Touch spring
When it comes to spring, you think of green. Green symbolizes exuberant vitality, struggle and progress, and the bud of new things. Looking at this green, I seem to smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, and my heart is full of freshness and comfort with the rhythm of flowers and plants.
The sky in spring, sometimes without a cloud, is like a piece of pure white paper, so white that people can't bear to draw; Sometimes, it seems to be washed again, and You Lan is refreshing.
Walking in the field, I can't help smelling the softness of the soil. It does not have the attractive and rich fragrance of roses, nor the elegant fragrance of jasmine, but it has a natural and intoxicating taste. Stepping on soft soil makes people feel like stepping on a soft carpet, which is comfortable and comfortable. Perhaps in front of this land, many tenacious lives will be bred, and I am looking forward to it.
Slow down, I think of spring and feel that spring is created. In this way, some people may laugh. Spring is the alternation of four seasons, which is an inevitable law. How can we create it? But touch spring gently, and you will find that it is indeed created by all living things and nature.
Although spring is beautiful, the harvest of a year is precipitated in early spring, which is the season of gestation and creation. It can bring pressure as well as motivation.
Open your heart, touch the soft spring, and face the sea full of spring flowers. Freeze your heart in this colorful, waiting for the beauty of spring, looking forward to the legend of spring, feeling the tranquility of spring, waiting for the heart of spring. ......
Prose recitation about spring
Chun 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 tender green grass crawled out of the ground. 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 light and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. 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. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking and blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind smells of earth, mixed with the smell of grass and all kinds of flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo 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 a cow, like a 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 enough to stare at your eyes. In the evening, a small yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields wearing their 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" is just the beginning, and there are still many efforts and hopes.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl walking with a beautiful smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Selected readings of spring prose
Spring, drifting away.
Spring breeze always awakens my memory with extremely sensational colors and revives the vitality of life with the perseverance of burning grass.
Rain flies in front of Xinghua Mountain, snow falls in the pear garden, pink noodles in Taohua Village and light flowers behind the eaves of Indus; Every flower is the most flexible string, and every fragrance is the most emotional movement. However, when the flowers are all over the floor and the dew of the grass wets the rags of the flowers, who can keep the brilliant footsteps of spring? Who can live forever in spring?
Is it the white lotus held high in the lotus pond in summer? Its clean body, clinging to my breath, can restore the original fragrance of spring? What's more, the years are ruthless, just lust. How can it know the painstaking efforts of a lotus seed?
Spring prose recitation
Is it a chrysanthemum in autumn in Ao Shuang? On the south mountain full of thorns, a series of frost pricks pushed open the thatched cottage where no one had set foot, leaned out of the fence and held out a chrysanthemum devoutly, pinned it in my bun. Can its golden color restore the fresh and tender muscle capacity in spring? The autumn wind and autumn rain are worried about killing people. That nasty autumn will not pity me and hurt me, but collect my tears of loving spring and cherishing spring.
Or, is it a snowflake in winter? And its fragrance is dust-free and elegant, can it romantic the fairy-like world of spring? Moreover, snowflakes have been ignored for so many years. Last winter, for example, I didn't stand on the threshold of spring until I exhausted all my expectations. In spring, will it wait as patiently as I do? Will it stop to watch the snow melt?
Always remember the short time when the flowers were hidden without a trace; It is always when the running water takes away the last piece of spring red that I think of that splendid time. Shan Ye yellow flowers, catkins by the river, all the colorful fragrance related to colors are blurred in the back of spring, but they are getting deeper and deeper, and they miss each other more and more.
Now, standing at the head of the village in spring, my tears often bloom into clouds, and my feelings are often driven to pieces by a debt. I would rather be silent than expose my heart, for fear that once I open my heart, countless painful thorns will fly out and hurt the eyes of flower lovers.
Be careful to be cut into a lock by the wind blade. It hurts to death. Years have painstakingly carved the complete appearance of spring into a bud and hidden it in my heart. Only above the apex, a deep red, arbitrary. Spring is drifting away, and how should I choose my life? ...