Spring breeze prose: spring breeze
"Flowers bloom and fall in March, and the long grass warbler flies drunk in the spring breeze", and the beautiful you riding in the spring breeze quietly falls in my heart like a fairy. The spring breeze let me unload my bloated cotton-padded clothes, and you unloaded my inner heaviness with that gentle care. Let me enjoy the breath and happiness of this spring with pleasant relaxation and beautiful vision.
Sitting alone beside the noble blooming lilies on the guqin platform, the spring breeze comes slowly in the warm sunshine, and the wicker on the other side blows gently with the wind, just as charming as your long hair. The soft and warm wind obviously brings your tenderness and love. I stretch out my hands, eager to catch this spring breeze, but it seems to be deliberately teasing me, suddenly slipping away and suddenly coming back, as naughty and lovely as you. Feng, do you know that I want to keep that beautiful girl? The wind, with silky tenderness, has told me how to keep you.
A few birds in the distance are jumping on the branches full of peach blossoms, sometimes spreading their wings, sometimes talking happily, sometimes crisp and sometimes tactfully. Peach blossom is as delicate and charming as you, but it is less elegant and quiet. My dear, do you know that whenever I feel the fragrance of this hopeful spring girl, I think you are better than that delicate peach blossom, noble lily and pure and quiet cherry blossom ... I have prayed countless times that I can become that bird, sing and dance for you, or perch on a distant branch and wait for you quietly. ...
Unconsciously, I felt a little tired. I buried my head in my knees and let my thoughts wander in a dream and waking state. In the dim light, I saw you standing under the willow tree by the small pond, playfully throwing stones at the small fish swimming in the pond, and I picked up wild leeks in the golden rape field. I seem to smell a dinner full of wild leeks.
I also saw the shadow outside that window. There is a you and a me. ...
Spring breeze prose: spring breeze
The spring breeze rippled and stayed in the fields, not knowing what to say. It's like trying to revive everything. No, it should be the messenger of life, awakening the sleeping life and bringing vitality to the earth.
Lenger walked on a quiet path, and the spring breeze gently touched her face, so light. Lenggeer leaned against the tree and whispered. Spring is coming, should I go? '
Lenger looked at the white earth with sadness in his eyes. She bent down and faced the white snow that had not evaporated on the white earth.
Cher, Cher, should I go? '
Lengge's face flashed a weak smile.
Snow White didn't answer. Perhaps it wants to answer, but it has no ability to answer.
Maybe, Lenger, you should go. Just woke up, Mrs. Tree carefully raised some cold air.
Grandma, Leng Er likes it here, but Leng Er doesn't want to leave. Lenger's tears came down. She really likes everything here, even more than herself.
Hanzi, you call it Hanzi. I've heard of you. Look at the snow melting, and the spring breeze is coming. Do you know what this means? Mother-in-law Shu doesn't want to cry.
Spring has come, but winter is really beautiful, isn't it? Cold son don't understand.
Humans like winter very much. They like skating, but look at the grass and flowers beside you. Spring has come, they have won new opportunities, and they are looking forward to seeing you next winter. "Mother-in-law shu carefully leads to some cold air.
Lenger didn't answer. She didn't know how to answer, but when the spring breeze flashed before her eyes, the grass broke through the ground and the wicker showed its buds. All these scenes appeared in front of Lenger.
The spring tinkled in the canyon, as if to tell Lenger through unremitting efforts that the world needs spring and winter.
Spring breeze stopped dancing, and she walked beside Lenggeer and whispered. Leng Er, spring, summer and autumn are indispensable in this world. Look at the weather, everything becomes comfortable, sleepy bears are looking for hives, and hibernating animals are out. '
But winter is not as good as spring. Don't people like winter? Lenger bowed his head.
People like it very much in winter. You see those hibernating animals have been busy for three seasons. In winter, they can have a good sleep. This is a very happy thing. Spring breeze is like a cold son explaining.
I see, the spring breeze, like Lenggeer, is the messenger of the seasons, and each season has its own benefits. Lenger showed her most beautiful smile.
The spring breeze left, and she left with confidence.
A wisp of smoke appeared on the roof of the farmhouse in the distance, with a strong pastoral atmosphere.
I would like to turn into a wisp of smoke and dance for you. '
Lenger finally left because she understood a truth that she had never understood before.
Spring breeze prose: spring breeze
It happened to be beginning of spring that day and I was in a good mood. I went to the post office to buy something. There are not many people in the post office. In front of him is a young man who is sending money home, and behind him is an old man of about 70 years old, wearing a pair of reading glasses and in rags. He must have come to collect the remittance from his children. He still had a newspaper in his hand, and I glanced at it, which I had never seen before. The old man's coat was stained with oil, so I couldn't help standing a little further. I wear MP3 headphones to listen to music. The old man suddenly reached out and I took off my headphones. He said, "Girl, please help me with that money order." I took one to him, and he said, "Girl, can you write it for me? When people are old, wearing reading glasses is afraid of making mistakes. " I was a little helpless, but I had to do the same when I saw his pleading. "Where to send it?" I asked. "Just send it to the address printed in the newspaper," he said, pointing to a palm-sized article. I quickly finished reading the article-it turned out to be a village girl. Her parents had an accident on their way to the county to sell vegetables. So far, the driver hasn't heard from him, so he has to live with his grandmother in his 80 s, and the tuition and living expenses are not enough. "Poor thing!" The old man said. "Lie to you, grandpa. This must be a scam. I don't even have a photo. How can I believe it? " The old man is stubborn: "It must be true. I have sent it before, and people have written back. You say, if there is a way, who will beg you? Must be a hurdle. Right, girl? " I looked up at the old man who suddenly touched me. He is ugly and his outstretched hand is old. The old man sighed and said, "When I was a child, my family was poor. If others hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have lived to this day. It is natural for people to help others. The ancients said,' Give me a peach and repay it with Qiong Yao'. " I dialed the number of that newspaper to be on the safe side. Not only do they know the old man's name, but they also say that he sends money every month, and they are very grateful to him. The old man's monthly retirement salary is only 500 yuan, but the money he paid that day was 300 yuan! I'm a little shocked. 300 yuan doesn't matter to us, but it is almost everything to the elderly. The old man said, "I will send it next month, so that her grandparents and grandchildren can at least eat."
Society is sometimes indifferent and haggle over every ounce. As long as you dare to love and believe, it will be warm and soft. After saying goodbye to the old man, there is a different kind of warmth in my heart, and the spring breeze outside quietly comes. Think of San Mao's old song "An acre of land divided into three parts": "Everyone has an acre of land divided into three parts, and everyone has a dream in his heart. What to plant with it, what to plant with it, what to plant with peaches and plums, and the spring breeze … "When I was very young, I listened to my mother sing, but I never understood how the spring breeze was planted. But walking in the wind that day, I finally knew that spring breeze can be planted. As long as you sow the seeds of love in your heart, it will sprout quietly, swaying green, and let your heart blow a warm spring breeze ... Those who have read the spring breeze prose also think: