A long and lonely winter night

Thaw in the intoxicating smell of spring

Full of information about rebirth

Noisy green broke through the ground.

Heaven and earth are possessed.

Religions revived by life

There is increasing evidence that

Twitter birds and released rivers.

I wish I were a growing grass.

Under the blue sky without freezing ocean

By the first strong sunlight

Shake the core of the fortress in winter,

Feel the gentle touch of the breeze

Drinking the rain on a spring night.

When you set foot on this land

I will be in the crowd of countless waving hands.

On the morning of August 7th. Shaanxi military region xingqing road cadre's rest home.

Bypassing a fig tree and going up to the second floor, a kind old lady opened the door. This is our interviewee-78-year-old veteran Tian Jinchun.

There is a pen and paper on the coffee table. The old man has just finished writing his resume. "You see, I worked as an underground party, a party branch secretary in primary school, and a director of the Military Service Bureau. There are no outstanding achievements. " The old man with gray hair and good complexion smiled.

While speaking, the old man's daughter came. She found a local magazine in the old man's hometown of Fenyang, Shanxi, and dug up an article-"Liu Hulan's Little * * *". The heroic image recorded in this biography is Tian Jinchun.

Tian Jinchun was born in an enlightened gentleman's family. 1in the spring of 938, after the Japanese invaders invaded Fenyang, her father Tian Jishou actively supported the Anti-Japanese War under the cover of being a village head. The deep house compound at home became the secret liaison station of the Eighth Route Army. Tian Jinchun was only 1 1 years old. He is lively and smart, short stature, unnoticed by the enemy, and often delivers information for the anti-Japanese government. /kloc-When she was 0/3 years old, she joined China secretly and gloriously. "Even my family doesn't know!" The old man in front of him is still smiling, revealing the spirit of the year.

Influenced by the revolutionary belief and the power of her father's example, she has tactfully protected the party organization and the Eighth Route Army many times. When the anti-Japanese cadres have a meeting at home, Tian Jinchun goes to keep watch. Once we find that the situation is not good, we will unhurriedly lead the cadres into the yard and help them hide in woodpiles and charcoal kilns. On one occasion, Li Ping, a cadre of the Eighth Route Army, and several comrades came down from the mountain and just took up their jobs. An ambush came in and said that Japanese plainclothes were coming! Tian Jinchun pushed open the back window and let them jump into the backyard to hide. Unexpectedly, the Japanese spy who came in from the front door played a trick and said in the tone of anti-Japanese cadres, where are the food and shoes for the Eighth Route Army? Shan ordered us to come down and take them away.

You know, Tian Jinchun was still a little girl at that time, and a little negligence would lead to a big mistake. She saw people sneaking around and said, what about the Eighth Route Army? What shoes? I don't know what happened. Suddenly gunfire came from outside the village, and the guy dared not stay long and slipped away.

Li Ping, an Eighth Route Army cadre who escaped from the haystack, married Tian Jinchun after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

"In fact, this time is not the most thrilling!" The old man can still laugh when he talks about the word thrilling.

/kloc-one night in the summer of 0/940, a group of Japanese devils broke into Tian Jinchun's house and asked them to hand over the Eighth Route Army. Mother was slapped by the devil. Father was forced to kneel on the ground, and the foreign knife was dangling from his head. Tian Jinchun was also surrounded by devils and puppet troops, whose bayonets were cold and bright.

"These guys asked me to the eighth route army. I said I went to school during the day and went to bed when I came back at night. I have never seen the Eighth Route Army. They asked again, have you ever seen a big gun? " The old man painted, "Of course I don't know."

From 65438 to 0984, after retiring, Tian Jinchun liked to write poetry and calligraphy. She used poetry to record the scene of that year: at that time, she was thirteen or fourteen years old and an ignorant teenager. This is against the date. I have studied it for two or three years. Join the party in secret and serve the liaison station. The responsibility for documents and public funds lies with one person. The Japanese bayonet flashed and forced me to tell the truth. Give one's life for the party's heart and safety.

Tian Jinchun, an old man who will participate in the activity of "100 veterans of the Anti-Japanese War Entering the City", said: "I want to tell people again that victory is hard-won."

Nostalgia in spring

(Taiwan Province) Zhang Xiaofeng

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Spring must be like this. From the green hills, a handful of snow can't hold on any longer, and with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face. A song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and deserted villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed ducklings, and to the soft and soluble spring mud, as soft as a bed.

So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry for no reason; A cuckoo crow can beat a city of azaleas; A gust of wind, every willow tree is white, vain, unclear and inaudible. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow tree. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.

Spring is destined to be like this. If the stalks of dead leaves and dark flowers in the pond cling to an old root, the roof beams of thousands of families in the north will be disturbed by wind and snow, and you will gently hold up a small empty bird's nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all mountain villages, and willow trees controlled the royal ditch and the folk river head. Spring, like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, is beautiful because of long-term pious expectations and prayers.

With regard to the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite, and a leg suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable. Qian Qian has thousands of hands in streams, ponds and rivers. . . . . . . . . When they rushed up to tell each other in surprise, they decided to pout their mouths in the shape of whistles and name the season "Spring" in a sweet whisper.

Birds can start measuring the sky again, some are responsible for measuring the blue degree of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with that wing. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics. Bees go to edit books. All the trees were ruined by the wind. There is also wind, and the old wind chimes in front of the eaves should be recorded one by one, and they should be inquired one by one.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the black forest of the chimney, I want to visit the spring that lingers in the distant years.

Nostalgia in Spring (Zhang Xiaofeng)

Spring must be like this: from the foot of the castle peak, a handful of snow can't hold on, with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face, a song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the webbed ducks in Huang Chengcheng, and to the harmonious spring mud-

So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry for no reason; A cuckoo cry can make you anxious about the azaleas in a whole city. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree sings a white, empty, inexplicable and inaudible flying catkins. Every flying catkin is a semicolon of a willow tree. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.

Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are bullied by snow and snow, gently supporting an empty bird's nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured all the mountain villages, and willow trees controlled the Yugou and the folk river heads-spring is like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, beautiful because of the long-awaited blessing.

As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, a child suddenly felt flying when flying a kite, and a pair of gouty legs suddenly felt the blood of water ... When they were surprised to tell each other, they decided to pout their mouths into the shape of whistling.

Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, checked and checked, and finally dared not publish statistics.

As for all the flowers, they have been counted by butterflies. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, it's still like this, right? Through the black forest between chimneys, I want to visit the spring that lingers in the distant years.

A year's plan starts with spring.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? "

I always hope that spring can be defined.

I said, spring is considerate. It is the blessing of an old friend when Jiangnan was lonely, a good time to pick acacia red beans, and a blessing of reunion after parting among flowers last year. It knows that after enduring the sadness of autumn and the monotony of winter, the dry and lonely heart longs for the moisture of spring. So it hid in a gust of wind and came quietly.

But, you said, spring is not amorous feelings. Ren Xichun was often afraid that flowers would bloom early, but she still fell in love. After a night of rain and sudden wind, it is green, fat and thin. Sighing "the catkins are thin on the branches" is just "affectionate but heartless". Spring is always in a hurry, too hasty. I can't wait for the flowers to wither, even the memory of spring is gone.

I said, it is poetry that makes spring. Through thick curtains and glass, how can people who don't "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" feel the elegance of spring rain? How can we appreciate the profundity and confusion of spring in the Northern Dynasties without "a thousand miles of birds singing green and reflecting red" and "a few towers of misty rain"?

But you said that spring created poetry. The grass grows, the warblers fly, the willows brush the embankment, and the red apricots go out of the wall, all loves. The charm of spring itself is unparalleled. It will only provoke the literati to win the day and seek incense, and Chai Fei will be detained for a long time, so that there will be "clothes that will wet apricot flowers and rain, and the face is not cold."

I said that spring is a few freehand brushstrokes painted on rice paper. Curly goose yellow touches the ground and hangs lightly, and a duck is green and shiny. The moist soil is covered with green buds, and the vast green grass is dotted with stars and flowers. There will also be a few clouds hanging in the blue sky, and the sunshine is soft like a faint golden color for the picture.

But you said that spring is a meticulous painting: in a quiet and empty mountain, there is a quiet and empty ancient temple. On the night of spring rain washing, the bright moon falls through the jagged pine branches, and the clear spring flows among the stones with the Sanskrit sound of the ancient temple. After the spring rain, the unique fragrance of the soil permeates the studio, which is spring.

I said that the beauty of spring is that its flowers are in full bloom, the country is beautiful, elegant, delicate and fragrant ..., and the color picture shows its vitality for the east wind.

But you said that the soul of spring lies in the reserved spring rain. The light rain that moistens like crisp is gentle, the clear light rain is soul-breaking, and the light rain in March of fireworks is affectionate. The best thing is that it rains at home in Huangmei season. At that time, "the date didn't arrive in the middle of the night, I knocked on a chess piece and fell to my death." It's really poetic.

Oh, it turns out that spring has different meanings in everyone's vocabulary. It turns out that spring has no definition.

Meet Spring (Prose)

You arrived as scheduled, with all kinds of amorous feelings, slender fingers, pinched a piece of pink, printed on the brow, and then smiled at me:

"Your affectionate gaze has something to do with me?"

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In the morning, the breeze entered the room, rippling Ying Ying. My mother showed me the dew hanging on the tip of the blue grass, and her face was full of joy.

Spring comes to the world and dances lightly. After a night, the winter jasmine bloomed, bright yellow and dark green, picturesque. Spring is gentle and floating. It has a childlike innocence and a transparent smile.

The sky has become pure and clear, birds are singing in the grass among dense leaves, and butterflies and bees in the sun miss the taste of first love in the stamens. The air is full of the smell of spring fermentation, sweet, soft and beautiful. In this way, it met with spring, but it shyly left the flowers all the way and ran away.

The sunshine flows quietly and shines on every cold corner. A night of cold dew, this gentle love, like an imperial edict, looks up in endless tears.

The wind followed, and tiny footsteps came quickly from behind, holding warm sunshine to the front.

How can you miss this season?

As a result, one morning my toes woke up and began to move.

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Accompanied by two pairs of rain boots in the distance, red boots and white boots, stepping in the puddle was a joy. It is the mother who holds the child's hand tightly and is on her way home. The children are deliberate, walking in front for a while, and falling behind for a while, but both of them have spring-like smiles on their faces.

In spring, under the guidance of a group of rain elves, I sneaked into the world at night, and the feet of rain frequently warmed a dream, so I heard the sound of flowers and the spread of fragrance.

One night, the wind and rain knocked on the window, standing in the cold street, surrounded by ink, everything was immersed in water and fog, deep and shallow, just like being in a gentle water town in a dream.

The flower umbrella floated quietly and landed in an invisible place, and the city in the rain seemed very quiet.

Swallows are flying silently.

Take a deep breath, and the long-awaited fragrance of rain and soil comes to my face, filtering my mood, like a fish that surfaced for the first time, looking at the world around me.

Without an umbrella, I feel the shape and temperature of the rain, bit by bit, and there is a cup hidden in my heart, which is gradually filling up.

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Look, spring is spreading its slender tentacles, wiping every wind in the past, drumming up the joy of expansion and solemnly sowing the seeds of hope.

Therefore, all dreams are waiting to set sail; All the happiness is waiting to be shared.

Friend, are you ready? Then let's hit the road together!

I hope this spring can live in everyone's heart.

The rhythm of spring

Flowers bloom and fall, and they are fleeting.

Ye Sheng's leaves withered, fleeting.

The wind rises and falls at intervals.

Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable.

It seems that many beautiful things have only a short life, and only in that shining moment can people open their hearts temporarily. However, there is an elf who can drive away the winter with warmth. She can make light green instead of yellow, she can rekindle the flame of life with a cold heart, and she can make the sick and disabled dance happily again. She is Chun.

Spring has her own story. In ancient times, only summer, autumn, winter and spring were idle and wandering spirits. Later, the elf met a willow tree on the wandering road, and the willow tree complained bitterly: "It's a hot summer after a cold winter!" " No time to start, no time to eat! There is no season when willow buds bloom and willow branches sway! So the elf came to God and asked him to give him a season, a season to leave some time for the willow tree. God smiled: "unless you live on the earth forever!" " "The monster didn't understand, so God decided to let her have a try. Elves call themselves spring.

Flowers are Zhan Yan in the chirping of birds, with shy dewdrops hanging on their faces; Leaf buds germinate quietly, peeping at the beautiful face of flowers, competing to reveal lovely light green as a foil; Seeing the blue sky and white clouds, poking fun at the elegant style, relaxing and gathering, is already overjoyed; Feng's mother-in-law with feudal consciousness saw it and wanted to drum her cheeks to help blow it, but after all, she loved the beauty of flowers and the innocence of love, and only blew it gently as a "warning", but how could she hide her tenderness under this "warning"? Well, the flowers are smiling, the leaves are smiling, even the white clouds are smiling, and my mother-in-law can't help it. With a snort, she projected the wrinkles on the lake, one by one. ...

There are people on the hillside. Barefoot girl, carrying a bamboo basket, leaned down from time to time, frowning slightly, reaching for something to take off. Suddenly, Shu Mei smiled and gently threw the mushrooms into the bamboo basket. Ha, little girl picking mushrooms! The flowers on the mountain opened, and the little girl suddenly leaned down and sniffed, picked one and gave it to the singing stream. ...

Some people say that spring is beautiful and everything is full of vitality, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Smell, refreshing; I was heartbroken when I heard that. Some people say that spring looks better, but it is too frivolous, light and impractical. Actually, spring is full of weight and charm. When you are disheartened, you might as well go to see spring, because the vitality of spring can ignite your thoughts; When you are tired of the secular, you might as well go to see the spring and let her help you wash away the lead and return to nature.

Will you taste it? Pick a petal and chew it carefully in your mouth until the root of your tongue is a little sweet. Pull up some dog tail grass and play with it a little to turn it into a small animal. Gently break off a wicker, pull out a piece of wood, leaving only the wicker skin as a bud, and spit out pure happiness ... calmly, feel at ease, throw yourself into the embrace of spring, and make you feel that spring is a rich season that you can rely on.

When spring quietly left, she had stayed in the world forever, leaving a sweet charm flowing among every soul, conveying the following sentence: "Leave yourself some time to sprout, enrich, bloom, sway and be an admirable' shade'."

In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it.

"A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular.

"There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. " This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination.

"Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. " This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is natural and apt, common in cleverness and strangeness. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily.

"Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a distant book, and the fish holds a fragrant hook near the rocky mountain. " This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. When spring comes, milk swallows begin to fly, bees gather flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read.

"Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is not cold. " This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature.

"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection.

"Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. " This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it. They are chasing happily and carefree, but people are different. Although they know that spring has come and gone, the fallen flowers can be chased and time cannot be turned back. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words.

This article contains many ancient poems.

The article is very poetic.

In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring. May the grass grow and the warblers fly, and the silk carpet brush the embankment. Her thousand trees and flowers are like brocade and blue waves (easy), and her bluegrass moistens things like crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain.

Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face."

Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline."

In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."

In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "

Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring has gone, call him back and live with him. "

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The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like a naive and lively little girl, holding a colored magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.

Spring breeze flies over the earth, and the earth becomes a fresh picture: new buds emerge tenaciously on the vegetation stubble that people have harvested. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze. The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow and purple ... colorful wildflowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh smell of flowers and plants goes straight into people's hearts. No matter who it is, it will take a deep breath and be as happy as drinking nectar. How cool!

After a storm comes a calm, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, and the radiant light shines on the earth in spring, and everything on the earth is full of vitality. The grass on the ground, the thin leaves are wet, and the trees with green branches and leaves look green, as if they had just taken a bath. Birds are singing happily in the branches, which makes people feel comfortable; Little bees come out to collect honey. They fly from one bunch of flowers to another. The happiest thing is the children in the sun. Some of them chase and jump, some sing and dance, some fly kites in the blue sky, and they are thriving.

Ah! What a wonderful picture spring is! I love you, Spring!