Spring Prose (1) The footsteps of spring have arrived, and everywhere is full of vitality. The spring breeze brings new green, the wind brings some new earthy smells, the sun kisses branches, hibernating animals open their sleepy eyes, tractors run in the fields singing Haruka, peach trees bloom with red flowers and bones, and there are too many beautiful words to describe spring. Spring is like a Chinese painting without pen and ink!
A year's plan lies in spring, and we can feel their yearning for spring in the writings of literati. It is true that spring has created too many illusions and expectations for us, and everywhere is full of vitality. However, I just turned eighteen this spring. This energetic era is also the spring of life. Faced with this double spring, I have to spend it in a hospital bed. I was going to stop self-indulgence, slacking off and working hard, but fate played a joke on me. Why me? Casting too much inner helplessness, I can't see the bamboo shoots under the ruins, the snow lotus on the iceberg, and the eagle in the snow. I just returned to my own world in an instant, putting my textbooks aside, eating snacks, watching TV, playing computer, sleeping and reading novels, all of which became my main work in this hospital bed. My parents are busy with their work and no one cares about me. Whenever they come home, I always pretend to be honest and read books there, but in fact I am thinking about touching stories, and then I am complacent and waste this wonderful time. It's really hard to turn back, like a colorful black hole, which looks spectacular, but the ghostly attraction unconsciously pulls you to the bottomless abyss. So I fell, so I fell, and what is more sad is that I know I am falling, but I have no ability to change. The power of habit is so great that I can't help it, so I gave up my last struggle and effort.
However, people who don't care will have their own bottom line, just like deep valleys will have their own valleys. Everything was like a slide. I laughed wildly all the way, and finally fell down heavily and broke my head. Perhaps people will seriously reflect on the wrong step only when they are in pain, and they will always fall and learn to walk around the road.
At this time, I walked out of the room with the light steps of Miss Chun. At this moment, I saw the tree sprouting. They are full of vigor and vitality. All kinds of wild flowers, when blowing in the breeze, will feel refreshed and intoxicated by opening their mouths and taking a deep breath. In my intoxication, I began to regret the time I wasted. So I decided to find my own spring.
I have read a book about Xu Xiake, who was an outstanding geographer in Ming Dynasty. During the thirty-four years from the age of twenty-three to fifty-six, he traveled by car, traveled across mountains and rivers, visited sixteen provinces and regions, and traveled all over China. During the investigation in the southwest, he met robbers many times, often refused food and was critically ill several times. Hard field life, climbing mountains during the day, sleeping in the wilderness at night, lighting dead branches and stems, and insisting on writing inspection records. The famous Travels of Xu Xiake was written in such an environment. This is the earliest scientific literature on limestone landforms in the world. Between the lines of Xu Xiake's travel notes, Xu Xiake's 30-year unremitting light shines. After reading Newton, the three laws discovered by the great scientist Newton are well known. But he said: "I have struggled for fifty years, and I have expressed my hardest work characteristics in one word." The word is failure. "
Now I feel that when I am away, I will find those seemingly high-sounding reasons for my cowardice, because everything is self-deception.
Eighteen-year-old spring will be my new beginning, honing my lofty perseverance of "perseverance and perseverance"!
Poverty, hardship and malice are a ruthless and selfless sieve on the road of life, allowing the strong to pass and intercepting the weak. The same is true on the road of learning. Whoever pursues the truth with tenacious perseverance and unremitting efforts will get the truth; On the contrary, if you sigh in the face of difficulties, hold back and retreat, you will eventually accomplish nothing. I should have realized this truth, but I chose eighteen!
Prose describing spring (2) On the balcony at home, I was surprised to find that my camellia was in bloom! I think maybe this tyrant is gone in winter! I ran to my father's room in ecstasy and told him that our camellia had blossomed and sprouted. I am also thinking in my heart: spring is coming as promised.
Spring is coming, spring is really coming! She is gentle, shy and reserved. There are beautiful images of spring everywhere in the garden and grass outside the window. Flowers in bud, dazzling butterflies, green Ye Er and crystal clear dew are all blooming under the leadership of Miss Chun. The sun also realized that spring came as scheduled, faded from dead gray and put on colorful clothes.
Call a friend: "Let's go to the Qing Dynasty!" Butterflies are flying, trees are smiling and birds are happy. Ah! Spring is coming! The scenery is beautiful, my heart is happy and my mood is good. Laughter played running water, and footsteps awakened the spring grass. Look at that river again. When the spring breeze blows, the river will ripple. It can be said that when the wind blows, it wrinkles a pool of spring water.
What if it rains? Where did the rain go? Don't worry! If there is no spring rain, it is like a poem without lyrics. Although the rain is small, it is the rain in Mao Mao. The grass has just been unearthed, and it caught the angel from heaven with green leaves. The spirit of this cloud fell on the leaves, forming a round, crystal clear water drop, which was sent into the mother's arms by the veins. Light rain is flying like a silver flute, telling me its heartfelt words. Occasionally, a drop of rain flies along the cheek, leaving a mark, so comfortable and so cool. Rain is so gentle, like a poem that is afraid of disturbing a quiet dream, euphemistically pleasing to the ear. The rain is flying around me, and it is also lingering in my heart, nourishing my heart.
Spring is like a poem with Kubinashi rhyme, a song without music. When everything on the earth is still asleep, they come as promised.
Prose describing spring (3) Spring, the season when everything recovers; Spring, this vibrant season. However, for a few people, they will try their best to understand spring.
Painter, use painting to solve spring.
A painter paints with a pen in his hand to understand spring. Some of their paintings are full of the breath of spring, some are slightly chilly, and some are just slightly green in the ice and snow, and their understanding of spring is completely different.
Paintings full of spring understand the beauty of spring and have admiration for it. Paintings with a slight chill understand spring like a brave person, driving away the cold and disharmony for mankind and bringing warmth and harmony. If there is a chill in the ice and snow, it seems that you are complaining about the slowness of spring before you understand that spring is not in place. This is the painter's understanding of spring.
Writer, explain spring with articles.
Writers have different shapes and colors in their works. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" said that "everything wakes up like a dream, and everyone likes to open their eyes. The mountains are moist, the water rises, and the sun is blushing. " Spring is like a creator, reviving everything in the world. Finally, compare spring to a newly born doll, a beautifully dressed girl and a strong young man.
A doll is like a beginning. With a good start, everything will be smooth. Girls, like beauty, everything is beautiful to be happy; Youth, like leaders, have goals only with leaders.
Me, solve spring with my heart.
Painters use pictures to explain spring, and writers use articles to explain spring. And I, an ordinary student, use psychology to solve the extraordinary spring. Looking up at the sky, it flows through a black arc. Oh, it is a swallow; Looking down at the earth, it is green. Oh, grass. Looking into the distance, I saw the figure of spring, leaving grass and swallows, and of course life.
Anyway, the solution of spring is illogical, but it can still make Xiumei pout and lock a touch of sadness.
Spring Prose (4) In spring, when the weather is fine, you should go for a walk outside. So, I walked around. Maybe some concerts are better. Take out your mobile phone, plug in headphones, turn on the music and play the melody, so the heart watching the scenery hears different spring flowers again.
I stopped and walked straight ahead. I saw that the river behind the house began to flow continuously after melting ice, as if I saw the soft clock painted by Dali in the river, which was gone forever. Try to stay, but slip through your fingers. On the contrary, the water in early spring makes your fingertips cold. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of time flowing away. As if the sound of an ancient clock came from far away, "dang-dang-dang-"was ticking time. Then, I stared at the flowing water quietly, feeling that I was looking at more than just sparkling water.
Stop-and-go, I stopped on a path. The path behind Chu Qing still has traces of being moistened by rain. After washing away all the dust, it is clear. Through the soles of canvas shoes, I feel the strange enjoyment brought by pebbles in diameter, and suddenly I have an impulse to take off my shoes and socks. Then, I really did it. Some are very painful, some are very cold, and some wet mud is greasy through the fingers of the feet. I can't tell you how comfortable it is, but I can't help giggling alone when I look at my bare feet.
Many flowers were planted along the path. Camellia, plum blossom, winter jasmine. There are others that can't be named. These flowers are in full bloom. Perhaps, as Xi Murong said, blossoming is the hope of their past lives, which is why they have to be so meticulous to create a tree! Still can't help but feel happy and pick a bunch of colorful flowers. I don't know if this is satisfaction or disappointment for them.
Holding that bunch of colorful flowers, I continued to follow the footsteps of spring, and finally I didn't even know where to stay. I saw the narrow asphalt road and the fir trees winding all the way to the front row, much like the scenery that can only be seen in dreams. If we listen to Schubert's serenade again, I'm afraid there will be a beautiful spring facing the sea.
I don't know when it began to rain again in the clear sky. The rain soaked the fiber and wet the clothes, which has a growing trend. I just remembered that spring days should not be trusted. One second it was sunny, and the next it might rain in Mao Mao. It's time to run home, but just before running, I remembered a report I read before. According to the experiment, walking in rainy days gets as much rain as running, so I gave up the idea of running. Follow the trace of coming, take your time, and continue to walk around everywhere.
In spring, when the weather is fine, you should go out for a walk.