The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, wade, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, and hide and seek 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. The flowers are sweet. When I close my eyes, the trees seem to be covered with 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 doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some new earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and various flowers are 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, lasting for two or three 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. 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 houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax your muscles, cheer up and do your duty. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. Its feet are new from the beginning, and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Brief introduction of the author
Zhu Ziqing (1898165438+1October 22-1August 948 12), formerly known as Huazi, was renamed as Ziqing with some conditions. Born in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, Donghai County, Jiangsu Province (now Pingming Town, Donghai County, Lianyungang City). Modern outstanding essayist, poet, scholar and democratic fighter.
19 16 graduated from middle school and successfully entered Peking university preparatory college. Poetry published in 19 19. 1928 published the first collection of essays "The Back". 1in July, 932, he served as the head of the literature department of China, Tsinghua University. 1934, published in Europe and London. 1935 published a collection of essays, You and Me.
1August 948 12 died in Peiping at the age of 50.
Text introduction
Spring is the work of modern essayist Zhu Ziqing.
Spring is Zhu Ziqing's famous prose. The first edition was published in July, 1933, and it has been selected by China middle school Chinese textbooks for a long time. In this poetic Ode to Spring, it is actually full of the writer's thoughts and feelings, life pursuit and even personality pursuit in a specific period, which shows the traditional cultural accumulation in the writer's bones and his yearning for the realm of freedom.
After 1927, Zhu Ziqing has been searching for and creating an ideal world in the depths of his soul-the world of dreams, which is used to place his "rather restless" boxing heart, resist external interference, make himself "independent" in claustrophobic study, and achieve his academic achievements.
Spring describes and eulogizes a lush spring, but it is a vivid portrayal of Zhu Ziqing's inner world.