Poetry in spring prose 1. Prose poems in spring
Bluegrass of Life (Chapter 1) Bluegrass of Life bid farewell to winter, and you entered March and began to embrace your own spring.
At this time, the warm wind blows away the gravel in your eyes, and the crystal blue shows broad loyalty, which makes you believe in the return of life and the deep affection of the land. Therefore, the rotating life, once again hold your proud head high, sprinkle a song full of sunshine ... Read your letter, your heart song, my feelings and your melody over and over again, gentle and graceful, and grow a green orchid-that unforgettable memory is really like a desk calendar in front of you; This uninterrupted emotion is as clear as the echo of a clock.
..... On the grassland in May, cattle and sheep were driven by herding horses, scribbling innocent footprints and rolling up rows of diffuse dust. Without one's own beliefs, there is only a blind mission, which cannot be said to be a sad variation.
However, your love is still like the clear old Ha River, always flowing with green. No matter how many twists and turns, you should also devote yourself to the surging sea and get eternal rebirth. Finally, you bid farewell to the frozen winter and entered the spring of budding hope.
From the description in your letter, from the works you arranged, from the novels you created ... I believe again and again that the special report published in Hongshan Evening News has re-established your "podium" image, vividly engraved on the spring window, and at the same time planted your faith and loyalty into the fields of millions of people. The blue grass in spring grows in your heart like this.
That refreshing fragrance, on the fault of history, on the grassland of life, writes down the news of your continuous youth ... Spring (prose poem) ● Jiang Chun hits "June 9", when it is yellow and green, on the crystal screen covered with snow and ice in the north, it interacts and sends out the message of spring. The gurgling spring tide is surging underground, and the vigorous vitality is jumping on the branches. In the first warm and cold season, news of spring can be heard everywhere.
Spring in the Year of the Sheep was conceived in the middle of winter in the Year of the Horse. Before the count of nine, China's land had cut out the window grilles in spring. In the spring thunder of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, the voice of "building a well-off society in an all-round way" spread from the spring breeze to the north and south of the country. Practitioners of "Theory of Three Represents" waved Kyushu Cloud, boiled the water in the Three Gorges, woven western tapestries and sang revival songs.
The news of spring, the crowing of roosters under the eaves of mountain villages, and in the harvest full of golden ears of wheat, farmers who are ready to cultivate early waved plowshares of green agriculture and ecological agriculture, and planted the hope of a well-off life on the land cultivated for generations. The news of spring is accompanied by the rise of national industry. We have entered the threshold of "W T O" with confidence. The pace of state-owned enterprise reform began in spring and stood at the forefront of world economic development. We will play successfully.
The news of spring brings the spring of rejuvenating the country through science and technology. Looking back, Shenzhou flew into the blue sky, and the maglev train roared all the way carrying the practice of the primary productive force. Looking forward to the future, the century declaration forged by the blueprint of science and technology has won the invitation of the world forest of science and technology with the heroism of a nation, waving the banner of scientific and technological innovation, and we are full of pride and straight all the way. The news of spring stretched on the banner of hunting and blew the horn of building the army by quality. In the mission of "double historical tasks", our steps are as magnificent as the ice of the river.
The news of spring leaps inside and outside the Great Wall, greening the two sides; The charm of spring inspires the enthusiasm of the sky and intoxicates the teenagers in the military camp; The news of spring makes us do something in the rising season and continue to climb ... Prose poetry is the prelude of spring □ Qian Zhen gives us loud drums, cheerful firecrackers, colorful colors and a peaceful and joyful atmosphere. The Lantern Festival in my hometown is like a beautiful fairy, coming with a full face of spring breeze.
The three-way salute exudes the enthusiasm, hospitality and hope of the people in their hometown, and lights up the eager eyes of lanterns. Colorful magic bullets, flashing with a smile, fly to the sky; Colorful "mandarin ducks and eggs" are jumping around and rolling over in the yard, and the ground is full of fairy-tale accidents.
Lanterns beautifully interpret the pages; The sound of firecrackers is played, and the laughter is blossoming; Songs are flying and poems are flourishing ... Is this lantern parade a dragon or a python? Is this a beauty on earth or a beauty in heaven? Drunk, drunk in my hometown. She was intoxicated by the swaying melody and the embrace of the Lantern Festival.
In the hometown of "fire trees and silver flowers never sleep", your Lantern Festival is an olive and a glass of wine. The face you kissed in the spring breeze is warm; The heart you kissed is fragile.
The vertical collar is down; Necking and stretching. If spring thunder is the trumpeter of spring, then you are the standard bearer of spring.
Isn't it? Standing in the clouds, you savor romance. When the green flag flies, the earth will excitedly revisit Wu's "Dengguazhou"; Showing the red flag, Peach Tree happily resumed its busy flower business.
A colorful picture of spring unfolds slowly in your hand. Spring rain is full of liquefied emotions, and finally can't resist the temptation of green and resolutely jump off the cloud.
In order to catch a spring. The spring breeze winds you into a long line and then throws it to people.
So the blank earth has a well-known poem, which is powerful and exciting. Grab a handful of spring rain, birds and flowers will overflow from your fingers; Take a sip of nectar and your heart will be covered with bees.
Ah, spring rain! Nature's beautician, the earth is full because of you and the world is fresh because of you. The morning dance pushed open the door and soaked me with fragrance.
Is it a colorful cloud on the horizon? Is it the sunshine of willow shoots? Later, I became a spring chaser. A hurried morning, a hurried traffic, a hurried pedestrian.
The dusty and depressing night in the city is now washed clean by the morning fog. The fog is floating.
More and more strong, lost their way, moistened flowers, crisp heart, licked thousands of villages. Spring fog is a mystery, and Chaoyang has solved it.
Into the embrace of green, embrace the hot sunshine of spring. I don't know whether people make spring green or spring awakens people.
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2. Prose poems in spring
In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world.
Spring is a beautiful 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 poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it. "A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. "This is the Northern Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's Spring Day.
This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming.
There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular.
"There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. "
This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning.
Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism.
Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination. "Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree.
Dogs know where to bark. People are walking in the middle of the mountain. "This is the Southern Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's Spring Day.
This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late.
This poem is naturally appropriate and ingenious. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily. "Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers.
The window contains far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the Rocky Mountain. "This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy.
This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read. "Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. "This is the southern song dynasty monk ZhiNan quatrains.
This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery.
Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China.
The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature.
"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. "
This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring.
The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words.
The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection. "Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach.
Goose and duck don't know that spring has passed, but they are scrambling to catch up with peach blossoms. "This is the Song Dynasty poet Chao Chongzhi's Spring Day.
This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated.
The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it, chasing it happily and carefree. But people are different. They know that spring comes and goes. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words.
3. Prose poems about spring
Zhu Ziqing's <: Spring >
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. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, 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 is not cold, willow trees become a shade", 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 her 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 annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, 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.
4. Prose poems describing spring
The song of the bird
Crossing the dawn
Stop at my window.
Who is plucking the strings of spring?
Turn a sweet song
Flying in the rainbow morning light
That greedy dream
Put away a sunny heart.
Keep a smile on your lips.
Who awakened the dawn of mid-spring
Green elf society
Fly in the morning light of hope
I heard your laughter.
Spring is coming. How should I greet it?
Is your smile wind or cloud?
It's a sunny morning
Your imagination always surprises people.
You use your green
A city that gently abandons people.
In the longing for the journey of life
Designate a spring.
The rain is outside my sleep.
Wet my way home
Wind is the pain of giving up.
We evolve and grow in winter.
In the rain outside my sleep
As long as you say
Still love winter
My pain is like ice and snow.
Melt overnight
Run to rivers and seas, rejoicing.
The tree of life has grown its acacia.
The green skirt buried the body of winter.
The sky is blue and awake.
Clouds dance my life.
Birds chirping in the clouds.
Listen to my song.
Look at me turning into the green of rain and dew.
Touch me and sigh like the wind that passed you by.
The moonlight in front of the door is my expectation.
However, what I expected
Just a glimpse of you meeting me in deep thought.
I want to fly like the wind
Put this fresh air
Bring it to you
When the sun is deeply attached to this land.
Rain falls happily like tears.
Dissolve the pain of crystallization in my soul
My world is so quiet.
You always arrive on time.
calmly
Just use that affectionate finger.
Slowly, gently
Touch the earth
What a wonderful touch it is.
New leaves grow between your fingers.
Flowers bloom under your fingers.
Your finger crossed this place.
This is a colorful scene.
I'm your last visit.
Accidentally from the mental finger
Slipping seed
With the change of time
Dense green neem tree
Give birth to the desire of three seasons
Also in this cold winter
And it winds into a road leading to you.
Desire and expectation
Always in my wandering life
Search and persist
Always grow and cultivate in crystal clear words.
The most pious love has been planted in the desert of the soul.
Sacred soil
He planted a green thorn, which fell at night.
Just wait for the silent thunder to raise your eyes
Just waiting for your spring eyes.
My thousands of lovesickness
Instantly pass through the bright pool where you meditate.
A charming smile covers your eyes.
My long-standing desire for happiness and inspiration.
Finally arrived.
A warm home woven by time and love
A sunny heart
My meditation and persistence are blooming everywhere.
stretch out one's hand(s)
You can pick it up.
A handful of sugar.
Between the green blood vessels
The classics of life are everywhere.
My eyes are as bright as the wind.
Caught the love of flight suit.
At night, this snowy night
I wrote down the language of admiration.
Spring calls quietly with cries.
Many beautiful flowers are in your hands.
Many good wishes crowded in front of us.
5. Prose poems or poems describing spring.
There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Would you like to tell me which season you like best? I love spring, I love spring, the snow on the mountain melts into the river and the grass is green, and all life dances. I am very happy to go to the bare fields to find the first flowers to wake up. I'm glad to whistle in the green Woods in response to the birds' songs. I am very happy to fly a kite with Guiyan in the sunny south wind. I like summer. I like the green and bright sunshine in summer. Everything is thriving, and everything is thriving. I am very happy to listen to my mother's poems and stories in the cool breeze and under the starry sky. I'm glad the storm broke out. I am very happy to go swimming at the seaside, so that the blue sea wraps me tightly. I like autumn. I like the golden season of autumn. In the mature season, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is fresh, and the earth smiles so peacefully because of the bumper harvest. It's too quiet. I am very happy to climb mountains, search for red leaves and collect specimens through the jungle. I am glad to see the fierce competition and the spirit of brave struggle in the autumn sports meeting. I am very happy to look up at the ever-changing cloud dream and dream of traveling in space. I like winter. I like it when it snows. When it snows, the world becomes white. The lights of every household are so warm that pine trees, plum blossoms and holly trees stand upright in the snow. I am happy to make a snowman. I am very happy to have a snowball fight and skate on the frozen lake. I am very happy that my family is sitting around the fireside chatting and arranging a dragon gate array. I am very happy to welcome another new year with firecrackers and cheers. The God of Nature has arranged four seasons, and each season has its own charm and posture. Every season brings me happiness. I like every season.
6. Prose poems about spring
Dangshui
At this time, the corner of the building faded away and there was water. The water is wandering and has not adapted to the sudden silence. Water has its infancy and some people's fairy tales.
The lake hissed, found the stone gap on the shore, condensed into words, and gathered into words. Finally, it was time to pat the shore. The agility of water becomes a kind of stimulation, which breaks your nerve to seek peace.
I am obsessed with the repetition of water. Return to it, after a rushing and overbearing winter, finally flow to spring, and then stop and love the tranquility of spring.
The Ink River is on my left. The Ink River is on my way to the X building.
The emperor said that spring keeps the qi of life, hurts the lungs and is sick in the chest; Perhaps both sides should say that childhood growth first began in peace.
7. Prose poems about spring, no more than 200 words, should be written by yourself.
Spring, flower season and rainy season-our seasons.
White dandelions are floating by the roadside, willow branches are spitting by the stream, and the mountains are covered with peach bones of pink orchids ... They tell hidden secrets in special flower language. Sunlight, rain and air, mixed with the smell of earth, are sown and germinated in spring ... The sound of falling rain, like a lyre, tinkles in the spring breeze, so beautiful! The shadow of the tree, like the forest of dreams, brought me into the mysterious world of colorful.
It's really mysterious there: everywhere is the smell of spring, the fragrance of flower season and the freshness of rainy season, because it's our season! Spring is like Sunday morning, spring is like a purple dream, and spring is like talking eyes. She embraced the wind, sprinkled the rain on my beautiful heart, and cleaned me freely, and there will be no more troubles from now on; Spring breeze is full of my yellow laughter, flying to the sea, flying to the blue sky and flying to the world! Bring laughter and fly your ideals! Let's go to see the flower season, rainy season and spring-our lovely season, colorful, with spring as the topic; Let's go to see the flower season, rainy season and spring-our lovely season, full of fragrance, close your eyes and suck, stretch out your arms, embrace spring and nature! In spring, bend your mouth and smile at us without warning; In spring, I was kind to our lovely flowers for the first time.
Oh! It turns out that the brilliance of flowers needs the nourishment of spring breeze and spring water, as well as the cultivation of gardeners.
8. Reflections on Spring Prose Poetry
Spring and March spring are full of flowers. I unloaded the silkworm from the winter package, put on spring clothes and carried a basket, and wandered to the countryside to find spring poems. I strolled in Chi Pan and asked the weeping willows on the shore, where the weeping willows said that the ducks swimming in my flowing hair said no to Chunshi. In the clear waves in my palm, I passed by the countryside and asked the farmers about spring poems. The farmers didn't answer, but shook their crisp bullwhip. I know spring. The poem of the sky is in the journey of hope written by plowshare. I climbed the hillside and asked the trees in the forest about the spring poems. The tree says they are in my new leaves, but the flowers at its feet gently say they are not spring. In my fragrant and bright calyx, I climbed to the top of the mountain and asked Chun Yan's spring poems flying overhead. Chun Yan said they were in the new mud in my mouth. At this moment, there was a buzz. The bee said, don't look for spring poems. I made it into a movie soundtrack. Now I'll play it for you. I looked down at the small basket in the basket and found that my ignorance could not collect all the spring poems. Spring is spring, and the peach blossoms in Longhua bloom in those nights. Those nights are bloody, those nights are starry, and those nights are windy. Listening to the widow's sobs, this ancient land is like a hungry beast licking at any time. The blood of young people, the blood of tenacious people's sons, has experienced a long winter, a season of ice and snow, and infinite sleepy expectations. These bloodstains burst into countless buds in the mythical night of the dark night in the east, and spring is everywhere in Jiangnan. People ask: Where does spring come from? I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.
9. Poems or prose poems that are extremely eager to describe spring.
I'll wait for you at the intersection in spring. Author: Han Yong has a big smile in his hand. I'll wait for you at the intersection in spring. Sunglow is an early sprinkler. The sun spilled all over the floor. The air is full of the fragrance of grass. A flower is shyly hiding in the corner, with a enchanting voice, and a bee is whispering and smiling brightly. I'll wait for you at the intersection in spring. My dream turned into clouds and kites exchanging wonderful messages in the blue sky. Today, all prevarication is happy. Let's not take umbrellas. Embrace the colorful rain in March. If there is love, let the longing be buried in the warm field. Autumn will certainly satisfy our thirsty eyes and hold a bright smile. I will wait for you at the intersection in spring.