Part 1: A 600-word essay on April in the world
The most beautiful April in the world has made me dream for thousands of years. The scenery in the valley is difficult to paint, and the wind interprets the beautiful face, charming to the fingertips. Years will pass like a fleeting time, depicting a tree with begonias and swaying tingling trees, attracting bees and butterflies with its fragrance; a tree with apricot blossoms blooming in full bloom, willows piled with smoke, and feathers fluttering in a prosperous dream. The glazed moonlight turned into a gorgeous poem, and a spring water filled with longing.
Lin Huiyin said: "I said you are April in the world, your laughter lights up the wind on all sides; your lightness dances and changes in the light of spring." After walking through the world of mortals, I have read four On the moon, I love the clouds and smoke in the morning of April the most. The sky in April is always very blue, and you can see the white clouds like cotton candy. In the season when the blue sky is flowing freely, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the pleasant soft wind blows open a curtain of beautiful dreams. , swaying on your branches. The afterglow of the sunset brings us into April. It makes me moved. When I clasp my hands and place them on my chest, I indulge in the tranquility of my Dantian and let my long-lost heart return again, back to April. Looking back at the wonderful April, when the wind blows, it is best to hold a plain pen in hand and write poems and lyrics; when the moon is full, I take a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, and my thoughts are scattered all over the ground. It is full of charm, and the time that makes people obsessed can be enjoyed, but they can no longer be squandered unscrupulously. Life is short, and we should seize the "April" of every season. I want to preserve the most beautiful April sky in the world with the deepest affection and hold it in my hands! Spread your wings to fight in the sky and let go of your dreams, because April has given me infinite power.
It’s another quiet night, quietly feeling the gentleness of April. April is about to leave. Go, I really can't bear to see her reincarnation of the four seasons in my heart. I whisper my lifelong love at my fingertips, and the most beautiful years flow through my pen, which warms my heart. Even sometimes I lament that I can’t drink up the vicissitudes of the world. Because it is a clear sky with no haze, no sadness of wind flowers, no desolation of snowy moon.
In a place where there is light rain in the world of mortals, I lean against a window and the years pass by. I sleep on my pillow and count the autumns, and the toads sing their early strings. The cherry blossoms on the ground and the begonias everywhere are painted with the most beautiful attachment to the moon painted in the world of mortals in April. A few wisps of breeze are captured to accompany the bright moon into dreams, leaving the last touch to April. In April, let us meet. At this time next year, we will still be lovers, romantic in front of the flowers, and tell each other the pain of missing each other during this year of separation. Please promise not to keep me waiting too long.
The melancholy that has gone back and forth a thousand times cannot hold back the sadness of April’s departure, nor can it depict the appearance of the first acquaintance. Thanks to the April Fairy, I have been enriched and bright every year. You are here, and I am here, witnessing the most beautiful April, and also witnessing the spring that young people long for. The last ray of warm sunshine in April brings peace of mind. Xian, this is a complex that has been difficult to solve for many years, and I can't keep my heart as simple as it is.
The flowers outside the window, with drizzle falling in front of them, are exquisite and crystal clear under the refraction of the sun. The smiling face in the dream is the most unforgettable green day in my life. The wheels of time have rolled over the wind and frost of the years, and the flowers are over, as if I have found the refuge of my soul in the poetic April. Chapter 2: A 600-word essay on April in the world
April is a picture of spring breeze blowing on your face. Stop in front of a tree, face its ability and calmness, and be blown by the spring breeze. , watered by spring water, it is so confident and elegant.
The fresh air in April always gives people a refreshing feeling. I like this feeling, this feeling of being in the big forest, where the birds sing for you and the sun gives you. Warmth and shade are your "protective umbrella". Then, close your eyes and listen carefully, savor it carefully, and you can always forget your unhappiness. This is a different feeling.
In April, the trees grow stronger and taller. It reminds me that we are children of nature, nature has nurtured us, and our lives are given by nature. It has the most beautiful voice in the world. Listen...it is the gentle song of a bird, and its breathing is sometimes rapid and sometimes slow. Slow, that is the wind, listen carefully to its sound, you can feel that nature is "sick", just because of human beings... The rain in the sky is the tears of mother nature, tick, tick, mother nature is crying, this is Why? Because its other children are about to become extinct. Just because of human beings... If this continues, will the most beautiful April day be beautiful again? Thinking of this, the corners of my eyes couldn't help but moisten. I looked at the bird, then at nature, at these sinful hands, and cold water droplets slipped from the corners of my eyes.
In April, the grasses have grown into adults, the flowers have revealed their fragrance, and the fragrance hits the nose and mouth, and the hair of the willow trees is getting longer and longer. The butterfly jumped excitedly, and the grass danced in the wind, cheering for the butterfly.
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is thick. This is from Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao Yi Yi". I want to send this poem to April. April is the most beautiful time of the year. It does not have the heat of summer, the desolation of autumn, nor the coldness of winter. April is full of life. Because of this, at this time, people are full of energy and have unlimited imagination for the future. In April, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the world, enjoy the most beautiful melody of the birds, and listen to the breathing of the wind. Chapter 3: A 600-word essay on April in the human world
April in the human world is a time of light rain and heavy mist. Outside the window, the white jasmine bloomed quietly, exuding a faint fragrance, and everything seemed quiet and peaceful.
Stroll along the tree-lined avenue with an umbrella and feel the vitality brought by spring. Looking up, the sky is like a gray pencil and blurred light ink. The rain fell intermittently from the sky, never stopping. The big trees on both sides were originally covered with dust, but now they have been washed by the rain, turning dark green to dark green and bright yellow to bright yellow. In the rain, grass, a plant smaller than a big tree, absorbs nutrients in the drizzle and nourishes the body and mind. There are crystal clear water drops hanging on the grass blades and tips, which seem to reflect the dream of light.
So, I finally couldn't help but stretched out my hand to welcome the raindrops, letting them hit the palms and backs of my hands. Every drop told me a story, and every freshness penetrated into my heart. It's like a pair of hands playing a lonely melody, and the fingertips are wandering on my skin. In the rain, I held an umbrella and started a waltz by myself, following the rhythm of the rain. Point your toes to the ground, hold an umbrella with one hand, open the other hand, spin and jump. Repeating each action, I completed my own waltz. It seems lonely, but actually I am not, because I am accompanied by the rain.
That selfless dance not only made me physically and mentally exhausted, but also made me breathe easily. But finally I got tired, so I sat down to rest.
The rain still has no intention of stopping. This lingering sadness reminds me of Jiangnan. Misty rain created Jiangnan in April, and Jiangnan in April created a legendary woman-Lin Huiyin. Some people say that she is a cold and pure woman, so no matter how the world changes, she always has a beautiful face. Some people say that she is a sensible woman, no matter what kind of temptation she faces, she can escape unscathed in the end. And I think she is a white lotus floating on the water, calm and elegant. There will always be a pure land in her heart that cannot be polluted by the rolling world of mortals. Birth, migration, schooling... Her life was rolling in my mind, and a woman in plain white seemed to appear in front of me again, with a gentle and graceful smile on her face.
In her smile, those beautiful words belonging to her once again came to mind in the drizzle of April: "I said you are the April day in the world; the sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind; the lightness in spring Dancing in the light and beauty..." Chapter 4: A 600-word essay on April in the world
The night spread out like an ink painting, and the sound of frogs in the pond stirred my eardrums. , the starry sky in April is so bright and clear... It turns out that this is another April day in the world. I am a child who loves fantasy, and I always love to listen to the whispers of spring under such a beautiful scenery. Only then did I realize that I had not sat leisurely under the night for a long time, admiring the bright moon.
"April in the world, April in the world..." He whispered softly like this. Who does this April day in this world remind me of? Yes, it's her! A person I know very well. She is my best friend, comparable to Ziqi Boya. With her, the world is like April.
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, she is willful and fierce, the boss lady that no one dares to mess with, but I don’t think so. No matter what she is, she is the only best friend in my life! Because she said that she would be with me no matter what, even if it was the end of the world. Maybe, no one will believe what she said. Yes, she is just a friend. It is ridiculous to say that we will not separate! But I believe it, even if it is a lie, I am willing to believe it. At this time, some people may laugh at me: I am so naive, I am simply a fool, and I have no idea of ??the dangers and cunningness of society. How could I not know? Today's society is a world of fame and fortune, a world of power and money. How could I not know that in today's society, people's hearts are sinister and must be guarded against. I trust her so much not for anything else but because she is my best friend!
I remember that time, we had a quarrel and we were in a cold war with each other. Even though I thought I was right, loneliness still surrounded me tightly, like a big invisible net. , tied me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. So, the grass along the path in the park once again became a witness to our reconciliation.
I still remember a poem: Let me pick a star for you in the moonlight, hide the warm words in its ears, follow your direction, let it draw a track in the night sky, and then Fall into your dream, hug you on the soft pillow, and tell you that you are April in the world...
I said, you are the blossoming flowers of every tree. , is Yan whispering between the beams. You are love, warmth and hope. You are April in the world! Chapter 5: A 600-word essay on April in the world
April, the season when flowers bloom, is the greatest luck in my life to meet you.
The weather was very hot in the afternoon, the air was filled with the smell of sweat, and the dry voice of the teacher explaining the topic echoed. The atmosphere was dreary and drowsy. I lay on the table bored, staring at the question papers in front of me in a daze. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, breaking the dead silence. The whole class turned their attention to the window, and I followed the sound.
I saw a petite girl standing at the door, with a ponytail and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her thin nose, giving people a fresh feeling.
"Um, I'm a new transfer student..." After saying that, the teacher waved you in.
You walked in with hasty steps.
When you passed by me, your sweet smile inexplicably made me fall in love with you!
Later, we gradually became familiar with each other, and I slowly discovered your incomparability. You have excellent grades and occasionally give me lectures, but there are always moments when you blush when I ask nonsensical questions. At this time, you frown and think for a long time, answering my questions one by one. At that moment, I saw more of your responsibility and persistence. Maybe your explanation is not as perfect as the teacher's, but I still appreciate you and your patience and meticulousness, just like a child taking the trouble to put together a puzzle!
You are my April day, you appear when I need you, and you fragrance my world!
In an unintentional conversation, I confided to you my natural insensitivity to mathematics, but you just smiled softly and said:
“Everything you do must be done with care. , the same goes for mathematics."
After that, you will discuss it quietly with me. We talked about a lot of things before and after. For this reason, you also carefully organized and summarized the important matters for me bit by bit, and compiled it into a booklet. After flipping through it, every box in it focused on a specific topic. Knowledge point, in the face of your great help, what reason do I have not to study mathematics seriously? Although no significant progress has been made yet, it will definitely live up to your expectations!
You are my April day, you lend a helping hand when I am confused and warm my heart!
Every encounter is unique in life. Even if we need to separate, that time will not disappear. So please cherish every person who has left a breath and trace in your life.
Lin Huiyin wrote, "You are love, warmth, and hope. You are April in the world!" I think, you don't have to be April in the world, you are my April, So good! Chapter 6: A 600-word essay on April Day in the World
The flowers outside the window were delicate and beautiful, the sky was cloudless, and a loud cry came into my ears.
Your fresh yellow skin, a few black lanugo hairs, and your big, bright eyes like water drops are full of infinite longing and curiosity for the future. You cried like a song, loud and beautiful, without any sadness. Your little hands were chubby, and a few short fingers kept shaking, touching everything around you, as if you were looking for something. Your exquisite body appears healthy. When you come to this magical world, you should appreciate the flowers in April and taste the warm wind; you should go and see the midsummer sunshine, how enchanting the light is. Full of hope; you should go and see the snowflakes in mid-winter, they are so intoxicating.
You came to the world, and since then the world has gained a clever life. Your laughter lights up the wind all around. You are the stars in the sky, twinkling and lighting up the sky. You made everyone feel warm and loved, maybe a faint light. Mom's hand touches you, and you fall asleep slightly in the evening breeze. Your smile is innocent and simple, and you exude a mellow fragrance.
Outside the window, the flowers bloom quietly for you, and the grass sticks out its head for you. The clouds and smoke in April also dissipate for you. The April day in the world is so wonderful, the goose yellow after the snow is you, the new buds in April are also you, the great nature crowns you, how lucky you are. A tree of flowers and a tree of new buds peek out at the world and whisper. The swallows also heard the news and came, singing on the branches and flying in the air, jumping for joy at your birth. Orioles and larks are also dancing, and all kinds of birds are like an excellent choir, celebrating your arrival. Flowers, grasses and various plants are also standing on the branches, ready to welcome you. Naturally, everything becomes prosperous and full of vitality because of you. You are the April in the world!
You look at the world curiously in your arms. Every flower is like a regiment, waiting for your inspection; every grass is as excited as if you want to make a sound, eager for your gaze. , humming from time to time like a band. Of course, there is a big tree that stretches out its arms to shade you from the sun, but also exposes dappled sunlight to warm you. The wind blows on your face and accompanies you all the way forward.
You are April in the world, you are love and warmth, and you are the light full of hope. Chapter 7: A 600-word essay on April Day in the World
The examination room was quiet, only the sound of rustling writing echoed in the empty classroom. My heart is not very bright at the moment. It's midsummer, but my heart is full of ice and snow, as if there are countless sorrows that I can't get rid of. Alas, after so long and hard review, what you end up with is just a pale test paper. How can you not feel disappointed? Someone behind him sighed, helpless? Or bored? I once heard a teacher say: "The high school entrance examination is a turning point in life. For top students like you, it is undoubtedly an opportunity for a dead tree to grow and a carp to leap forward." "Maybe." I answered lightly.
It seems clear in my heart. After passing the high school entrance examination, don’t you still study hard? Even if you study in a higher education institution, in a few years, you will not be faced with a pale test paper? Where's the turning point? Alas, the cold winter in my heart must last longer, and spring may not come! Outside the window, the willows are green, they have already experienced the cold winter. At the beginning of spring, did they ever feel happy! They absorb clouds, rain, and dew all day long, and strive to grow upwards. Aren't they ultimately unable to escape the sorrow of withered leaves at the end of autumn? If this is the case, why do you still have to work so hard and work so hard? At this moment, a wisp of breeze blew, bringing the pure fragrance of willow branches and leaves, and my mind suddenly became clear.
I suddenly thought that the endless reincarnation of the willows, struggling to grow, isn’t it just for the fragrance of this world? After a cold winter, perhaps, their hearts have been longing for that warm moment of spring, knowing that there will be dead leaves all over the sky, and snow and cold branches, but after all, this is a beginning and an end. After the beginning of spring, their fragrance can finally fill the world and linger forever. yes! The result of the high school entrance examination is not important. What is important is the new cycle of life after the change of the old from the new.
In this annual cycle, we struggle, we laugh, and we are confident that the temperament and fragrance of our students will fill the world! I don’t know when, but I felt warm in my heart. It’s clear in my heart: process is the main thing. After the beginning of spring, the flowers will finally bloom, and the hard-working seeds you have planted will finally take root and sprout. Why worry about not being able to spread the fragrance far away and become clearer, clearing the world? Some people handed in their papers early, but I was determined to sit until the end.
Yes, since it is a turning point, why not make this process so fulfilling that there will be no regrets?