Take a panoramic view of the spring scenery along the way, plunder the warm spring breeze, gradually wake up from the fatigue of hibernation, weave a thread of love, and be brilliant. Where the spring breeze passes, the dead trees are in full bloom, the grass is fragrant, the grass is lush, and the scenery is like wine. It is locked in the spring scenery, lying in the middle of the night, just like a piece of acacia diving into the wind, confusing your heart and intoxicated your heart.
If we say that the spring breeze in February is like scissors, peeling off the old wrinkled coat of the season, showing tender skin at the beginning, and beautiful, then the spring breeze in March is a brush with thick makeup and beautiful girls, depicting colorful spring scenery and deeply sketching picturesque scenery in people's hearts. Fireworks in March, taking advantage of the spring, strolled through Jennie Wang after the rain, looking forward to a clump of new green, taking a deep breath of fragrance, indulging in the exuberance of light green flowers, indulging in the blooming of life, unfamiliar trees, and countless unknown flowers and plants, lush and in bud, as if waiting for the time to brew, and suddenly generate will come out, which is unstoppable.
Stretching out my arms, jumping and chasing with my head buried, under the shadow of lush foliage, mottled sunshine and scattered light spots are both the epitome of spring and my stirring heart. Walking in the street on a warm afternoon, looking around, beautiful women are passing by. Jiangnan beauties can't wait to unload their heavy winter clothes and put on graceful spring clothes, or stand me up with short-sleeved jeans, or graceful, or plain clothes are light and elegant, showing their charm.
Time flies, time is like running water. Winter is bleak and desolate, and the snow is like yesterday. The cold suddenly disappeared overnight with the spring breeze. On a warm day, the sun is shining, the wind blows the spring smoke, and Jiang Nanan is dyed green, and the spring scenery is boundless.
2. According to a passage written by Jiang Nanan, the spring breeze is warm. The first grass felt the gentle breath of the land and gradually looked up from the soil, delighted to find that the original winter snow had melted and everything was so novel. Soon it told the news to other grasses, and then everyone rushed out of the ground. When they saw the grass like this, the twigs and trees all squeezed out green buds, and Jiangnan suddenly turned into a grass color!
Jiangnan is always a lingering rainy season, melancholy and hazy, like a drunken teenager in a restaurant. . I walked with an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the wet bluestone, lingering in this sentimental Jiangnan. The dense drizzle in the sky seems to have washed away all the worldly glitz; Wet flowers in the air seem to drown the pavilions on the roadside. Jiangnan at this time is as fresh as a girl in a rainy lane, with lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like melancholy. . When I arrived at my friend's house, it was raining in Chuqing. Knocked on the door, but no one answered, but the door was left unlocked. After some hesitation, I went in. Oh! Once in the hospital, if a boat slips into the sea of flowers, it will never be clear. After the rain, the petals fluttered with the wind, and after landing, layers of peach blossoms appeared. It is so sad and beautiful, but it is so weak, how can it not be moved, how can it not be pitied? "A splash, who pity the breeze? . . If you don't mourn for me, I don't know that flowers will fall and people will die. " "How many days can the flowers on the branches bloom? How can life be geometry in this world? " After the fleeting prosperity, it can only be left to future generations to mourn. I leaned against a peach tree, as if I were back in ancient times, wearing a long skirt that mopped the floor, and the sound of issuing cards sounded in my ears. I sang a beautiful poem here. I stayed in the yard until near dusk, and my friends didn't come back. I'm bored, looking at the ground covered with broken cotton. It suddenly occurred to me that if we don't take this opportunity to visit the West Lake, wouldn't it be a waste to come to Jiangnan? When I came to Xizi Lake, the sun set and the afterglow was like blood, which added a little warmth to this melancholy Jiangnan. The wicker on the shore of the lake is covered with smoke, and birds are singing, which reminds people of the poem "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky". The lotus in the lake is not in full bloom, but the lotus leaves have already greeted me there, just like a group of young women dressed in plain clothes, graceful in the vast lake. Although the lake is not as clear as expected, it is a lush green, which contrasts with the swaying wickers on the shore. Liu Sanbian, who is young and romantic, also saw this situation, and only wrote down such a famous sentence as "Yang Liuan, the wind is dying"! The wind is blowing, the ripples on the lake are constant, the wicker on the shore of the lake is dancing lightly, and the lotus leaf in the lake is swaying, dancing with the melody intertwined with light and shadow, as if to dance the whole Jiangnan! I can't help getting a little drunk. Under the dim light, Jiangnan is like a beauty, willow is an eyebrow, flower is a face, pavilion is a bone, and water is skin. It's really beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Quiet as a beautiful flower reflecting water, moving as a weak willow supporting the wind. Looking back, my eyes are flowing and my smile is like a flower. . I'm totally drunk. I don't know whether Chunfeng is drunk or Jiangnan is drunk. I only know that living in this charming landscape has lost all the noise and impetuousness, leaving only one weakness and one detachment. . Oh! The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green!
3. Imagine the beautiful scenery of spring breeze and green in Jiang Nanan. Write a paragraph "Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" Whenever I think of Wang Anshi's poem praising Jiangnan, I am proud that I am from Jiangnan. The most beautiful thing in Jiangnan is spring.
Spring in Jiangnan is really beautiful! You see, pink peach blossoms are like children's smiling faces, wicker floats in the breeze, like a little girl dancing. Of course, what everyone likes best is the vibrant fields.
In the field, the radish bloomed, as white as snow, as if to put on the bride's costume for the earth; The rape blossoms are golden yellow, and everyone stands up straight. From a distance, they are like golden carpets, ready to marry beautiful new people. Green wheat seedlings are more like guards who are proud to practice on the earth. They firmly exercise themselves and want to give the fullest wheat to people. Ah, spring! Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is as beautiful as poetry and as dazzling as painting.