The first article: the color of early spring: spring is beautiful, and the tender green bud tree is alive and kicking, growing on the gray branches, green, fresh and clear, so that the gray world can meet the vitality and leap of spring and prepare for a lasting life.
The morning glory by the window is bright and pale, reflecting its existence in clusters of clear and hazy yellow and khaki flowers, adding luster to the world.
People are always ready to welcome the arrival of spring and its richness and joy. It seems that they can't wait, but they are also used to changing clothes safely, working step by step while waiting, grasping their feelings and showing their laying, exhibition and jumping. Personality goes with feelings, which is a bit far-fetched. The arrangement of the masses has become a procedure and a trend. You can't grasp it well when it is hidden and present. It is lonely and gloomy, but it seems tasteless and fresh, lifeless and full of vitality. Even the heart is mixed with heavy or light stimulation ripples, which depends on personal preference and calmness.
If I am only the weight of a leaf, then I want to be the one facing the sky. When the sun shines, I can see the sky and the earth. The important thing is not to be crushed and finally regret your short life, swaying and drifting; In fact, I'm just panting, hoping that there may not be any subtle wind blowing gently on me. At least it has two worlds completely different from the root, and the difference in feeling is equally wonderful, although it is also subtle.
Once upon a time a tree was very thick; A person's freedom; The river is majestic, roaring and rolling, which is often the inner cleansing! -with the calmness of the tree, it is indifferent; With triviality, lightness and compassion of falling leaves; There have also been people's comfortable and logical fantasies and intoxications. ...
In spring, everything has a beginning of life: people imagine a vibrant spring and a good beginning and end of life. At least in this year, the four seasons go back and forth, winter goes to spring, and summer goes to Qiu Lai. Until life sprouts, we are ready to move forward (or stop to enjoy flowers or feast for the eyes): either light and graceful, or brisk, or hurried, full of joy.
In this spring, I picked up my whole piece and bits and pieces, left and right, muddled along, pieced together and assembled pieces, and interpreted what I thought should exist sporadically, selflessly, truly, affectionately and Mu Na. I don't know if it is weak or swaying, but it is obviously empty, and the sky is full of empty falls. Even if it has bright colors and actual content, it has nothing to do with my truth.
My inner position reminds me of the beauty of spring for the first time. Often the thickness of the whole block makes me feel that it has blocked the smooth progress of my life, which may also be real wealth; Respect for life and respect for people should have a complete process. With the existence of individuals (sex), they come to this world equally, have life equally, and be placed in this plane and the space of this world equally; In addition, there is this really sharp eye and vision. I'm really scared, completely powerless, Mu Na. What can I do? That's just me, some people, some things, that's all. Action and thinking are intertwined, and reality and ideological understanding are paved. Remember Marxism–Leninism's thoughts; First of all, don't let the initial cognition change one or two in fear.
In spring, I hope to have a good expansion space. Although I have been overwhelmed by my own fantasies, although my inner thoughts are only immersed in my feelings about love and my past life and youth, my life has returned to the beginning of this spring, and this spring season cannot be chaotic!
Chapter 2: After spring came to beginning of spring, the sunshine became warmer, and the warm south wind felt the breath of spring for the first time. Spring breeze is the most tender and affectionate, moistening the eyebrows and urging the pace of spring.
Cloud is the companion of wind. She came to the spring breeze leisurely, set off the blue sky and overlooked the earth. Layers of auspicious clouds, king over the world, full of water vapor, full of spring connotation. They should nourish the earth and awaken flowers, birds, insects and fish.
Rain is the messenger of spring. With the warmth of the south, she drifted all the way to the land of the north. There is an agricultural proverb called "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". When spring returns to the earth, people look forward to and love the spring rain. Spring breeze melts into rain, spring rain continues, and everything germinates. Spring rain falls in the soil, sprinkles on the branches and knocks on the window lattice to tell people that spring is coming, beautiful spring is coming!
Plum blossoms are the pathfinder of spring. "Ten thousand flowers dare to come out of the fragrant snow sea, and one tree leads the world in spring." In the cold wind last winter, she was not afraid of the cold, facing the snow and spitting out fragrance. On the eve of spring, cold ling opened it alone, opening the door to recovery for nature.
Inspired by plum blossoms, the winter jasmine moved, and the delicate little yellow flowers bloomed one after another on the upside-down branches, like a yellow waterfall with golden light, bringing gorgeous colors to the silent earth.
This year, spring came late and quickly. On the way to and from work every day, forsythia seems to be suffocating, and the branches of pure gold are whipped out at will, lining the dusty old street. Not far ahead, why is there a lot of cotton? A faint fragrance comes to the nose, but I don't know whose apricot flowers are blooming.
Magnolia blossoms, a white butterfly flying like a tree; Magnolia blossoms, and a charming red butterfly spreads its wings. Pear white, pink, a colorful, amorous feelings of spring is coming!
Surrounded by flowers, peony is in full bloom. Known as the "Flower King", she is beautiful and graceful. Some Tang poems praised her as the "Flower King". I cann't believe I boast that I'm strict in traveling west, and I'm the best in the world. "
Spring is a symphony. Spring comes to the earth, spring rain echoes in the sky like a beautiful melody, and spring thunder is like a symphony of life, full of passion. The spring breeze is playing cheerful music, floating from the far south. ...
Spring is poetry. Spring is a poetic season, which evokes everything with romantic charm. She got rid of the fetters of the cold, walked briskly and with a charming smile, and came to the mountains and rivers, people's faces and hearts. ...
Spring is painting. The bright spring kissed heartily, and the vast grasslands, rushing rivers, rolling mountains and fertile fields were all flourishing, depicting the most beautiful scenery. Spring is a beautiful scenery, a wonderful picture. ...
Spring is nectar and jade. Fumigating the Buddha's face, the flowers are everywhere, and people breathe the sweet air, which makes them relaxed and happy. Walking in the spring breeze, wandering in the sea of flowers, so happy, so intoxicated, my heart rejoices with my footsteps. ...
Spring has come, and the plan of the year lies in spring. Farmers sow the seeds of hope and work hard. Fruit farmers prune the branches of fruit trees and take good care of them. No pains, no gains. People are working hard and expecting a rich autumn.
What should I do in this beautiful spring and this precious spring?
Chapter three: Spring poetry unconsciously missed the beautiful spring scenery, but now it is hard to find the breath of spring. I always hope that it will speed up a little and release all the long-hidden wine fragrance with warm spring breeze; Quietly permeates the hearts of all things, and even the air can smell the unbearable fragrance of happiness, which makes the world that has been sleeping for a long time awake and intoxicated.
The drizzle is dimly sprinkled with fragrant soil. I know it has been brewing for a long time, and the four seasons rotate regularly, melting the thick snow in winter, sweeping away the bleak leaves in the autumn wind and blowing away the unbearable hot climate in summer, and all this seems to be to meet it.
Spring is like a handsome and elegant teenager, waving a feather fan gracefully and blowing everything in the world beautifully; Like a hard-working and early-rising golden rooster, it crows loudly outside the window, awakening a nation that has been sleeping for a long time; If a gentle, sensible and polite lady waits quietly for the bud to bloom, the colorful world of flowers will bloom.
Looking east, in the lush and fresh suburbs, birds are singing to their hearts 'content; Vibrant and lively urchins play tirelessly; Full of vitality, in bud, hungrily sucking the fragrant soil. Thousands of families are bathed in the spring breeze, and people can't wait to cheer and celebrate spring. I think it may be that their passion has been brewing for a long time. At this moment, they lit without reservation, and even the kitchen smoke rose alone, adding a touch of color to welcome spring.
Spring is sultry, branches and wickers are like dancing women accompanied by spring breeze, which complement each other in song and dance; A boat on the lake, bathed in sparkling spring, is very dazzling, causing ripples in my heart; The hard green grass wears away the stone, shyly showing a sweet and flowery smile, and its tall and straight backbone is its proud stubbornness. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, I want to join in this quiet night and feel the breath of spring. The affectionate spring rain moistens everything quietly with the wind, as if afraid of destroying this beautiful atmosphere.
When it is so beautiful, full of spring, full of flowers, and the breeze is Xu Lai, I can't help but think of Tao Yuanming, a pot of turbid wine, drinking with clean hands, ploughing Long Mu, and weeping willows floating like drunkenness; I wish I could drink to Tao Ge, but we are strangers. Many years later, I often wonder, am I the incarnation of Tao Yuanming? Or we can become intimate friends who talk about everything, and drink, write poems and have fun together in this spring. At that time, I can proudly say, Tao Ge, I want nothing but the beautiful scenery on earth, but isn't this the Peach Blossom Garden you are pursuing? But I quickly denied my point of view. He is a very talented person, and he is knowledgeable, so I look for the footprints of Mr. Wu Liu in this spring poem.
In winter, I wander in the lazy air all day, and even my thoughts and actions become dull; In spring, I will go for an outing in the wild to purify my increasingly turbid mind; Cheer up the soul that has disappeared; Not only has the long-lost direction of life been clarified, but even the deteriorating appetite has been replaced by gorging in spring. Slowly, I was intoxicated, forgetting my own sadness and the world …
I wander alone in the feelings of forgetting myself. I naively collect spring scenery everywhere and unreasonably preserve the memory of spring. I wonder if it's like this every year. I'm not afraid of being similar every spring, but I'm afraid my heart will be different every year. I don't know when I can be in such a state of mind, quiet and comfortable, put aside the busy and complicated life trivia and devote myself wholeheartedly to the spring paradise that belongs to me alone.
Or maybe I shouldn't be so sentimental. There are a few people in life who can understand spring scenery, whether by accident or by luck, they should be satisfied. Why bother? I know that the most beautiful spring is in my heart. When I am bored, I will share it quietly.
It will be spring again. I wonder if I can go back to the spring in my heart. Is it destined to stay in my heart forever? I'm lucky to be looking forward to it, looking forward to it and shouting …
Chapter four: In the early morning of spring, the bell rings outside, which seems to be the beginning of a busy day. Fortunately, there are not many anxious things at this moment in the morning. At most, I will water the budding chlorophytum and crab claw orchid. They seem to be thirsty, so they don't even say thank you every day.
These two days, this guy instantly came to the spring world, drawing a little light pink here and a little light green there, making the ground full of stars.
Yes, I think so. Spring has arrived. Spring revives everything, and a year's plan lies in spring. Different people have different views on the beauty of spring. Zhu Ziqing's spring is a joyous spring. The dream is awake, the flowers are surging, the wind is light and quiet, and the grass is soft and full of vitality. Feng Zikai is different. His spring is unpleasant, monotonous, cold, warm, sunny, rainy, cold, sleepy, sad and resentful. Ai Qing said that spring comes from the tombs in the suburbs; Mu Dan said that in spring, light, shadow, sound and color are naked and painful, waiting for a new combination; Eliot's "Spring" describes vulgar and low-level desires, which are all lonely souls without birth or death. No matter what the background of these springs is, the beauty of spring alone is a normative judgment and a value proposition, which changes with the changes of observers. Objectively speaking, every historical period has universal standards of spring beauty, which are established in a soft sense through social identity. Of course, the beauty of spring is also the unity of subjective and objective. Even different songs have different meanings. In the spring of Wang Feng, with the extremely dull and desperate voice, it forms a great contrast with the spring when everything recovers. This face-to-face loneliness feels great desolation in the green of the mountains and plains; Huang Qiwen sang a feeling of comfort and pleasure in a charming, sexy and sweet way: "Spring, flowers bloom, Li Libo, Li Lili."
Spring is coming, everything is sprouting, and spring is reviving. Some people are happy and some people are sad. Some people expect to plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. Some people look forward to spring to reduce all the troubles of eating grass in winter; Some people are looking forward to wearing that new dress; Some people are looking forward to seeing others put on that new dress; Everyone's spring is different. The spring of Cowherd Class is harvest, precipitation, joy, kindness, friendliness and tolerance. In spring in Zhang Xiaowu, everything will be fine. My spring is heavy, precipitated and heavy. I was born in spring, and I like spring.
The bell suddenly rang again and continued to be busy with the story of spring.
Chapter 5: Praise of Spring: The spring wind blows gently, willows are favored and flowers are in bloom. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Scholars and poets throughout the ages have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring is the most promising season of the year. When people sow in spring, they can reap endless joy in the harvest season. Spring is the most energetic season of the year. Green, bright green, green, green ... everywhere is green, which embellishes our vision. ......
At the beginning of the article, maybe my friends will think I am naive after reading it, and maybe they will laugh and ridicule: such a big person actually wrote an essay praising spring like a student. In fact, I personally think that friends have nothing to laugh at after reading this paragraph at the beginning of this article. Because in many literary websites, there are more lice than old beggars in poetry articles praising spring.
On the other hand, why should I write the last paragraph? Mainly because a friend brought his third-grade daughter to ask me how to write a composition about spring the other day, so I taught her. I wrote articles with similar contents when I was a student. Not only was it praised by the teacher, but it was also copied on the school blackboard. However, the composition that was praised and copied on the blackboard at that time was the composition that I was ordered to rewrite by the teacher. I remember when I was a middle school student, before writing this composition praising spring, there was such a story, of course, about how to write a composition about spring.
The story of that year is like this: when I was in middle school, my teacher assigned a composition describing spring. If you write well, copy it on the blackboard for students to learn. At that time, I wrote a composition that I thought was good according to my impression of spring, because I wrote it according to my own feelings, which was very profound and realistic.
At that time, the main content of the composition seemed to be like this: spring is really a bad season, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, which really makes people unbearable. In class, people are always sleepy, feeling sleepy and unable to lift their spirits. Perhaps the season leads to this phenomenon, but the teacher who lectures is not in the mood to analyze these problems. In my memory, there was a math teacher who would throw a chalk head to wake him up whenever he saw a classmate dozing off. Also, it may be due to the season. Some students are blushing like monkey's ass, and they seem to be allergic and feel very uncomfortable. Occasionally, the gums will swell, which may be a symptom of getting angry! The female classmate at the same table, to make matters worse, she actually got tinea. She often scratches here and there like a lynx in the zoo, which is really annoying. There is also a classmate sitting in front of me who always lowers his head in class. Later, it was found that his palm peeling was due to seasonal allergies, so he looked down at his palm in class and was wrangling! This is really a bad season. The only thing that excites people is our lecture teacher, who tirelessly spreads knowledge to us on the platform. ......
I remember that my composition should be written almost like this. I think I just wanted to write a composition that reflected the actual situation around me. I didn't expect to be praised by the teacher and was ordered to rewrite it.
Perhaps in the eyes of students, the teacher is the authority! So the teacher asked me to rewrite it, and I will rewrite it! However, what makes me angry is that the teacher asked me to rewrite it and read my composition in class in an ironic tone, which not only caused the students to burst into laughter, but also made me feel uncomfortable because I wrote two students in my composition, so these two students became the objects of ridicule and became enemies with me. I thought my composition was really good. Unexpectedly, in the laughter of my classmates, I feel like I am very different.
Later, the teacher explained his meaning to me in private. The teacher told me that it was not that my article was not well written. At that time, students were not allowed to write such articles, no matter what. Writing such an article during the exam is likely to be zero. The teacher may embarrass me for a while, but the teacher's purpose is entirely for my own good.
After many years, my two classmates may see my article at this time. Although I can't guess what kind of bad mood they will have, I still vaguely feel that they will be a little angry. After all these years, I'm really confused. Now in this composition, I apologize to them and say "I'm sorry". I hope I sincerely apologize and get their forgiveness. Because at that time, I really only wrote my composition according to my true feelings, and I didn't mean to laugh at them.
Now it's spring again. Not only did I teach my friend's daughter to write a composition praising spring according to the teacher's instructions, but at this time, I also wrote this passage about spring. The spring breeze blows gently, and the flowers are bright. How beautiful spring is! ......
At this moment, I remembered what a friend said to me: In Chinese mainland, everything is beautiful and needs praise. Therefore, spring in Chinese mainland is naturally the most beautiful spring in the world. ......