, burning rippling weeds; Just like that abstruse math problem, it makes you groggy and can't sleep; It is like sharp words, scraping your fragile heart one knife at a time; Just like that contradiction, it hurts the friendship between the two partners; Like the bike that hurt you. ...
Our lifelong career is to make it full of flowers. ...
The grass seeds crushed by the boulder broke through the obstacles and smelled the fragrance of the world just because they had the dream of seeing the world; That little drop of water, because of its ambition of dripping water wears away the stone, has become a highly praised story; That newborn bud, watching the coming storm, is not afraid of difficulties and dangers. Only in this way will the future be tough; Facing the cliff in front of us, the young eagle bravely took the first step to fly into the blue sky; Plum blossoms in winter are not afraid of cold and winter, which is praised by people; That lovely spring bamboo shoots, because they are extremely eager to see Chunyang, broke free and won applause from others. That rippling weed, because of its indomitable will, will grow again next year; The boy who is thinking about difficult problems will succeed in the future only because he has a heart for learning. The heartbroken girl, because she thought that sentence inspired her to move forward, was strong in the future. Those two little friends, because they both resolved this contradiction, have a deep friendship in the future; The owner of that bicycle, just because he thought he could ride a bicycle well, later had the figure of flying on the flat ground; ……
There is a Gobi desert in our hearts. Our lifelong career is to make it full of flowers. ...
There are also spring lyric sketches in Gobi Desert. Although the western part of China has unique scenery, rich resources and various specialties, the educational environment there is not so good. Therefore, our province sent 3 19 teachers to Xinjiang to support the education in Xinjiang, so that our compatriots in Xinjiang can also receive a good education.
"What are red blood cells like?" In the morning class, Chen Gang, a teacher in Xinjiang, gave an extra example of the naan she bought in the morning. Looking at the naan in the teacher's hand, the students all laughed! "Red blood cells are like this! This is a round cake with a thin center and thick edges, just like the naan you eat every day. " Teacher Chen continued. The students were suddenly attracted by the metaphor of this image and listened with relish.
In fact, Mr. Chen and other aid teachers work hard when preparing lessons. Why? Because in Xinjiang, our Han people's lesson plans are useless. Idioms and allegorical sayings that can be said to Han children are not universal here! In order to make children understand, we have to use metaphors close to students; For example, we should avoid conflicts with the customs and habits of ethnic minorities.
Although sometimes embarrassed in class, Xinjiang compatriots still like to help Xinjiang teachers. Because they not only brought the new teaching building, but also brought the library with rich books. It brings not only advanced teaching equipment, but also novel teaching methods. ...
It is precisely because these teachers who aid Xinjiang have given our Xinjiang compatriots a good education that students praise these teachers as red willows on the Gobi Desert, tenacious and beautiful!
I like these teachers who help Xinjiang, because my dream is to be a teacher. When I become a real teacher, I will follow the example of these teachers who help Xinjiang, take good care of every student and complete every task conscientiously and responsibly.
If I don't become a teacher in the future, I will also spread the patriotism and selfless dedication of these teachers to my colleagues. Because they are good teachers worthy of our study!
Teachers who aid Xinjiang, you have made great contributions to the motherland and are worth learning. You are a red willow flower on the Gobi desert, pink everywhere, and the most beautiful scenery on the vast wasteland!