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 moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
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. When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and 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 among flowers, 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 his 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 upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the 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.
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When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
Poems on Spring and Poems on Cherishing Spring
Strolling in the green garden, I accidentally saw that the young trees had sent out green buds and some unknown grasses had blossomed. The flowers in Huang Cancan are particularly attractive. There are traces of early spring everywhere. It turns out that spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many literati wrote many well-known poems for spring. However, an interesting phenomenon is found in Tang poetry and Song poetry, that is, flowers, birds and cordyceps in the same spring are full of interest in life in the poet's pen, and in the poet's pen, from rainy spring to flowers and flowers falling, there is a parting look everywhere. Once the plump and bright spring enters the poet's eyes, it loses a lot of weight. In the poet's view, although spring has not officially arrived, the poet began to wait patiently and carefully. Meng Jiao observed, "What is the most knowledgeable, striving for spring is empty." Su Shi also said: "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet." In the heyday of spring, "it is the peak of spring, and the peach blossom branches reflect the plum blossom branches." Faced with colorful peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and plum blossoms, the poet was in a hurry and sang many eternal songs. Wang Anshi has "apricot flowers alone are like inviting guests, leaning against the wall for days." Zhang also said: "Good spring can't be hidden, and the pink wall reveals apricot flowers." Wen Tingyun sighed, "In the spring afternoon, where does Zhumen go across the mountain wall?" Song Qi is also whispering: "Poplar smoke is outside Han Xiao Trail, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring." One of the most fascinating is Ye Shaoweng's "Spring can't close the garden, an apricot is out of the wall". It is not without melancholy, such as Cui Hu's poem: "Last year today, at this gate, people's faces and peaches set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " Its mood is similar to today when we suddenly looked up and saw a beautiful and lovely girl in the street, but we didn't know her. It can be compared with the poet's Xi Chunci, but it is dwarfed. "If anyone is away from leisure for a long time, he will remain melancholy every spring." Look, how strong this melancholy is! "Stay away from hate like spring grass, go further and further, and never grow", "When will spring flowers and autumn fruits come? How much do you know about the past? " May Yao Chen is also afraid that "all pears are in spring". Even Xin Qiji, who has always been upright and upright, can't help but sigh: "I cherish grass and hate flowers early, not to mention countless red flowers, living in spring!" From the perspective of scenery and people, the words "seeing the spring grass in the guest room is always divided by poetry", "I am worried about things every spring, and I am heartbroken to live in the crow", and "Spring is as old as before, and people are empty and sparse" will definitely "wet the sleeves of the spring shirt" when you pinch it with your hand. "Trouble ShaoGuang can have how old? My intestines are broken and my soul is gone, but I still go in the spring. " "Spring is gone, and I am so worried about the sea." "My soul broke my horse, and spring went and spring came." Spring is so short that both poets ask the same question: "Why is Wen Chun in such a hurry, riding the wind to make rain like lightning?" And "it is better to dispel a few storms and come back in spring." . However, the lyrics say that people are "worried about spring" and spring has gone. The lyrics are inspired when they are helpless, which is why there are so many masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
Italian famous painting "Spring"
Author: sandro botticelli (about 1482)
Type: fresco, egg color, woodcut
The Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy is now treasured.
There are always different opinions about the theme of this work. Generally speaking, it is a moral painting, which shows the harmony between man and nature through the imaginative description of the gods who awaken spring in Roman mythology. Originally created to decorate the dining room of castelo Manor in Florence, it embodies the life interest and aesthetic ideal of the emerging bourgeoisie in the early Italian Renaissance. The works show Botticelli's exquisite and unique painting style, thus establishing his important position in the world art history.
The poem of spring
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The sunshine in spring is so warm that flowers and trees are full of vitality. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely.
Delay: slow. Huimu: vegetation. Lush: The appearance of lush grass. Cang Geng: warbler. Hehe: Birds sing in unison. Midges: Artemisia ordosica. Hey: A lot.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chu Ci
In mid-spring, Yang Hefang got up.
Yanghe: heating in spring
Historical Records of Qin Shihuang's Biography
In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant.
Han Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Long Songs"
The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant.
Jin Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Three Golden Baiqi Dances"
In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color.
Yu Zhu, an ancient poem of Jin Yuefu.
In the Spring Festival Evening, there are green fields, Aritaka Iwao and white clouds.
Xiu: Beautiful. Tun: Stay and gather.
Xie Lingyun's Into the Lake Mouth of Peng Li in the Southern Song Dynasty
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Songbirds: Songbirds have changed their species. Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed.
Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool Upstairs" in Southern Song Dynasty
Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian.
Fuchunzhou: a sandbar full of spring. Mixed English; All kinds of flowers. Fangdian: rural areas.
Nantiao's "Going to Sanshan Late and Looking to Beijing"
The news is that it will be sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring scenery will double next year.
Los Angeles: Luoyang. Windy days: spring scenery. Tao: Say.
Don Du Shen Yan's Spring in Beijing.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. I saw an oriole flying in the warm air, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun.
Haishu: Sunrise at sea. Li Heliu in the wild in spring: Liu Mei crosses Jiang Lai, and spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Shu Qi: The warm breath of spring. Turn green apple wave: turn green apple grass in water. The meaning of four sentences is: rosy clouds rise to the sea with the rising sun, plum blossoms and green willows take the other side of the spring river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, and sunshine makes apples green.
Tang Du Shen Yan and Lu Cheng's Early Spring Journey in Jinling.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Chanting Willow": "Jasper weaves trees high, and thousands of threads hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
Tang Meng Haoran's Search for Nine Fragrances in Happy Wang in Spring'
In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.
Tang's "King of Spring Music".
Before Wen Daochun met, he went to Han Mei for information.
Send Wang Hanyang in Early Spring by Tang Li Bai.
The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.
Tang Li Bai's Eight Poems of Palace Music
The east wind came back with spring and brought flowers from my branches.
Tang Li Bai's "Yi Shan Sunset Red"
The east wind will sprinkle rain and dew, which will make people full of spring in the world.
Tang Li Bai's Send Qi 'ang to Bazhong
In Xianyang in February and March, Golden Branch Palace Willow
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