1, "Sunrise at Sea" Ba Jin
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. At that time, before dawn, it was quiet around, only the sound of the ship's machines was heard.
The sky is still light blue and shallow. Blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared in the place where Tianshui met. The scope of Xia Hong is gradually expanding and getting brighter. I knew the sun was about to rise from the horizon, so I stared at it.
Sure enough, after a while, there appeared a small half face of the sun, very red, but there was no light. The sun seems to be carrying a heavy burden, rising slowly, vertically and vigorously. Finally, it broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely. The color is really red and lovely. In an instant, the crimson round thing gave off dazzling light and stung people's eyes. The cloud next to it suddenly lit up.
Sometimes the sun hides in the clouds. Sunlight shines directly on the water through the cracks in the clouds, and it is difficult to tell where water is and where is the sky, only a light is seen.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are still thick. The sun rises and people can't see it. Its light sets a bright gold edge for the dark clouds. Later, the sun slowly emerged from the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, dyeing pieces of clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water, but also myself became bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
2, "Snow" Lu Xun
The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights make him opaque; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, what shines and rises is the spirit of rain?
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
3, "Spring" Zhu Ziqing
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. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed 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 among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", 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, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof, but the leaves are bright green and the grass is green enough to stare. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled 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 and bones, be full of energy, and do your job. "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 and legs, leading us forward.
Second, poems suitable for recitation:
1, a flowering tree Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
2, "To the Oak Tree" Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
3. Rain Lane? Dai wangshu?
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone?
Wandering for a long time?
Lonely and rainy lane?
Hope to meet?
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge?
Really?
Lilac color?
Lilac fragrance?
Sad as cloves?
Mourn in the rain?
Sad and confused?
She lingers in this lonely rain lane?
Holding an oil-paper umbrella?
Like me?
Like me?
Walking silently?
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy?
She crept up on me?
Approach and throw?
Breathing eyes?
She floated over?
Like a dream?
Sad and confused like a dream?
Like a dream?
Lilac garden?
I passed this girl?
She walked away silently, walked away.
A crumbling fence?
Walk through this rainy path?
In the sad song of rain?
Eliminate her color?
Scattered her fragrance?
Gone, even hers?
Breathing eyes?
Lilac melancholy?
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone?
Wandering for a long time?
Lonely and rainy lane?
Hope floats past?
Like cloves?
A girl with a grudge?