Cherry blossoms in the rain 1 spring dance steps are the hope of cherry blossoms; The arrival of rain is the baptism of cherry blossoms; The coming of the wind is the dream of cherry blossoms. It flies all over the sky, and people have to admire the brevity of life. Although short-lived, there has been a vigorous dance at the last moment of life.
In spring, the lush cherry blossom forest is the most beautiful. One flower after another, one flower after another, white and pink, opened on a deserted street, with pure beauty. It's simple and light. But I feel that there is a kind of beauty that is absolutely beautiful.
The spring rain has been raining, not much. Perhaps it is pity for cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms, like people, have souls. They communicate with their hearts. In fact, there are some things that they understand more thoroughly than people. They are here all the year round, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the world is warm and cold. Flowers will bloom again when they are defeated, but their hearts are not warm. Everyone cares about their own interests, and it's already cold. It's better to be a flower, an absolute beauty, here every year.
I am a small cherry blossom. At this moment of this year, I am going to die, but I am not afraid. As long as spring comes, flowers will bloom next year, and I just end my life. My life is short, as people say, I am not as real as that fox. But that's all. My life is short, so I must be perfect. I don't regret being turned into spring mud, because I had a vigorous past and I have no regrets. Raindrops fell on me and I trembled slightly. A gust of wind blew, yes, now; I float with the wind, up and down, up and down, spin, spin, spin again. This is the first and only time in my life that I danced so boldly, and the raindrops also played that high-pitched song. This spring is coming to an end, and so is my life. Another gust of wind blew, and I still danced silently. At this moment, I know that my life will come to an end, but I am not afraid. I hold my head high and listen to the baptism of fate quietly. I'm going to die at this moment. I'm dancing freely and dancing the spring ballet. I'm in my prime.
In the storm, cherry blossoms are jumping in one last dance. No matter how difficult it is, it will keep jumping and draw a perfect exclamation point for its own life, elegant and thrilling, absolutely beautiful.
Cherry blossoms are dancing and raindrops are crying. Rain is sad for flowers, and I sigh for life. Cherry blossoms dance vigorously in the wind and rain, and their lives seem to be a pantomime. They all do it silently. Silent interpretation; Germination, long leaves, flowering, gorgeous ...
On the way to school this morning, it was raining lightly. Although it was not too heavy, there was dripping water around my flower umbrella. I was afraid that my schoolbag would get wet by the rain, so I tried to beat my umbrella back, and raindrops flew on my head and face from time to time. The temperature of rain and water in early summer is suitable, which makes people relaxed and happy. ...
When we walked to the sidewalk on the west side of the road on the west side of the school, the cherry blossoms in the rain came into my eyes. The cherry blossoms in the rain were a different style. Really beautiful! I slowed down involuntarily, and my brother flew away from me like a happy bird to chase his classmates. ...
The cherry blossoms in the rain are certainly not as beautiful as those in sunny days, but they are a little more melodramatic than before. A string of cherry blossoms, small ones in a circle, and a large group of besieged cities are all covered with neatly arranged cherry tree leaves. Small like a green straw hat, big like a green umbrella. Rain flowed from the small ditch in front of the leaves around them. Under the cover of green straw hats and green umbrellas, the beautiful cherry blossoms smiled happily, giving us a look of self-enjoyment.
Cherry blossom flowers, cherry blossom clouds, clusters of cherry blossoms, rows of cherry blossoms, rows of cherry blossoms ... are all exposed to the misty spring rain and say how beautiful they are. Say how affectionate they are, how affectionate they are. I am reluctant to part with the long corridor with cherry trees on a drizzly day, enjoying the selfless dedication of nature happily and sweetly, and almost forgot the school gate in the west. ...
I looked through the window and found that the rain was still dripping. At this time, I saw cherry blossoms blooming early on both sides of the road in the community, and the rain was slowly flowing from the petals to the ground.
Some small drops of water hanging on the petals of cherry blossoms are shiny, transparent and exquisite. The rain outside is getting smaller and smaller, but the wind is blowing harder and harder, as if it could blow down a big tree. I'm worried about those beautiful cherry blossoms. Can they escape the baptism of the wind?
Just as I was in a daze, another gust of wind blew, and the petals of cherry blossoms fell down one by one with the wind, like a cherry blossom carpet on the ground, which looked very beautiful.
I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the door of the corridor. My foot lightly stepped on the cherry blossom carpet, and the cherry blossoms stuck all over my feet, so I couldn't shake them off. I looked down and suddenly found that the cherry blossoms were white, as white as it had just snowed. It snows in spring? Yes, it will snow and cherry blossoms in spring.
Originally, I hated rain, but now I find myself enjoying it, because I know that cherry blossoms can't grow without water and can't survive without rain. Although the wind and rain will knock out the cherry blossoms on the branches, I think the cherry blossoms in the rain are more beautiful than those in sunny days. Even if it is knocked to the ground, it can still bring beauty to the world.
The cherry blossoms in the rain are beautiful. I like cherry blossoms in the rain.
The colorful cherry blossoms floating in the wind seem to want to stay on the branches and never leave their mother's warm arms. Helpless, time won't make youth stay forever. The gentle wind will one day blow the fleeting time around you to the horizon. Just like this withered cherry blossom, no matter how you miss it, it is just an empty sigh, waiting for the cherry blossom to fall and the years to wither.
This kind of withering is like a butterfly dancing under a tree, and it comes to the world like snowflakes nine days away, as if just to kiss the earth. Otherwise, how can they be quiet when they fall to the ground? Kiss the earth so much until your soul belongs to the soil and the earth, and until the next year, the passion is brilliant again.
Is it wonderful? Romantic? But how can I see a fresh youth blown down by the black wind and wet by the relentless rain? Those flawless petals without delusion, arrogance and dryness! You are a crystal tear in my eyes, not only for your blooming, but also for your transient enchanting. But think about it, although you are short, you are also brilliant. Just like a person, maybe he has come a long way, but it is as light as water. And you, the world you have been to, have amazed countless people and decorated countless people's confused dreams. You are buried tonight, and the Ming dynasty is still brilliant; You, you are everywhere now, and the branches will be in full bloom tomorrow. KINOMOTO SAKURA! You are decorating other people's dreams. Perhaps, others are also the embellishment of your dreams, cherry blossoms!
Cherry blossoms in the rain excellent composition 5 I once imagined that we would make an appointment together under the cherry blossoms. On the earth full of petals, you picked up the most beautiful petals, not in my hair, and you said I was beautiful. I smiled sweetly. Beautiful cherry blossoms are intoxicating. Avoid the troubles of the world, this is a paradise. I hate the noise of the city, and I'm afraid of the reality of life. Place good wishes in beautiful flowers. The wind blew flowers, and there was a sakura rain, leaving patches of flowers. I knelt on the ground and let the petals fall and fall on my hair tips, my face, my clothes and my heart. Tears, no strength, no air. I'm struggling. I don't want to miss you. You're long gone. You're not you. I'm not me.
I still see your face, your familiar face. I stretch out my hand to touch it, but I can't touch it. So you are an elusive dream. Long hair, fluttering. I have been allowed to appear in front of you with long hair and waist, if flowers float. White clouds, wandering in the horizon, can not find a place to live. It's like I'm running under a cherry tree and I can't see you. I trampled the petals, and I was so reluctant to part with them. I don't want the flowers to suffer like this, just as you once caressed me. I gently picked up one petal after another and tears fell on it. Unexpectedly, the wind blew them away and I couldn't catch them anymore. In front of me is a pink world.
I fell into a pink whirlpool, and the injured petals confused my vision. I kept spinning and shouting, but I couldn't hear my own voice. Flowers, are you in pain? Flowers, do you regret it? Flowers, have you tried? I know you're struggling, too How can your thin body bear such a heavy weight?
I can only lie powerless in the sea of flowers and drift to the unknown distance as I please. Long hair is still gone, flowers are still falling, only protruding branches are left, waiting for another baptism.
The earth full of cherry blossoms has lost its original color, and I smell the fragrance of the soil. When you wake up, the cherry blossoms are gone, and you are still not there. As in a dream, I will never catch you. You don't belong to me. You can only live in my memory. However, memories are painful. I don't want to close my eyes. I have nowhere to run. Why do I always appear vividly in my mind?
As soon as I came to school today, I found the cherry blossoms falling in the air so charming.
After I saw it, I couldn't wait to see it. They seemed to give me a wonderful performance. We are going to look from left to right. First, there was a sakura rain. Very beautiful, much better than the usual rain. It would be better if she could change the color. When it turns white, it snows instead of raining.
Then there are holly balls, which are emerald green. If you can kick it as a ball, will it be lost in the playground?
Finally, the house. Its roof may be full of cherry blossoms. I don't know where the owner of the house is, and I don't know if he planted this cherry tree. If so, I must thank him, because he brought me a wonderful program.
Seeing the falling cherry blossoms, I thought of life. Man's life is limited, and if he lives, he will die, but these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that we have to experience the wonderful things in the world, and the rest of the results are not important because we have already experienced them. Let's look at life with a normal heart, just like Su Shi's when is the bright moon?
Cherry blossoms in the rain excellent composition 7 Waiting under the cherry trees, is it a lifetime? A kiss costs a lifetime of waiting. It's not a good deal. I like cherry blossoms, fluttering in the wind, not for beauty, but to cover my face. Self-effacing, just, a flash of sword light, who fell into the arms; Sakura rain, and the confusion of waiting for the afterlife. That moment of memory, whether gentle or not, will never appear again.
The cherry blossoms took away the tears, and the petals fell in their hands, fresh and tender, and finally turned into mud and dust. The sadness on my face can't be hidden, but it's just a faint fragrance: the beautiful face is getting old, will you accompany me to see cherry blossoms? "Love is reserved for itself, but it is separated from it, but controlled by the sky. Tell yourself you can't sink, you and I can only be enemies. When the sword is stabbed, it is known and the heart is dead. Rule the world, just for your look back; Sitting on rivers and mountains, just for your gentleness. ...
I met at that time. Under the cherry tree, you said to me, "Sakura doesn't matter in my life. I would like to be a cherry blossom in the next life." Just to bloom beautifully, but I don't know it's just a flash in the pan, I'm still willing to wait, even if it's just a moment of falling. Will you break your word? Which cherry blossom are you? The beauty of the face changes, and the long hair is like a wisp of sadness. The only thing that shines in the eyes of the phoenix is helplessness and determination. Your thin lips are raised and you are saying something. I ran to touch your face again, even a cigarette; I want to throw myself into your arms again, even if it is no longer warm; How much I want to be picked up by you again and turned around, even if the tenderness on my face doesn't suit me; I want to smell your breath again, even if it no longer belongs to me. Think too much, and in the end it's just a mirage. Crying again, why do you leave me every time? Why are you so cruel? Doesn't your heart hurt at all? But until you don't know, the person who has loved you all his life is still waiting for you? Just because of a kiss and a tenderness. ...
Cherry blossoms miss the rain, I am willing to wait for a lifetime.
Cherry blossoms in the rain 8 The trees outside the house let the raindrops as big as beans wash away the dust on each leaf, revealing dark green. The rain dripped down the eaves, sketched winding lines on the windows, and blurred everything outside the windows. Pushing open the window, I feel that all the scenery is dripping, and even the folds of the wind contain water.
Tick-tock, a young memory woke up quietly, turned into silent rain and sprinkled into my heart. That was my childhood. I remember my childhood as a flower blooming all the way from an alley. Throw away the umbrella in my hand, my steps are like high and low lines, through the rain curtain, splashing joy all over the floor. The rain wet my hair, my clothes and my lonely socks. I laughed heartily, which is a child's most direct listening and touching to nature. The dense raindrops washed away my fatigue and gave me a kind touch from nature, which was so hearty.
I had such a bitter memory when I was very young. At that time, my parents were street vendors with little income. One night, a heavy rain suddenly fell, and the big umbrella that was originally used for shading was crumbling in the roar of the wind. I sat on a pile of sundries and looked at my parents. I curled up and could only cry silently. But later, life gradually improved, and we no longer had to go out to make a living in the heavy rain. When the rain gradually subsides, we can take an umbrella and go for a walk where we want to go. The change of life has turned my fear of rain into enjoyment.
There is always a typhoon in Zhanjiang every summer. Every midnight, the deepest lightning releases rain, and lightning flashes frequently. With the rumbling thunder, the fear in my heart always makes it difficult for me to sleep. At this time, my mother always holds me shivering in the quilt, tells me beautiful legends about rain, and soothes my tender heart with delicate love. Now that I am mature, I can't find the warm feeling when I was a child.
The sound of rain is like a dream, rubbing against my sensitive childhood ears. When the rain drenches the purest memories of life into faded scenery, my heart still misses that unique feeling. Things have changed, and the rain of childhood is gone, but now a shower can remind me of deep memories. Now life is boring like an ancient well without a drop of water, which makes people depressed and boring, but I remember my childhood with laughter and tears. Warm and full, this nostalgia can also fill the gap in my heart and add a touch of bright color to the monotonous days.
It's time for cherry blossoms to bloom again, and people are going out to enjoy the flowers in the spring. My love for cherry blossoms is reading the famous writer Bing Xin's essay "Ode to Cherry Blossoms", which is about seeing cherry blossoms in Japan. Bing Xin studied in Japan in his early years. I have read many articles about Japanese customs written by her in beautiful words, and I especially like this sakura praise.
Bing Xin expresses her feelings with things and praises the beauty of cherry blossoms with fresh and beautiful writing, which fascinates me. She said that every time I look at flowers, I deeply appreciate the beauty of cherry blossoms. At the beginning of this article, I wrote: "Cherry blossoms are the pride of Japan." Japan is a big country of cherry blossoms, and cherry blossoms are the national flowers. There are many cherry blossoms all over the country, and there are many varieties. March 15 is the cherry blossom festival in Japan every year. On this day, Japanese men, women and children will go to the park or enjoy cherry blossoms in the wild. Japanese love cherry blossoms most, thinking that they represent nobility and purity. The flowering period of cherry blossoms is very short, usually lasting about a week. The Japanese call it the spirit of cherry blossoms, and think that people should be like cherry blossoms, prosperous and beautiful when they bloom, and disappear instantly when they fail, without nostalgia.
In fact, Japanese cherry blossoms were originally handed down from China. There are quite a few kinds of cherry blossoms, more than 300 in number, including more than 50 in China. According to historical records, cherry blossoms were cultivated in the court of China during the Qin and Han Dynasties more than 2,000 years ago. Cherry blossoms have generally appeared in private courtyards in the Tang Dynasty. In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, gorgeous cherry blossoms can be seen everywhere from the porches of palaces to the fields of private houses. Later, Japanese pilgrims brought cherry blossoms back to plant. Cherry blossoms in Japan have a history of only 1000 years. Song Lian's poem "Cherry Blossom" in the Ming Dynasty proves that: "Japanese cherry blossom viewing flourished in the Tang Dynasty, which seems to be a peony begonia. I am afraid that Zhao Chang is difficult to draw, and the spring breeze blows snow and blows incense. " It means: Japanese cherry blossoms come from the Tang Dynasty, just like the begonia replaced by peony. I'm afraid it's hard to draw Zhao Chang. The spring breeze smells good.
Cherry blossoms in the rain 10 I never thought of seeing cherry blossoms in rainy days, but today I have enjoyed this special scenery.
Spring rain rustles and cherry blossoms bloom. Our reporter from Zhuzhou Daily, Mr. Liao, enjoyed cherry blossoms in the rain.
Most of the cherry blossoms in the mountains are flower bones, and occasionally there are a few blooming cherry blossoms. They are as pink as Chardonnay and as white as snow. Look carefully, the small bud is as small as a peanut, and the sepals are tightly wrapped with pink petals. The newly bloomed flowers seem very shy. Three or five flowers are held together in an umbrella shape, like small wind chimes and small wine glasses. Those cherry blossoms, one next to the other, crowded together, really like inseparable friends. The drizzle is falling, and the dew is rolling around on the cherry petals, which is delicate and charming, and it is more and more lovable.
The drizzle and light mist make the cherry blossom garden picturesque. Strolling among cherry blossoms is like being in a fairyland, which is fascinating.
Even though it is raining in Mao Mao, there are still many tourists enjoying cherry blossoms. Among them, there are also a group of volunteers who protect flowers and gardens.
I interviewed a female tourist randomly: "Excuse me, aunt, do you also like the beauty of cherry blossoms in the rain?"
Aunt smiled and replied: "The cherry blossoms in the rain have a unique style, and her tranquility relaxes our hearts."
"Don't you feel sorry that there are not many cherry blossoms?" I then asked.
Aunt smiled even happier: "No, it's not bad to take a look at the cherry blossoms before they bloom, especially when I see those volunteer friends who pick up garbage in the rain." Flower beauty is more beautiful. I'm glad you came. I will join them in the future. Our home will be more beautiful, and Zhuzhou will be more beautiful! "
Oh, flower beauty is more beautiful. I couldn't help singing a self-created sentence: cherry blossoms in the rain are different!
Cherry blossoms in the rain 1 1 It was dark, and the pouring rain hit my face without warning, and my umbrella was soaked. I was walking on the way to the bookstore, and although I was embarrassed, I was still haunted by the book Ode to Cherry Blossoms.
I shook the raindrops on my umbrella and walked into the bookstore. There was a string of raindrops on the ground in front of the door, but when I tried to shake off the rain on my head, the raindrops on the ground joined together and merged into a mirror. I looked at my wet bear in the mirror and felt embarrassed for a moment.
"Little brother, why are you like this?" When I turned around, I saw a familiar face, a young shop assistant. His face is oval and sallow, and his eyes are full of youthful light. He handed a cup of warm water: "Take a rest and wait for the rain to subside." I forced a smile at him: "Thank you!" He pointed to the chair by the counter, turned and handed me a brand-new hair dryer. I nodded subconsciously, full of words of thanks, but I didn't know which one to say at the moment, so I had to blow my hair silently. Hair is dry, clothes are dry, the body is warm, and the heart is warm. The moment I put down the hair dryer, I saw him smiling at me while he was busy entertaining customers. He has two pink dimples when he smiles. At this moment, I felt an impulse to gently call "brother".
"Um ... do you have the book Ode to Cherry Blossoms?" I packed my money in my pocket, but fortunately it wasn't wet. He twitched at the corner of his mouth, frowned, rummaged among the books for a while, and spread out his hands apologetically: "Sorry, this book is out of stock, can I let you know when the next batch arrives?"
Depression welled up in my heart: braving the heavy rain, running for nothing! I bent my mouth and lowered my head: "hmm ... ok!" " My control over money has loosened. what can I do? I walked out of the bookstore and headed for the depths of the heavy rain. Beans of rain hit my heart, and everything was immersed in monotonous and depressing white.
Occasionally a few trucks pass by. How I wish it was full of "praise of cherry blossoms". I looked up and saw several cherry trees on the roadside, so helpless under the attack of heavy rain. The delicate petals were ruthlessly knocked down, and my heart withered in the wind like these petals. ...
A familiar cry sounded: "Little brother, your book-"I looked back in surprise and saw him rushing at me in a raincoat. What else is in the raincoat? I rushed to meet him, excited and surprised: "why ... didn't I say it was out of stock?" His face was dripping with rain. Out of breath, I explained, "Seeing that you want it so badly, I went to the warehouse again. I found this at the bottom. It's a little dirty. I wiped it for you. " Suddenly, a soft string in my heart was plucked. "Don't get wet!" He handed me the book, and his sallow face became paler. I quickly took out my money and silently added five dollars to it.
He counted and gave me five dollars: "many, these are enough." I have to go back to the store. "With that, he trotted to the bookstore." Your five dollars, you deserve it. "I cried, her voice scattered in the rain, and his thin figure became farther and farther away.
My eyes are moist. I just found that the cherry blossoms in the rain are more beautiful.
Cherry blossoms in the rain 12 brought warm and cold spring breeze, bringing the news of spring. This is my favorite season. I like cherry blossoms that bloom in spring instead of spring.
Spring in March and April is warm and cold. The sun shines brightly for a while, and the cold wind blows hard for a while, so the cherry blossoms bloom at this warm and not warm time. Cherry trees are not as tall and straight as pine trees, nor as delicate as peach trees. The branches of cherry trees are soft and slender, but they are not elegant and firm. It blooms in warm spring, it blooms in warm spring, it is strong and gentle.
Suddenly, a thin thread fell from the sky and it rained. The rain is not big, scattered and dense, gently and quietly falling on the land, gently and quietly falling on the cherry trees. Filamentous rain falls on the tender petals of cherry trees and condenses into small water droplets, which are in harmony with cherry blossoms, making people more truly appreciate the femininity of cherry blossoms.
It's raining, it's raining, and suddenly a cold wind blows. The cold wind and light rain made the weather even colder. Another cold wind blew relentlessly to the cherry tree, which trembled slightly and dropped a few drops of crystal water. Still unwilling, the wind took a deep breath and blew to the tree. Cherry petals floated away with the rain beads, but the tree did not waver, just like a brave soldier who declared war on the wind and vowed never to waver.
The cherry blossoms in the rain are such existence, strong and beautiful.