Model essay in spring: catkins are hung on the branches in winter, and the eyelashes of dreams fall lightly on the wings of swallows. Always looking forward to the arrival of spring. May the spring grass grow warblers, the silk carpet blow the embankment, the trees are beautiful in spring, the blue waves are rippling, and the bluegrass is moist and crisp in spring; Looking forward to the spring scenery in the garden, falling red like rain; Looking forward to the fragrance of peach blossoms at the height of Lushan Mountain in my hometown, and looking forward to the beautiful hovering and dancing of Iraqi skirts in the spring breeze.
In a blink of an eye, spring has arrived now. Spring is the most beautiful season in a year. Throughout the ages, many literary circles have almost exhausted all beautiful poems to praise and chant spring. Spring brings people hope, passion and dreams.
When spring comes with her unique warmth, like the tide, those new green, light green, bright green, full of affection and tenderness are our sights. 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.
As a result, people began to walk and work in spring, stepping on soft soil, and only then did they know the birth and existence of life. Whether it is a grass bud that breaks through the ground or a bud in bud; Whether it is a slowly spreading green leaf or a slowly flowing river; Whether it is a silent forest or a whispering bird, we will feel the warm invitation of spring as long as the curtain of spring slowly opens.
Spring is a wonderful gallery. Spring breeze flies over the earth, and the earth suddenly becomes a fresh picture: on the harvested grass slope, new buds emerge tenaciously. Began to grow in the spring breeze. The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow and purple ... colorful wildflowers, how beautiful! The spring breeze blows, and the fresh flowers and plants smell fragrant.
After a storm comes a calm, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, and the summer glow leaves the aftertaste of spring, and the rural land is full of vitality. The thin leaves of grass are wet and green, and the trees are green; Birds are singing happily in the branches, bees are collecting honey from flowers, and the happiest children in the sun are chasing and jumping, and some are singing and dancing, forming a thriving picture.
In the early morning, a piece of fresh air in the vast rural world blows against our faces, which makes us feel comfortable; At noon, a ray of setting sun shines directly into our eyes, which makes us put aside the cold in the morning and be full of vitality; In the evening, the faint sunset glow shines, and the lake in Liquan, our hometown is colorful. We are intoxicated by the magnificent scenery in our hometown. At night, the breeze blows gently on both sides of the Ganhe River, and we will feel like scissors in February. This is the poetry of spring! This is the spring scenery of Liquan earth!
Spring model essay: Spring passes too fast.
A burst of thunder
It's like announcing the arrival of spring
Sentenced to death in spring.
End or start
Is it all by accident?
Since then, I have been looking everywhere.
Follow the path of geese flying.
Looking for your familiar and kind figure
In every square of the city
Listen to your cold and sad song
My heart calls for a free soul.
In the hope of ...
Began a painful wandering
Five-colored flowers splash like Mars.
Has melted into the soil
The green flame burns life.
Birds are singing carols of this season.
Green green green green green.
Not your color.
There's no voice from you.
No, no, no.
Really? At night.
When the stars stop spinning
Under a small piece of clear sky
Seagulls fly silently.
Drifting in disorder
Now they say it's spring again
I don't believe that's true.
I didn't see your lithe posture.
Didn't hear your free song.
I don't believe it.
The wound in the sky has been covered.
Spring is far away from us.
That bloody dawn
Stubbornly guarding the cold dream
Baiyun is still looking for a home.
My heart wanders forever.
Spring model essay: beyond spring
Author: Above the field
Youyilou new lane
Take your time
this is me
An erratic day in spring
Flushed
and
Huahuajian
beat
I believe in the future
Good things still happen to me.
I have been depressed for a long time.
I want some willful freedom.