Hearing: Thousands of bees are screaming, and butterflies of all sizes are flying around, crisp and bright.
Smell: Flowers are sweet. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, pears and new smells.
Touch: The third nature festival didn't pay attention to the fourth nature festival: "Blowing your face is not cold, and the breeze sends you cool", right, just like mom's hand touching you.
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Vision is the subjective feeling that the peripheral sensory organs (eyes) of the visual system receive electromagnetic wave stimulation in a certain wavelength range in the external environment, and it is encoded and analyzed by the relevant parts of the center.
The theme of this article is yearning for the realm of freedom. Although Zhu Ziqing lived in the dirty and dark old China at that time, his spiritual world was clear and his spirit was still upward.
Zhu Ziqing wrote his healthy and noble aesthetic taste, infinite love for beautiful things and unremitting pursuit of life ideals into the article. Melt into a poetic language. Therefore, the whole article is full of profound poetry and has produced enduring artistic charm.
Zhu Ziqing (1898165438+1October 22-1August 948 12), formerly known as Huazi, was renamed as Ziqing with some conditions. China modern essayist, poet, scholar and democracy fighter.
Originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, I was born in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province (now Pingming Town, Donghai County, Lianyungang City), and later settled in Yangzhou with my grandfather and father, calling myself "I am from Yangzhou". 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".
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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 in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", 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, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing 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, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and 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.
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