Rain in early spring is the best spring.
Every time I sit in front of the window, through the window, I seem to see a wanton picture. It is quite a bit gentle and beautiful in Jiangnan. A few drops of rain fell, flashed in the picture, then fell to the ground and fainted.
The first spring rain.
Strolling through the land of northern Jiangsu, there is a new green everywhere. The longer it grows, the bigger it grows. Although it is silent, it moistens everything. The revived bud sucks the falling dew and dries up in an instant. So should a man. Since we have chosen backwardness, we should do our part and add a touch of new green to the whole world, so as not to waste this life. The real dedication is probably as low as dirt, entering the spring.
In a small town in northern Jiangsu, the smell of soft mud and green grass is very strong. I walked straight over. It was a clear lake. At this time, the rain has stopped, and the river is full of circles. Perhaps this alarmed the fish in the river, and the whole lake was blurred with a shake of the tail. After a while, the water was calm. However, it is still raining. To my surprise, the lake is not blurred, but still looks like a flat mirror. From the beginning, the two worlds are getting closer and closer, and finally meet at the seam of time and space, but they can calmly deal with it. From complexity to reality. It's just that at that moment, the person who can keep his nature and keep calm is the true self. And if it is us, how many people can stick to their original intention? I'm afraid only the spring rain can do it.
Gradually, the rain seems to have stopped. Put away your umbrella. The sky hasn't cleared up yet, but it's clear and blue. Rain's life is short. It's just a flash in the pan. What can it do with such a short life? Maybe it was just a casual fall, and there was no real life when it fell. Perhaps, it will choose to fall at some point. Even if it has not traveled all over Wan Li, it will only feel regretless in this life because it has been there and seen it with its own eyes. The same is true for people. As long as we leave a mark on this world and belong to our own life, even if we have nothing in return, we have at least existed.
Life is like spring rain, just watching the flowers bloom and waiting for them to fall.
What's in your eyes? Is it a bud standing on a branch? Is it a swallow from the north? Or flowers decorated with warm dew? No, it's much more than that. The footprints of spring are reflected in my eyes. I am looking for it, looking for spring in a piece of flowers and birds.
The wind in March is still slightly cool. There was a light rain yesterday, which washed away the dust of a winter. The fragrance of flowers and earth is mixed and brewed in the air. I walked along the field path, and the little green under my feet guided me forward. The wind blew away the green leaves in the field. It was just a young seedling, shaking its head and laughing like a child. Small wild flowers also laugh, just hiding in the grass, secretly laughing, like a shy little jasper in Jiangnan, cute and tight. It is rare to see a few flowers that are generous and don't hide from people.
Walking on the road, several clear cries will ring from time to time overhead. Who is screaming so happily? It's me, the little swallow who nested in your house last year! The swallow chirped a few times and flew away, as if very busy.
What about last year's red-horned peach blossom, but it didn't appear this year? Of course not. A touch of pink stands out in the field. That's the peach tree of Li Bo's family, in full bloom, smiling at the world. Like a lady in a pink robe with a white background. Her face looks like peach blossom powder, and her hair looks like peach branches. She threw off her sleeves in the wind and sang something. Listen, someone is really singing, not peaches, but Aunt Li. She stood under the peach tree, watching something, singing while watching, without losing her amorous feelings. Rip hoes the ground beside her, singing loudly, but it fits the tune very well.
Aunt Li and Rip echo each other so much that they are as energetic as when they were young. Perhaps because it is spring, they all laugh happily, like the warm sunshine at the vernal equinox, which makes people feel happy. Although they are old, years have never taken anything away from their hearts. They are also a part of spring.
So now, what's in your eyes? It's pink. There is an unusual vitality hidden in the peach color of spring.
"The water is full of fields, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the trees and the smoke is low." This is a green spring. "In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields." This is a busy spring. "Counting the grass warblers to warm the trees, whose Chun Yan pecks at the spring mud" is a spring day symbolizing recovery and vitality.
So, I went out to look for spring, and now I turn to the page of "Spring rains begin with spring and bright valleys"!
Rape in the field has only roots or leaves. This row is sparse and that row is dense, which looks very uncoordinated. There is no buzzing of bees, no swaying of rape flowers in the wind, and no busy walking of cattle everywhere. This is not the spring in my heart!
Bored squatting on a stone step, unconsciously looking at the weeds in the front row, there seems to be a blue shadow looming in the crowd. What is this? Pull it out by hand, only a few blue flowers. Not flowers, to be exact. Her roots are grass. Take a closer look. The total * * * is not as big as a nail, hiding shyly among the leaves. Don't touch her, it's just a little water. Yes, she is more like a newborn baby. Her hair and skin are soft and she smells like milk. So exquisite, but stubbornly reporting the information of spring to the world. In my heart, there is pity and respect!
When I went to see her again, it was two weeks later. The original tenderness has withered-she has reached her twilight years! However, only two weeks, very short and long. When it blooms, it exhausts all its strength without reservation. When you left, you were smiling and it was raining. Perhaps, the time from birth to old age will be drowned by colorful spring scenery, but I think her heart must be fearless and regretless, because, "I have been to that endless world." Even though she is still a grass. ...
I am looking for spring, and the most beautiful scenery is not the revival of everything, but her, which has not gone down in history and has no name. She came early and died without regrets. Her spirit will not be remembered by human beings, but rape flowers will remember, green willows will remember, and spring will remember. A few years later, it's still the same flowers and the same grass. ...
The wind is blowing, the ice is melting and the sun is coming out. Is spring here yet?
Yes! Yes! Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
You see, in that vast field, the young pioneers wearing red scarves are all young. They were carrying saplings on their shoulders and buckets in their hands, laughing and laughing together. They dug a hole in the ground, poured some water first, inserted the saplings, covered them with soil, and then poured some water. When they are tired, they sit around and talk and laugh ... I think: when the saplings grow up, they must be looking forward to it. How thick, tall, lush and lush they should be! They must think that their future will be better, but in the process of growing up, they will certainly experience a lot of wind and rain, cold wind and heat like trees.
Look, at home, the children are washing clothes! "Brush, brush, brush", a burst of sound, hard sweat appeared on his face. The more you look at it, the more it looks like an ordinary stone carving its own shape. Children's families are not rich, single parents. But he didn't feel inferior, didn't complain about others, and didn't give up on himself, because he believed that winter was cold, but after the cold, it must be spring, the spring when everything recovers, the vibrant spring and the beautiful spring. Yes, it is a firm belief that supports him, and a bright future is calling him.
Listen, at school. The children read over and over again, "Watch the Spring Festival Evening upstairs, and smoke from the kitchen is far from the village." Xiaoqing thousand trees are green, and the new rain is half muddy. Liu Mi Yingying has no shadow, but there are traces of mud. The sleeves of light cold shirts are thin, and the cups need to be warmer. "They took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes and put on uniform and youthful school uniforms. They read hard, listen attentively and write attentively. Even if they lose their innocent smile, the fire in their hearts will not go out. They are chasing their dreams on the road of growth, with the youthful vitality of generate.
I can't forget that roses are in full bloom here, accompanied by spring along the way. The flower of time blooms in the competition, and I will meet you in spring through time. ...
It's March and the wind is still biting. I put down my pen and decided to embark on a journey of seeking spring.
When I walked out of the house, I saw a bleak scene and sadness welled up in my heart. The wind is as cold as ever. I tightened my tight coat and looked up, but there was no breath of spring at all. The bare tree trembled in the cold wind, crying and expecting ... The wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the fallen leaves spun involuntarily, like dancing butterflies and a top that was spurred. When the wind stopped and the leaves fell, an angel with broken wings fell to the ground feebly.
I shook my head and sighed. Aren't people just overwhelmed by life and study? There is still more than a year before the senior high school entrance examination. A year, whether long or short. We are just learning machines, buried in the homework pile every day, doing homework non-stop, doing homework …? ... are you tired? No, I'm used to it.
Just when I was sad, a touch of green came into view. "It's grass!" I cried with surprise and walked forward with broken steps. A touch of grass grows tenaciously in the cold! How dazzling and energetic this green is! Even a grass is struggling so hard, how can you complain that you are too tired, don't want to work hard, and give up halfway? As the saying goes, it is impossible to succeed without hard work. In the future, you will thank you for your present struggle. We are still young and have plenty of time, so why not take this opportunity to fight for it? Pay is in direct proportion to gain. The more you give, the more you gain. Study hard and strive for the upper reaches.
Youth is a symbol of spring. We have cried, laughed, failed and succeeded, that's enough. We are spring, sunrise and hope. Success belongs to those who have struggled, doesn't it?
Spring is beautiful and the future is long. ...
"A year's plan lies in spring" is the best way to describe spring. Spring is the symbol of warmth in the four seasons, the representative of the beginning of prosperity, and the only beautiful season with flowers in full bloom. There is no doubt that spring should be the first season that people like.
The breeze in March caresses the earth, and tender buds on the earth spring up like mushrooms after rain, like a little light ink in landscape painting. In the winding branches, some flowers are in bud, hoping to see the prosperity of the world, and some flowers are looking forward to passers-by! These flowers are as blue as gems, as red as agate, as white as pearls and as yellow as amber. They are full of fragrance, happiness and vitality everywhere. Why can't they make people who are cold all day in winter yearn for and look forward to it?
On campus, the really lively children were skipping around that day. In the spring, their youthful faces become more ruddy, like red apples. This spring, this person, isn't this a couple?
The immature child hummed the nursery rhymes of exclusive spring. "Where is spring, where is spring ..." This seems to be the children's first understanding of spring.
That young man, who is full of vigor, is also walking like the beautiful scenery of spring. He was amazed by the first dress that spring, and he was amazed and amazed, and he was already infatuated.
And isn't that early spring a symbol of that immature child? That is a symbol of new strength, and isn't that youthful boy just representing the increasingly beautiful mid-spring? That is the pillar of the future of our new China and a new benchmark for our country in another year.
Xin Qiji once wrote a poem, "The spring breeze didn't touch the white beard". As the poem says, spring has dyed mountains green, flowers red, sky blue and clouds white. Don't let the years go by, cherish spring and strive to be the color of spring!
Where is spring? Look, the snow on the roof melts, the willows begin to sprout, and the wild flowers on the ground begin to bloom, which is a scene of spring. Let's embark on the journey of spring together.
Flowers in spring are the most beautiful. You see, in the distance, there are large tracts of peach blossoms. If you open one, I will open one. If you don't let me open it, I won't let you show your posture in the spring breeze. Looking closely, the five petals snuggle together, and the stamens inside are more lovely, yellow and tender, like a sleeping baby. A plum blossom may not be beautiful to you, but the plum blossom of this tree will make you feel unprecedented shock and shake.
Grass is the most vital in spring. In the distance, green grass forms green waves in the breeze. They are so regular. When you get close to her and touch the grass as soft as cotton wool, you will find that they are so full of vitality. They show the unique beauty of spring under the sunshine.
People in spring are the most enthusiastic. After a cold winter, teenagers began their studies in the new year. Listen, does the sound of reading, which expresses the passion of life, touch you? You see, on the lawn in the distance, a pair of tender little hands are holding a delicate butterfly. Look again, that little face full of innocence is full of happiness and joy. Adults are not idle, so they come out to relax and get ready for another year. Their hands are hard-working and their feet can move.
Do you have any feelings when you are close to the newly blooming flowers, touch the green grass and look at the lovely and immature teenagers? Life is not long, maybe in an instant you will find yourself no longer young. Spring is the most energetic and vital season of all seasons. Youth is the most passionate and passionate part of life. As the saying goes, "Don't wait, young people are sad!" If you don't work hard now, when will someone wait on you?
"Wildfire will not completely devour them, they will grow taller again in the spring breeze", and all life will recover, grow and nourish in spring ... I am looking for spring.
You see, the grass stained with dew is small, but it carries water drops of the same quality as itself. Only in spring can we find such tenacious grass. At first glance, it is so small and fragile that people feel that it will break when touched, but if you look closely, you will understand how tenacious it is. On this grassland, I found spring.
You see, that little tree, although there is not a leaf on it after winter, but look carefully, wow, some of the small bones full of trees can't wait, and all of them show charming green buds. Isn't a vibrant tree spring? In this small tree, I found spring.
Listen, the distant chirp seems to be singing the arrival of spring. I walk to find that "song", but I can't find my head. I just walked around under those trees. Listen, listen, I don't think I should respond. Before you could react, the tree began to shake violently. When I looked up, I only caught a small shadow, which was full of unknown feelings. In the singing of birds, I found spring.
Smell, the flickering fragrance in the air tempts your god, making you want to find its source as soon as you smell it, but you can't find it, so you can only let this fragrance diffuse around you. This beautiful expectation is spring. I found it in the flowers.
Looking for it, I found that spring is around us, and I found it everywhere.
The long winter is hard, but I am willing to endure the whole winter just to wait for the fun of spring.
When winter comes, I always feel extremely desolate and everything turns to dust. When winter is over, I always look forward to the moment when the leaves shine again. But this spring seems to be late for an appointment with the earth. I'm thinking: she can't have left!
One day, two days, three days ... she still didn't come. I didn't know if she would play hide-and-seek with me, so I went out to look for spring. Suddenly a green light flashed before my eyes. When you look closer, it turns out to be a new bud, a newly sprouted branch. It's so small and oily that people can't put it down. Suddenly a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering. Small bud is unbearable and shivering, and I am worried about its fate.
The next day, I saw it again It still stands tenaciously and grows up a lot. I thought it wouldn't last a day, but it held on. A few days later, it has grown into a small piece, and spring can probably stimulate the full potential of plants! Otherwise, how can this little leaf grow healthily? Of course, with the help of the wind, the wind attacked it unscrupulously, leaving it scarred, but it competed with the wind, and steel was made in this way.
I can't help thinking of Hawking. He was defeated by ruthless fate, but he didn't give in. He lost his voice because of pneumonia and was fixed in a wheelchair because of lateral sclerosis and muscle contraction. Nevertheless, he persisted and made great achievements.
Looking for spring, I understand a truth, happy days can not exercise people, only in the difficult fire and the sudden cooling of life, can be refined into real steel!
The four seasons are equivalent to one cycle. Winter is the end or withering. Spring is the beginning and also the recovery. A reincarnation has passed, and it is another reincarnation. Have their roots changed in this endless movement? Are they still so busy? That fear?
Some people say that the beginning of spring is the blooming of peach blossoms. Every year, a peach blossom always smiles for the first time. To face this beautiful beginning, maybe she is pink and lovely. Like a naive child. Even though he is a child. Under the peach tree, the smile on his face is getting brighter and brighter. My eyes are getting better and better. Or maybe he's white. White and thorough, white and enchanting, someone thought of his purity. His simplicity, his chastity and self-control. In my eyes, peach blossoms are completely different. His cuteness is shown in the front. His noble sentiments are hidden in it. How many white peach blossoms are there in this pink white?
Spring is the most ordinary but not vulgar. Only grass. In the early spring, the head of the grass has come out and the figure of the grass has appeared in front of people. He was there in the first spring rain. People look at peach blossoms and have him, but that's the back, but he still smiles, because she doesn't want her to have only the back and eventually become the shadow of spring. But the world has changed ... He used to be the receiver of spring. He used to be a supporter behind Chunhua. He has been drenched in all the spring rains, and he has felt the touch of the spring breeze ... but he is not proud of it, just smiles when he recalls it, and now the proportion of appearance is important.
The appearance of peach blossoms, although beautiful and faithful, although ordinary, is optimistic, which is their firm belief in facing the world! They just want to-
In your ear, quietly tell you: spring is coming!
The song is euphemistic, and suddenly it comes. Looking up, the willow by the window has sprouted. Is that you? Spring.
Spring has arrived, it should be spring, and the weather is still not getting warmer. "It's really cold today!" "Walking on the side of the road, passers-by passing by will always say so.
"What are you painting in this weather? Just draw at home! " I kept muttering in my mouth. "Look at you ..." My mother chattered again. The cold wind blew and whistled straight into my neck, so I couldn't help wrapping my clothes again.
When I arrived at the park, I looked around. There were few people, and I felt helpless. Spring, the season when everything is revived, should be the warm sunshine shining quietly on the earth, and all kinds of flowers are growing. However, should spring be like this now? What's the point of sketching without flowers and plants? Endless melancholy in my heart.
I slumped on the bench, put my sketch book aside and shouted, "I'm not painting, so what spring are you looking for?" There is no life at all, just give up! "Mother looked at me quietly, then leaned down to pick up the drawing board and said slowly," Then stop drawing, let's go for a walk. "
She took my hand. "Look there, that tree has so many leaves!" "But I'm not interested in that tree. On the contrary, a touch of red under that tree attracted me. What is that?
I went up to him and carefully pulled open the grass. That's a rose! "Hey, Mom, there are Chinese roses here!" My mother leaned down and was as surprised as I was: "Really, look at your eyes, there are still some hidden in the grass!" " Look! "I found so many Chinese rose flowers, and my mood gradually improved. Suddenly, there was another strong wind, and the petals of that rose were blown off. I just wanted to go forward to protect it and was stopped by my mother. " You won't affect its growth. The problems you have to face will always be solved by yourself, so it is necessary for Rose to live for a long time, understand? "Seemingly ordinary things, but contains such a truth. The mood of this day is stirring repeatedly. This is the spring I am looking for. Pick up the brush and draw this moment.
The meaning of spring is not necessarily as beautiful as I thought, but it also proves that "true beauty is discovered through the heart" in The Little Prince.