Have you ever written a composition in your daily study, work and life? Prose often uses narrative, explanation, lyricism, discussion, description and other expressions. What kind of prose is really good prose? The following is Zhu Ziqing's prose "Spring" compiled by Bian Xiao. Welcome to reading. I hope you like it.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring 1
After reading the article "Spring", I have a deep feeling that spring is a starting point. As long as the perfect start, the future is infinitely beautiful. "Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is near. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are wet, the water is rising, and the sun is crimson ―― Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, who leads us forward. " . What a poetic article! Spring is the season when everything recovers, when the grass grows, the warblers fly and the flowers blossom, and when everything is full of vitality.
After reading this article, I couldn't help being fascinated by the author's superb writing skills, as if I had been taken to a paradise. The tender green grass is all over the fields, and the children are playing carefree. Peach, apricot and pear trees are all full of flowers, and all kinds of flowers are scattered on the grass, like eyes and stars, blinking. "Blowing your face is not cold, willow wind", the wind caresses you like a mother, mixed with the smell of earth, grass and flowers. Rain is the most common in spring, like ox hair and flower needles, which awakens everything that "a year's plan lies in spring", and spring can make people feel refreshed. Spring is a beginning, just beginning, some work, some hope, spring is like a newborn doll, new from head to toe, it grows; Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Seize the opportunity of spring and continue to advance to a new stage. As long as you are willing to work hard, success is yours! The previous setbacks and losses have been blown away by the spring breeze, and what comes before you is a new beginning. Everything before has long since become history. Spring is a starting line. Come on, your start will be perfect. Our motherland should also be like spring, like a dragon hovering in the east, and one day it will "fly high"!
After reading this article, I deeply realized that spring is like an uncultivated virgin land. As long as you work hard in spring, autumn will be fruitful!
The second chapter of Zhu Ziqing's prose Spring
Walking in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's pen is like walking into a forest. The sky overhead is covered with trees, but there is a lazy and natural and harmonious light in the forest. It is not a gorgeous lighting, but a soft color that reflects the author's inner feelings. Red, pink, orange, blue, indigo, cyan and purple, so I seem to have been to many different worlds.
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"Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered and had a green time; The peach blossoms thank and bloom again. " I learned this article in a hurry in primary school. In that young and innocent world, the more than 3000 days we spent in Chinese textbooks were condensed into a number, and then one day we added one to this number. After last month, we completely forgot about it. It's all like this. However, time is still passing, and the days are still moving in the opposite direction from day to day. Then we passed the fifth grade, passed the sixth grade, and now we are going to enter high school again. Sometimes I really think the speed of light is incredible. No matter how happy and sad we are, no matter how we kneel down and pray for more time, time will continue to run indifferently, and then we will suddenly realize that we will start to work hard and learn to race at the same speed or faster than time.
Sometimes we will win, and we have paid too much in a limited time. At this time, there is a wonderful sense of accomplishment. But this persistence is really difficult. Many times, before the time is up, I have made a timetable with great interest. I keep encouraging and comforting myself, "I have made a plan according to my own ability, and I will definitely finish it!" When I am in a good mood, I am also interested in adding beautiful lace to my schedule. But the plan can't keep up with the change, the deadline has passed, and the mood is getting worse. There are few red tick marks on the schedule. what can I do? There are too many temptations. They are always too good to themselves, and feel that they can't stand the injustice, so they obey their wishes.
Therefore, after I passed 15 in June, my goal for the new year is to learn how to use my time and make myself proud of my successful efforts! Let's race against time, then run through time in small steps, then run a long distance in big strides, and go back to enjoy the joy of victory!
Chapter 3 of Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring
If there is an article that is most suitable for reading in spring, it can read the ultimate beauty, melt your heart warmly and make your eyes full of tears, it should be Zhu Ziqing's Spring. Please imagine: in the cold and snowy winter, the heart is as dry and dead as the eyes, looking forward to monotony and loneliness, and even looking forward to despair. Suddenly, hula, wonders of heaven and earth, gorgeous colors, brilliant brilliance, crisp sound, clear fragrance and sweet smile swarmed around us. Oh, who can't sing happily when reading Spring?
"Spring" brings us a feeling of life, an awakening of the softest part of the soul. Every word in it jumps out of the water like a fish. They followed the footsteps of spring, awakened our feeling of silence, walked out of the gloomy realm of despair, and went to the hope paradise where we could smile and sing heartily. This is my strongest feeling when I read Spring again today, which I didn't have before.
In more than one place, I read about the spring in the eyes of others and was assimilated by the aesthetics of structure, language and emotion. More than once, from this perspective, I took my children to walk in the spring and let them read, enjoy and experience. The childlike voice adds a breath of spring to the classroom, so I am naturally proud of the "success" of teaching. However, I have never touched my children. Quite simply, it is Zhu Ziqing's own spring, and it is an article called Spring.
Chapter 4 of Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring
Spring is looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up. I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains were moist, 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 quiet 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. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
There is no cold willow breeze blowing, yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind smells of new digging, mixed with the smell of grass, and all kinds of flowers are brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends and friends flaunts his clear voice to sing tactfully, echoing the breeze and flowing water from afar. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common. It lasts for three or two days at a time. 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 roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Everyone, 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, which has just begun. Some are kung fu and some are 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.
Chapter 5 of Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring
The smile of spring overflows the sky of Shan Ye, overflows the pavilion face, and the willow branches begin to spit golden buds, like a thousand goose yellow eyebrows, shallow and light, and green as jade powder is evenly distributed on the cheeks of spring. The water melts and the ice disappears, the wind is soft and the clouds are floating, the spring is getting stronger, the family is warm, and the outline of early spring has been clearly formed.
In the growth of fine grass, dreams fly gently, and spring opens the door, haunting my feelings and surrounding my love.
Huang Yingying has charming primroses, azaleas and white cherry blossoms.
The first sentence I learned when I was born was "A year's plan lies in spring". At that time, I didn't understand the connotation and power of this motto, so I rashly wasted the glory of the morning sun and easily squandered the glory of the sunset glow. Now, the spring breeze has slipped away from the branches of spring, how many winters and summers have passed, and how many forehead wrinkles have been drawn on my forehead, before I know the rapidity of spring.
Beautiful spring flowers bloom in the hope of the heart, mighty horses gallop on the vast plains, and the feelings of cherishing spring are full in the early spring, and they have been labeled as unremitting registered trademarks.
Cherish spring is often afraid of early flowers. If you want to finish a project, start work in early spring. If you want to finish a plan, draw it in early spring. If you want to finish a paper, brew it in early spring. If you want to sow in early spring, sow hope in early spring, sow diligence in early spring, fly your wishes in early spring and wait for the golden harvest.
Spring sings in the warm wind and rolls on the grass tips. I believe that you feel the breath of spring like me, and you stand out with the pace of spring.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring 6
Nenjiang, whose expression was pale and stiff for a winter, finally showed a watery expression showing all kinds of tenderness under people's expectation. It is the ancient style described in the poet Yao Yajun's elder sister "On both sides of the Chunjiang River" that "the rain clears up, and in spring, the ice barrier blocks the clouds". Explosions broke out one after another, the winter snow was gone, and the rain poured down. "The situation. Although winter has made her look thin, as the old saying goes, bones don't worry about meat. I believe that it won't be long before the spring rain will moisten her more plump and delicate.
It seems that the weather can't turn around for a while, or it will be unhappy for a while and mirth for a while. That's right. Isn't it spring? How to give the season a space to change and adapt?
The earth, which has just taken off its white mask, is greedily breathing the fresh air replaced by the cold wind, and there are obviously some healthy sweat marks on the excited dark skin. Those young grass with stubble didn't dare to come out at once, just found a sunny place and quietly leaned out their little heads. Looking at the follow-up news of spring through the wind, some are happy and some are uneasy. They seem to be holding their breath, and once it is confirmed that spring really brings warmth and humidity, they will grow wildly.
People on holiday, especially young men, women and children, have long forgotten that the spring breeze is still cool. Everyone took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes that had been covered for several months and put on spring clothes. Looking up, the city and streets are colorful. This consciously dresses up a vibrant northern spring in advance.
The spring in Nenjiang, my hometown, is like this, as described in the poem "Spring in May" by the poet Zhang Haiyao's sister: after the rain, the sun shines high and the wind in May blows head-on. Who says the end of the world is coming, and Chun Yan is still going north? Another example is the poet Long Hao's Late Spring: Grain Rain, the ancient post station, is not open, and Tsinghua, Shui Mu is foggy. Shuang Yanzi muttered, "Not all fences fly to my house." .
Hearing and seeing all this, who can say that spring in the north is late? Isn't that delightful?
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring 7
The shocking spring thunder woke the earth with a bang, with flowers in full bloom and birds singing and flowers fragrant. People happily go to the fields to sow seeds.
The first rain in spring, on the tile house in the countryside, rows of bricks are like the phalanx of the parade ground, with exciting songs and dripping rain, heading for the hope of the future. It has been raining, and the dead leaves on the trees are falling in every corner of the yard. The moss on the wall is oily and tender, and small earthworms roll and shake in the soil.
In the pond outside the door, the green grass is connected into a dense mass, frogs are crawling and screaming like guards, and the rain, thunder, wind, frogs and voices are endless.
In the distant field, in the misty fog, the shadow wearing a raincoat is humming a peasant ditty, rolling up his sleeves and sowing seeds. The scene in "Cultivation" is like a fine horse, with pen and ink on paper.
The rain stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky moved away, revealing the blue like sea water. The bright sunshine enters the window sill of every household and gently pushes open the window door. The warm and beautiful light is printed on the happy face, and the fresh breath enters the sleeping hair follicle. Looking out, colorful silks and satins cross the water and sky over there.
In the countryside and alleys, groups of children ran happily to the grass, laughing and jumping. In this way, spring quietly sowed happy buds on the earth and kept growing.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" 8
I have always liked one word-cutting the wind. Imagine that the word "scissors" should come from a clever mouth, spit it out gently, show your teeth slightly, and slide it skillfully to the tip of your tongue. Two words, like crystal pomegranate seeds, jumped out briskly. Invisible, colorless and tasteless wind, colorful and fragrant, seems to make people see skirts fluttering on the beach and orioles passing by in the wind among green willows.
Scissors, like a child's birth name, are crisp and tender, which makes people cherish. Wind is man's closest companion. In our rich language, the wind also has many friendly nicknames.
Warmth is the name of the south of spring breeze. Like a small jasper, she has a kind face, likes to whisper and breathe freely. With the most meticulous mind, with a small pair of scissors in my hand, I cut off the green buds on the willow tips, and the spring is shy and astringent. Warm spring breeze, then raise your hand, spring will become a new bride, lift the veil, trim your eyebrows and eyes, and naturally shine suddenly.
Hao Hao is the gesture of spring breeze in the north. Running all the way, tearing off the pale gray flag in the winter sky, caught a river of spring water that had been imprisoned for a long time, and then showed a bright smile. Spring, like this, comes as a winner. When they came, they dominated the mountains and battlements. Even the people of the Li nationality knelt down and put on their spring clothes, singing and dancing, and singing spring carols.
Cool breeze is the most refreshing word in summer. The cicadas in the afternoon are monotonous and lengthy. At this time, the wind at the tip of the forest began to sing quietly, and for a while, it seemed to come from a distant seaside, stained with cool water vapor, and slipped comfortably from the skin. All the boredom was blown away at once. Summer night, grandma's cattail leaf fan shakes, which is also a cool breeze blowing gently. Those distant and mysterious stories are slowly blowing under the starry sky.
What about autumn? Autumn wind is the most free and easy, like Li Bai's poem, wanting to go to the sky. Whispering is the milk name of autumn wind. Autumn wind, a young lang with fresh clothes and angry horses, raised his whip and shouted, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Walking around the field in the autumn wind, all grains, fruits and vegetables are brushed and dyed with a mature charm. Autumn wind is the most romantic band in nature. As soon as the melodious prelude was played, people were intoxicated in the colorful chorus.
Autumn wind, at midnight on a certain day, gives a slight sigh and completes the transition from rustling to rustling. Se se is a tired guest after the night rain in the Jianghu. My life's lofty sentiments and dreams have been delivered to Sasha Vujacic, leaving me with only a vacuum cleaner. Autumn wind blows, leaves fall, grass withers, and naturally you will look at the world flow with a puzzled attitude. Calm and stable, a little lost and sorry. Se se, it is a pair of trembling hands, the veins stood out of the years, climbing on it, bleak and cold. Life is to experience such cold years. Only in this way can we know more about the joys and sorrows of life.
Fierce, should belong to winter, with burning passion like fire, with the power to collide and sweep everything. The west wind, the north wind and the northwest wind all have the sound of hunting, which makes people hear the sound of flags flying. The strong wind condensed into a stream and became a sharp roar. Flying past my ear like an arrow is frightening. The wind is like a distant whistle, from far to near, reminiscent of the ancient battlefield. The setting sun is like blood, and the wind is cold. At this time, the vast world has the clearest echo, which is the language of the fierce west wind.
Feng is a wandering child in a vast territory, with an unrestrained and free soul, but he is so naughty and willful, sometimes docile, sometimes surly and sometimes violent. The wind has blown many things from ancient times to the present. Many stories in the wind have also passed away. The wind has been hiding behind the noise, fueling all the stories. If Dongfeng doesn't follow Zhou Lang, the words in the history books will appear in different ways, and the fate of those heroes who stand at the forefront of the historical trend will be subverted.
The breeze of the years slowly turns the pages of history, and the story of precipitation ripples slightly, as if the wind had crossed the lake. I don't know how people discovered the existence of wind at the earliest time. Who first called out Feng's real name? In a tone of calling for a baby. Voice calling, stepping on different drums, coming from distant years, stopping for a moment, driving the chariot of years and heading for the distance.
Call the name of the wind lightly, chase the footsteps of the wind, experience the cycle of season after season, and let the years in the wind fly bit by bit.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring 9
These four sisters have their own characteristics in spring, summer, autumn and winter, forming various seasons, and spring is even bigger.
Spring is a warm season. She is a pregnant woman herself, and everything in the world is in her belly. When she was pregnant in October, she gave birth to nature from her stomach, and she nurtured the growth of nature with her energetic "milk".
Her milk is the familiar spring rain.
The spring rain in March and April fluttered in the breeze. Spring generously gave her rain to the creatures of nature, but she quietly left without waiting for the return, letting the hot summer lead them. When nature was "asleep" by the cold wind again, she came again, awakened nature again, and left again, repeating and never ending.
Chun is not only a good mother, but also a hairdresser. When the willow was still growing, she used his invisible scissors to cut off the hair of the willow bit by bit, making their hair black and green. People often attribute this to summer, but they don't know that spring laid the foundation for them when they were young, but she never accepted this honor and always let the hot summer collect it.
In spring, her wind moistens people's hearts and lungs. Whenever people survive the winter, she will pour out the spring breeze in her bag to moisten the earth. When spring comes, I often swim in the forest and enjoy everything around me. The grass moistened by the spring breeze dances with the spring breeze, as if the spring breeze had given them new life. The wind blew through the Woods, letting go of its long-hidden voice, "brush brush" listen! The Woods are singing for spring.
Spring, like a cup of warm water, moistens the cold soul.