Spring Fling

In early spring, everything is sprouting and the spring scene is beautiful. Seeing the new sprouts of all the trees, I feel that I have become "drunk", so I am writing an essay and sighing for spring.

The first few springs, because I was too young to appreciate it, I just felt that the beauty was different from the other three seasons, so I didn't leave anything behind except for a walk in the greenery and a photo, and in the language of Mr. Lu Xun, I was afraid that I was just "feeling sorry".

This spring came so fast, just feel the New Year's sausage just finished eating, the day is warm, the leaves from green to green, spring flowers just a few days before the flower bones, these days all bloom, a large piece of a large bloom in the river bank, not to mention how beautiful. I always picked the place where the flowers were blooming and the willows were green to go to school every day. In the morning, I watched the sunrise in front of the starry spring flowers; at noon, I watched the river go east in the sea of flowers; at dusk, I looked at the mountains by the willow buds and sent the sun away. This is my fortunate thing, which students on other routes can not get one by one every day watching the scenery go.

"The rain of apricot blossoms on my clothes"

Spring has arrived and together with it comes the long-awaited spring rain. After the first rain a few weeks ago, I find that after each rain, there are some changes. The rain is not too heavy, but it is like silk, bunch after bunch, in front of and behind people, mischievously burrowing, and in a short time, clothes become wet, there is no excuse for getting wet, and by the way, you can taste the fragrance of flowers accompanied by the rain. I can imagine the feelings of monk Zhinan, he must be sitting in the pavilion at the top of the mountain, a cloth coat spotless, beside him should be flower petals, or at least flower trees, clusters and clusters of flowers, the fragrance of flowers can not be hidden in the rain flew away, in a cluster of flowers dripping raindrops fell to the old monk meditating on the side of the futon, the fragrance of flowers. At least at that moment, the monk Zhinan is not concentrating, he may laugh at the unintelligent apricot flowers in the rain game, while picking up the white petals with his fingers, the lucky piece back into the willow wind.

It is true that "wine is not drunk", at least, I have this feeling. The raindrops are wrapped with life, wrapped with hope, wrapped with the fragrance of the wind gliding through the bamboo forest, wrapped with the fragrance of the water droplets through the ten miles of flowers, wrapped with the pine, wrapped with the willow, wrapped with everything ...... When they bloomed around me, my whole body trembled slightly, my thoughts fell in this beauty for a while, and then ran to the "light rain in the sky street The "moist as a crisp" went. Everything is so beautiful, the wind with the elusive sound, very far and very close, very grand and very fine, like the spring birds in the treetops cry, like the ice thawing in the spring cold, like the high mountains and flowing water in harmony with the continuous sound, like the music under the people of the impassioned climax.

One by one, the sounds of the rain were captured by me, some from the Xiong Han, some from the Sheng Tang ...... Spring has always been there in the millennium.

"Reading is not aware of the depth of spring"

Spring is a suitable season for reading. In March, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the wind is beautiful, what other season can be more suitable for reading than spring? On a spring weekend, I read "The Long March" in the warm sunshine, sighing with emotion at the hills the Red Army has crossed and the road it has traveled. ...... Then I look at the southern hills where flowers are blooming and the grass is growing, and what I see is not also like the poem "Three armies have opened their faces after passing". I did not go with the long march team, naturally, I do not know what they saw, what they felt, only that there are differences and similarities between the two emotions, but our hearts are "aurora borealis audio-visual after" stay in the spring light.

Spring read the mountains and water, read the flowers and trees, all the spring scenery are mixed in Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" to us, the elegant spring colors of the waterfront in Jiangnan continuously on the paper, although I am in the northwest, the heart has long flown to Jiangnan. The "like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine silk" spring rain, we also experienced; and the most promising or a variety of flowering trees, they are early ready to meet the spring, in this short period of flowering time, really like catching up, a winter of stored vitality all used, so their silence throughout the winter, all for the joy of these days ah!

"The lady's relationship, looking down on a world, or to take the embrace, to understand the words of a room, or because of the trust, outside of the wanderlust. Although there are many different interests, static and restless." This is my favorite line in Wang Yizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", the meaning of this paragraph is that people live together and soon spend their lives. Some people like to gather indoors and talk about their ambitions; others like to indulge themselves in their preferences and be unconventional. You can talk face to face with your friends, or you can put your spirit into the things you put your mind on, and live your life without any constraints. If I were to choose, I would choose "outside of the wanderlust", what I aspire to is natural freedom, perhaps the mood of "the boat travels on the blue waves, people swim in the rain", I want to spend the rest of my life unrestrained in the spring, but this will always be a dream, spring will go, flowers will thank, people will grow old.

"There is a true meaning in this, and I forgot to say it."

Spring is endless, and so is spring." There are several early warblers competing for the warmth of the trees", which is spring; the familiar "I don't know where my face is going" also has spring. Spring is beautiful, spring is pleasant, and spring gives people too much enjoyment and too many feelings.

I see the willow buds, you see the river water, is spring only in spring? No, no, there is also spring in summer, only a more mature spring; there is also spring in autumn, which is forgettable and serious; there is also spring in the remaining leaves of winter, but you have to look carefully to find it, it is the longing of the dead branches for spring, it is the vibrant life after winter.

Spring, which gives hope, is our everlasting public landscape, and we love it! And let's conclude with the end of "Spring" by Mr. Zhu Ziqing

Spring is like a doll that has just woken up, new from head to toe, it grows.

Spring is like a little girl, flowering and smiling as she walks.

Spring is like the robust youth, with arms and loins and feet of iron, who leads us onward.