Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Zhang Zhi in He Yong Liu
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Wang Anshi, Dengguazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Liuyueye
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Chun Xue Han Yu
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
Duchunmu Jiangnan
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
The poem about spring is 1. Spring is late and flowers and trees are in full bloom.
The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely. "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya Out of the Car" II. It's mid-spring, and the Yanghe River rises.
Historical Records of Qin Shihuang Biography 3. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. Han Yuefu's ancient words "Long Songs" 4. The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant.
Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Three Golden Baiqi Dances" 5. In February and March in spring, grass and water are the same color. The old saying of Yuzhu in Jin Yuefu 6. The Spring Festival Evening is green and the rocks are high and white.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun entered the mouth of Lipeng Lake. 7. Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds. Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty 8. Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian.
Nan tiao "Go to Sanshan and Return to Wangjing Town Late" 9. One message is that it will be sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring will be twice as good next year. In Du Fu's Spring in Beijing 10, white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and spring is in the wild plum river.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. Du Fu's "Looking at the Early Spring Tour in Lucheng in Jinling" 1 1, Jasper is dressed as a tapestry of countless strands of green silk.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Tanghe Zhangzhi 12, Hualin Sweep, the grass is still alive.
Tang Meng Haoran's Searching for Nine Towns in Happy Wang in Spring 13. In February, the lake was clear and everyone sang in spring. Tang Yu's "Seeking Spring in Nine Towns of Happy Wang".
3. Poetry and prose about spring
There was a loud noise at first.
Wake me up from my dream
Covered with sporadic Mao Mao rain.
Step on the soft soil.
Walking on a small river.
Grass crept out of the mud by the roadside.
Play hide-and-seek with me
A shy smile appeared on the green velvet face.
The water in the river is singing a cheerful tune.
There are several red, green and flowered ones-
Fish are chasing each other.
Look who jumped over the dragon gate.
Golden rape blossoms are in full bloom in the fields.
Angered by a swarm of bees, they are more beautiful and proud of each other.
The ornamental agricultural and forestry garden on the hillside
Plum blossoms with trembling wind and proud snow
White pear, pink peach. ...
Such as proud as a peacock, gorgeous and fragrant.
I open my arms.
Take a deep breath of fresh air.
Moist and delicious
Be intoxicated by the colorful scenery.
At this time, there was a flute in the distance.
Took me to the east end of the river.
It's a child with a schoolbag and a piccolo.
Sitting on the back of a buffalo, blowing "Entering a New Era"
I quickened my pace and came to the bridge.
An old farmer waved a whip tip tied with a red rope.
Till the fields under the peach garden
A flock of swallows are sucking the soil.
Fly into the courtyard in pairs through the willows.
A few little girls
Wearing a red model costume
Making seedbed
A pair of little hands are so busy.
Weave a colorful net
I was humming "Song of the Four Seasons" while weaving a net.
The season of the year is spring.
The highlight of the day is in the morning. ...
The gentle morning breeze echoed in the air.
Yes, there is no net woven by spring valley.
Where is Brother Qiu's cabin for loading fish?
No spring buds
Where are the fruits of autumn?
There is no rain in Mao Mao in spring.
Where is the autumn sunshine?
Bang! Another crisp whip tip
Like the horn of a March, it echoes in my ears.
It's time to catch up with spring
Speed up the pace and build a nest of harvest
4. 1 to grade 6: two primary school names of poems after spring, summer, autumn and winter by 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia)
Summer:
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
Autumn: 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: "Farmers")
Winter: 1. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)'
2. The autumn moon is covered with clouds, and the winter ridge is cold and pine. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons)
3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: The Storm on October 28th)
Prose about spring suitable for middle school students is just around the corner, and now it is a scene of spring returning to the earth. Look at the swallows chasing in mid-air, green fields, a pool of spring water, and busy calves and farmers ... don't these all indicate that spring has been born?
It is always difficult to get rid of the coat worn in winter in spring, and more sunshine is needed to be considered a complete merit. But spring is always in sight, just like an old saying: if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Seeing that spring is a good time to go for an outing, March has come and the spring breeze is blowing, and I always feel so young. Go for a walk in the fields, hum a tune or two, and say hello to the village aunt by the pond. The atmosphere is warm.
I always feel that there is mud in the country to bless! Because when the weather changes, the smell of the earth reveals fragrance and warmth. Maybe you hate the rainy days in the country, but as long as you let go of your footsteps and add some naughty emotions when you were a child to be naughty, I believe you will feel that this mud has been growing up with you, and you will also feel how heavy and glorious the homesickness brought by this mud when holding you.
Of course, mud is not particularly fun, because there are other things to set off. If you add some kites, the mood will be more delicious than the lawns and villas of Great Britain in the Atlantic Ocean. March is coming, so it's just an outing without brand-name shoes. I want to remind you: don't forget to bring a kite when you go out!
Kite is like your ideal, flying in the blue sky, blowing the March wind, with your sincere dreams. It reminds you of your childhood dreams. It may make you feel like a dream that your childhood is gone forever. It's just a feeling, but we still have to pick up the trivial things in life and live as usual.
That pool of spring water is not just a duck prophet, is it Fish swimming in the water play in groups, like a group of curious urchins. Their happiness is telling you: contentment is always happy.
That year, that river, that willow tree, that peach blossom, that teenager, they are still with you now. It's just that the laughter on the river bank has changed its role and is no longer performed by itself. When you hear the laughter of these new boys, you will feel that your own laughter has become hoarse now ... that willow tree is no longer swaying, and the enthusiasm of those peach blossoms is gradually buried in your heart, and you can only recall it. However, they saw the hardships you experienced, and they saw your bravery. You just found out, ah, you have grown up! This year's peach blossoms are still in full bloom and the color is fiery red. You smiled.
It is another spring, but the mother's hand, father's back and the fate of spring are getting farther and farther away. Along the way, for their children, life has deviated from spring one after another. I always think that my mother will always be young and will not get old; I always thought that my father was still the young man who went to school with his back on his back and would not be old. But they dedicated spring to our children. Dad, mom, I hope that one day, I can send another spring to your life, so that mom's loving smile is filled with spring-like pink and dad's back is as bright and charming as spring.
A year's plan lies in spring! Seize an early spring and set foot on the first spring of life as soon as possible. I have plenty of spring breath and spring-like confidence ... the unruly train honked to urge me to get on. I looked at the direction of my hometown, made a deep farewell look, shook my fist, and acquiesced in a wish for spring: I want to repay this spring cycle with spring-like brilliant achievements!
6. Poems written by Zhu Ziqing: Spring, clearness, haste Spring is looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
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.
With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of 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 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 her 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 annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, 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. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "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, waist and feet. He led us forward. Swallows have gone in a hurry, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again.
But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
I can't help bursting into tears. Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut.
The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes.
I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day.
I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? Green is ancient. Only Wang Anshi will think hard about "spring breeze, green Jiang Nanan" and the word "green"; Only Li Qingzhao will be infinitely sentimental to the depths of Haitang outside the window. "You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "
Green is their soul, green is their emotion and green is the root of their poetry. Green belongs to our predecessors.
Only Zhu Ziqing will have the desire to "fan your entrance" in the face of all kinds of green oil; Only Zong Pu will face the West Lake's green chant "Green is the color of life". Is green today? I don't know.
I only remember not living in the countryside, where there are mountains of pines and cypresses, green fields and green rivers. Only by feeling green can people relax and eliminate fatigue.
So, at that time, green became the color I worshipped. I just didn't know whether Zhu Ziqing's "Green" or Zong Pu's "Green of the West Lake" at that time. I just shook my head and recited the poems of the ancients. I can't appreciate and taste them, only know that there is such a magical color in the world.
However, when I read "green", there was no green in front of me, and it was gray everywhere. Nowadays, people have become more and more accustomed to praising themselves with gray cement, even praising their hearts.
Therefore, we can only hold the book and watch the "gray" sigh. That feeling is like a crying baby, held down by a "cruel" doctor, pouring a spoonful of bitter medicine from that open mouth ... Maybe there is still green in a corner of the city, but it may be just a luxury.
With the distance between people getting farther and farther, people's hearts begin to "desert" gradually. The desert heart, cold face and indifferent smile all give people a feeling like a grain of sand blowing into their eyes. But Green is not dead.
As long as we work together, I believe that the desert will retreat a little and the oasis in people's hearts will gradually moisten. Let the heart turn green, let the green become new.
Let green multiply and extend in harmony. Looking forward to green can belong to the present, and green also belongs to future generations.
7. Modern Poetry in Spring: Dedicated to Spring
Equatorial warm wind
Can't stand the temptation of the ancient Great Wall.
Pick up the green carpet
face north
Spread out quietly
It embraces spring.
Like a newborn baby
Suck the milk of time
Egged on by sunny mother-in-law
Seize naughtily
Siberian cold beard
Swing and play.
It jumps and jumps.
With a fiery chest
Melting ice and snow
blush
Give generously to Taolin.
And tied smoke gauze around his neck.
I accidentally threw it away.
Wrapped in countless rivers
Winding under a thousand peaks
Yaner chased him up.
Stumbling steps
sweep past
Moisten things with silent sweat drops.
Tear off a piece of white clouds
Help it write down natural replacement.
seasonal variation
Charming fairy tales