Excellent composition in spring 1 I like to go to Beiwenjiang to see spring water best.
It's March, and it's still very cold. It was sunny the other day! But it has been raining these days. It's spring rain! Spring seems to come as scheduled.
I patted my arm and it got a little cold. After all, it's early spring, and it's not that warm. I sit by the river, just like sitting in the green arms. I can look around the earth like the master of spring.
The river rises almost as high as a cliff. It's windy today, so the river is neatly covered with microwaves. A little sunshine is lazily sprinkled on the river, which brings a bit of pearl-like mystery to the soft river. Looking at the distance, there are many small black spots scattered in the middle of the river. At first glance, I thought it was a prank of light, but when I looked closely, I knew it was a group of wild ducks. Ha, it's really rare! Probably the ripples on the river are made by their naughty little hands! Think about it, the light green river is dotted with all kinds of little black ducks, which is really interesting.
The willows have sprouted. Bud with small buds, tender as leaves. Countless new green wickers hang down from all directions and dance proudly in the wind. Like a moving girl, dancing in coquetry by the lake, attracting attention. Others are desperately growing up like no one's watching, trying to highlight their unique advantages. One willow is a style, and ten thousand willows are ten thousand styles! The lake is becoming more and more active.
And the grass, already light blue. Although these little green shoots have not yet grown strong and tall, they are very neat. The grass is bent and the leaves are about to fall, like a newborn baby begging for food. The leaves are covered with delicate fluff, looking at the sky strangely, as if asking for the love of mother nature, hey! It's so cute. Especially from a distance, the green that has accumulated a cold winter emerges in a hurry, green and vitality are everywhere, and it is so warm.
I'm not the only one watching the river. There are many fishermen sitting by the lake. A thin straight pole, reflecting the waterline, was placed next to its owner, and suddenly it had to be pulled up. Looking at the water droplets jumping in the sun, I know that the fish must be hooked again. So fishermen will look at their partners proudly, and then raise their fishing rods to draw several elegant arcs in the air. After the fruit of victory is packed, you can set up a pole with your feet at will, and then stick it on the green grass to stretch and feel happy. Sometimes even forget to put bait, just to experience the pleasure of conquest or the tenderness of spring.
Ha, wonderful nature, calm down and look at you, my heart seems to be flying, as if with a pair of wings, shuttling between clouds and your beauty!
If you want to ask me what I like best for New Year's Eve dinner? I will definitely answer you: spring rolls! Don't underestimate spring rolls, which are full of spring, because my spring rolls are wrapped in shepherd's purse. Xin Qiji said in a poem, "In spring, shepherd's purse flowers go to the plain, and crows fall after the rain." Bringing shepherd's purse home means bringing home spring and people's longing and hope.
I went to menstruation's house in the country during the winter vacation and had a shepherd's purse addiction. The shepherd's purse in the field is green, and its wings are big and thick, spreading like flowers. It may not be the season yet, shepherd's purse is too hard to find, and it is a trap to find a little "situation" casually. I followed the aunt's example, grabbing the petiole with my left hand and shoveling the root with my right hand. Aunt's hand gently bends and then gently pulls, and the shepherd's purse is pulled out. I am all thumbs, sometimes the leaves are "torn"; Sometimes I can't pull it out, just like tug-of-war, I open my feet and bow my waist. That's good. It was upside down before it was pulled out. Looking up, there are a few red berries in the fields, mountains, streams and winding mountain roads. A breeze blew, although it was a cold winter, but my heart felt the warmth of spring.
Holding a basket of shepherd's purse and chicken, duck and fish raised by my aunt, we returned to Hangzhou, which is the highlight of the New Year's Eve! Grandma first blanched shepherd's purse, then diced shepherd's purse, dried bean curd and pork, then fried shepherd's purse and dried bean curd in oil, and let them cool thoroughly after taking out the pot. Making spring rolls is our family's "collective project". Adults are very busy, and sometimes they pull a family, and our children are responsible for stealing vegetables! A smell of home pervades, making people feel more cordial. I'm not showing weakness. I want to wrap spring rolls. I carefully tore a piece of spring roll skin, spread it on the chopping board, scooped up a spoonful of stuffing and put it on the spring roll skin. I'll fold the bottom skin for stuffing first, then roll it up bit by bit, then fold the skins on both sides in the middle, and finally roll up the rest. I am proud of the sudden opening of the spring rolls. "Ha ha ha ....." Spring rolls seem to be laughing at me. Grandma seemed to see through my mind and stepped forward: "Yiyi, you put too much stuffing, it will naturally swell up." Grandma will pack one for you. " Grandma quickly spread out the skin, scooped up the stuffing, divided by three times and five times, and wrapped a small and exquisite spring roll. I admire you, ginger is still old and spicy!
"Eat spring rolls! Eat spring rolls! " The skin of the spring rolls was changed into golden "clothes". Pork and dried bean curd combine the fresh fragrance of shepherd's purse, which is more delicate and tender, and the lips and teeth remain fragrant.
After the gorgeous autumn, the creator seemed to take a nap and let everything in the world fall asleep quietly, serene and quiet. The thunder in early spring exploded and woke up! I am probably sorry for my negligence, so I want to make up for it. The creator will make this season more beautiful.
How can the arrival of spring not be exciting?
In early spring, I sat in my cabin, listening to the spring thunder. The thunder outside the window is so lively, lovely and exciting. I listened quietly for a while, only to hear the sudden change of thunder-so bold, so steady and so touching. The sound of spring thunder keeps breaking out in the ear, and each sound has its own unique charm. They sometimes knock on my heart like a light hammer; Sometimes, she is like a lively little girl, bending her fingers and tapping my heart gently ... Oh, what a wonderful spring thunder! It was Wang Shifu who wrote the farewell pavilion, which read "Gu Chunlei's first sound from now on". It is the pride of Qiu Jin's heart that "Wan Li returns to the clouds and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone"; "High-rise buildings open the sky and paint like spring thunder" is Lu You's inner joy. ...
Where is Chun? There is a thunderous sound in spring.
Gradually, the thunder became thinner and thinner, and the sound became smaller and smaller. There seems to be some raindrops in the thunder, and the spring rain comes as scheduled.
Wind-blown rain, gently sprinkled on the window glass, so clear, so light, so refreshing. I leaned against the window and looked up at the eaves. There is a row of transparent water drops on the eaves, dripping from the eaves and splashing on an inverted iron drum. The sound is so crisp, so beautiful, so fresh!
Listen quietly, this expensive spring rain, suddenly, the soul was washed away at that moment. The ringing rain, like a silver bell, has been sung by many talented people in ancient and modern times. Spring rain is a leisurely romance in Lu Youkou's mouth that "a small building listens to spring rain all night, and a deep alley sells apricot flowers"; It is the hazy spring scenery of "the rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is near and not far" written by Han Yu; "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is the tenderness and implication of Du Fu's mind. ...
Where is Chun? The beauty of spring in the drizzle is moving.
Where is Chun? Spring is everywhere. When the hot air exhaled from people's mouths melts the cold ice; When Wanshan trees sprout quietly; When the warm sunshine softens the soil in the field ... the warm spring has flooded every corner of the world.
Excellent composition in spring 4 Spring returns to the earth and everything recovers. This is an April day on earth.
Do you know that the breeze in the south of the Yangtze River blows the weeping willows by the flowing water and the mulberry trees by the bridge? Do you know that the warm current in the southeast melted the ice skin on the Bixi River and scraped out the brilliant face of rape flowers? Have you ever seen the bright sunshine in the north, melting the snow on glazed tiles and reflecting the gorgeous colors on icicles?
Stroking the vicissitudes of the face on the peach tree, you can see the budding smile of the peach tree in the wrinkled trunk. Listening to the accelerating surging water under the snow cover, you can feel the heartbeat of the spring water not far away. Bloom, the grass is green, the wind is cool, the rain is falling, the grass is clear and foggy, and there is a breath of spring. In the dense forest, the soft words of spring pass by my ears. A tingle, something dormant in the chest is as turbulent as water.
Do you see the farmers on that ridge sweating and looming in the spring fog? Have you ever thought about the old people in city parks dancing swords to relax their muscles? Have you ever heard children take off their coats and laugh? Spring is not only a signal from nature to plants, but also an inducement from human beings.
In the recovery of everything, I saw the villagers in the field path carrying the burden and smiling with red and purple faces; I saw the elderly living alone walking in the sun, embracing spring with open arms; I heard the students in the middle school campus spit out new acacia trees and daisies in the cracks in amazement. I can still vaguely see that in the bright sunshine, female students took off their thick down jackets and put on beautiful spring clothes, walking hand in hand on their way home, turning over the rope that had not been turned over yesterday. Male students who used to be selfish and naughty are talking about the future side by side in this vibrant season. Spring, like a warm current in people's hearts, slowly flows through everyone's heart.
A year's plan starts with spring. Walking in the rapidly changing and colorful spring, I can't help speeding up my pace. I still remember that in the past years, I was selfish and didn't think of others, so I hurt my closest and favorite people. Perhaps in this warm spring season in bloom, The True Story of Spring gave me a reminder: change yourself. The life of plants begins here, and the vitality of people also begins here. In the drizzling heart rain at the end of spring, I walked in the rain and made up my mind that the future days will convey the warmth of spring with a brand-new attitude.
Oh, my April day on earth, the voice in my heart.
Spring breeze blows willows, swaying thousands of new greens, and peach blossoms actually dress up in Qian Shan!
The wind in early spring, wrapped in warmth, gently brushed my cheek, feeling a little cold.
The first thing that brings spring seems to be the impatient spring breeze.
Covered with bright green willow branches, I seem to be looking forward to the spring dance. Having stood the test of severe winter, I know more about the value of spring breeze. Joy, can't stand it! New shoots, scrambling!
It seems to be infected, and the mountains in the distance have gradually become a little green! The spring breeze is like a green pen, smeared one by one, and red plums are slowly contested by pink peach blossoms. By the Qingxi River, the color matching of pink willows is really beautiful! Spring water is like green, and the freehand landscape is blurred in the ripples, and gradually becomes an abstract painting!
The color of the sky is a bit monotonous! Kites flying in the wind in the hands of children on the riverbank just enrich the color of the sky. The laughter of adults and children infected spring, and spring became cheerful!
With the expensive spring rain falling, the spring is getting stronger! The earth is covered with green, the trees put on new clothes, and Shan Ye becomes brilliant. During the Spring Festival, cherry blossoms, rape and unknown wild flowers are in full bloom, and the mountains are full of wealth. Thin mist lingers around it, like a girl in gauze, wearing bright clothes, running!
The sunshine in spring is always lazy. It seems that people who are basking in the sunshine in early spring are also infected and become lazy. They always want to find a lawn to lie down and enjoy the sunshine, replenish energy and sweep away the haze! Although I am boring all over, I still feel enjoyable!
If the four seasons are regarded as a person, then spring must be a graceful girl, or a young and moving teenager-beauty can't be concealed! Brilliant, just right! Full of energy, it is easy to infect you, and everything is just right!
The spring of the four seasons always comes on time, because she knows there are too many expectations! The depression accumulated for a winter needs to be released, the bleak earth needs flowers and plants to dress up, the recovery of everything needs spring breeze, and South Beauty needs spring breeze! No matter how big the storm is, no matter how difficult it is to overcome, people will never be disappointed in spring. We will cross Qian Shan and arrive at every inch of land in time, bringing you the heart of spring!
Spring breeze is proud! Spring rain is precious! Spring is priceless!
Every year, the end of the month is such a day: firecrackers gradually become less intense, and people's reception for the coming spring has changed from warm celebration to silent waiting-the annual leave is coming to an end, people begin to prepare for spring, and they have to run on the busy road.
However, there are always surprises on this ordinary day. Every time you pass by a street tree in a hurry, the dry trunk rolls alternately from your side with sparse shadows. Have you noticed the secret in the tree hole? At the end of 20xx, many squirrels lived in a tree hole on a small road in Shijiazhuang for the night, civet cats ambushed and the sunset was about to return to the motherland. For a time, people who are familiar with the path and those who are not familiar with it all come here, admiring it with great interest and sighing in the cold wind-this is an art exhibition without glass doors, lights, white walls and carpets. At this time, the painter is still carefully mixing colors in the tree hole at the end (the color is harmless to the trees)-this female college student, wearing a heavy down jacket and sticking a dozen warm stickers, has been painting all day.
Everyone said that with this bright tree hole, this originally empty street ushered in spring in advance. It seems that the spring of 20xx has not yet set foot here, and the first spring in people's hearts has jumped into the hole. The spring outside is still blocked by smog and cold, while the budding spring inside has no place to vent and is silently left out by the world. But who will look for spring like that female college student? On the cold and withered road, waiting for warm spring, only she sticks to the lively warmth. Happiness is gentle and simple. Happiness is something that everyone is equal from childhood.
But sometimes, people who were originally kind and sensitive enough to be tempted by small surprises, but in the long time, it is difficult to ask for happiness as if life is difficult to support. Is it because time is too short? Can't wait because of dreams? Is it because you can't stop doing useful things? What did you sacrifice for? A. Happiness: What have you sacrificed along the way? A: Happy Socrates only asked people to pick the best apples, but people left too many good apples, which is unfortunate.
In the orchard of life, there are never too many restrictions, or too many restrictions to ignore, so you can see and enjoy the good while walking. Life can't be repeated. You and I are of one mind, and we all agree with beauty. We enjoy life and pursue a happy life. The real meaning of happiness is not to covet enjoyment, but to be happy in our life. Life is short, and spring can come late, but the meaning of spring is immortal and happiness is eternal.
In the hottest dog days, I passed the small shop.
Attracted by the drifting fragrance, I have approached the crowd, but thinking about the road ahead, I hesitate to go there, but walking, a gust of wind catches up with me with a smile, holding a lingering breath in my hand. Unable to resist the temptation, I turned around quietly, and the people coming face to face hurried. I have some regrets, but even if a pair of nonstop steps change direction, no one cares.
I looked around and suddenly saw a child with a smile on his face, suddenly stopped his feet and looked up at a bunch of flowers on the roadside. People rushed by unconsciously. Encouraged by this, I went upstream with confidence and walked firmly.
The man was kneading dough with his back to the counter. From time to time, the woman turns the bread in the pot with a shovel, and the baked bread makes a noise. The sweet cake smell of onion is steaming out in the hot air and scattered in the air.
I ordered a fresh meat pie with scallion oil, and the proprietress smiled and replied, "OK, soon!" " "
I sat at the counter and looked at the street aimlessly. Pedestrians pass by me, and the clock in my heart seems to be urging me to hit the road. From time to time, someone throws a surprised look, but immediately walks on his own. I was stunned by those eyes, so I lowered my head and turned around again, trying to urge the bread to jump into my arms quickly, and then let me catch up with running all the way.
The man has made his face, turned around bored, suddenly grabbed the woman's hand with a shovel, and with that hand, regardless of the woman's amazing eyes, scooped up the cake in the pot. Oil star splashed on the surface of the pot, risking oil flowers, and the woman who took her hand patted him on the shoulder. His smile overflowed his eyes, and her lips evoked a spring-like smile. "Are you finished?" The woman pretended to be angry, raised her eyebrows and asked with a straight waist.
"To help you." At some point, the man skillfully grabbed the shovel again.
A thin layer of fog diffuses, and the warm yellow light is hazy, which actually casts a romantic color on this ordinary small scene.
My eyes bumped into a pair of mirror-like eyes, and the woman's face seemed to be blushing. She pushed away the people around her, soft, and smiled at me: "It will be fine soon!" "
I consciously disturbed this excellent artistic conception and quickly turned to the street again.
The sun has set, but it is still shining. People in pedestrians always stand, take a look at the sun and speed up their steps. The streets are golden, and weeds and bushes keep the selected points in a small world. I quietly enjoyed the scenery I had never noticed. In the future, you'd better slow down.
Thank you for your time with spring! Every day without dancing is a disappointment to life.
Although winter has unconsciously disappeared into the calendar and spring has returned to the world, the weather is still cold. Although it hasn't been cold for a long time, a cold wind from time to time can make me shiver in a cotton-padded coat. The shadow of winter still hangs over this lifeless world, and the long-lost spring has never seen her again.
Go out for a walk early in the morning, and don't forget to add an extra underwear before you go out. As soon as I went out, I ran into a cold wind and couldn't help but take a step back. Looking at the bare branches of the surrounding trees, my heart became bare and lost its vitality. I began to question the world, where is the green that should have appeared?
I walked on, rubbing my hands from time to time, warming my hands and heart. Unconsciously, I walked to the lawn of the community, and the lawn was still yellow-it seemed like this a long time ago-lacking vitality. I can't help sighing, and my mood is assimilated by the howling cold wind.
Suddenly, I took a step back as if I had been electrocuted, and I felt a dull tingling in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes. Yes, I'm not mistaken. As real as a dream. On the other side of the lawn not far from me, there is a faint green. I ran, afraid that all this would suddenly pass, and I couldn't face it.
Yes, all this is true, and I can't help but be surprised. First of all, the light green grass is exposed from the cracked soil, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding light yellow hay and is particularly eye-catching. Pieces of grass were blown dry by the cold wind, and the young leaves became dry and withered. But it is still green and has never lost its unique color, because it is the color of life, green in spring and full of business.
Early spring in the north is not suitable for plant growth, in this season when everything is dying. This grass propped up this depression with its own green color. It can be said that the life of this grass is not wonderful, and the branches and leaves are not full. However, it still persists and persists, just to prove itself and realize the meaning of its own life-to give its little green in the monotonous cold wind! It succeeded, and with strong will and belief, it fulfilled the long-cherished wish of life.
I silently photographed this grassland as a souvenir with my camera, and let this photo accompany me and always urge me to fight for the meaning of life!
In spring, it spread enthusiasm on the newly awakened earth, and the earth yawned and stretched, so it adjusted its clothes. Show its most youthful side.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. Walking on the path, looking around, a layer of white fog just floats in the air at will, or stands or swims; Or go their separate ways or hold a group to keep warm. The arrival of spring rain. Wet my hair, wet my cheeks, and sent out a series of light and clear laughter, hitting the eaves of Japanese tile houses in the street, hitting the bare shoulders of rickshaw pullers and jumping on the girl's oil-paper umbrella, as if taking a black-and-white photo step by step. Although it is silent, it is very vivid. Whether it is near or far, the grass is so bright, and only a touch of green is faintly visible overhead. I took a deep breath and spit it out slowly-there was a feeling of seclusion!
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. By the river, rows of trees bent down and reluctantly sent their children away. Catkin slipped away happily in the wind, like a snow and a dream. Some sheep don't know the height of the earth, but they run to the swift river. The river gently pushed the sheep and pushed them into the whirlpool. Flour struggled, never advanced or retreated, and naively drifted with the tide. Bathed in the gentle breeze, I came to the river and held out my hand. Let me check the water temperature. Yo! A chill stung my hand like a silver needle, and the warmth touched by my mother just now completely dissipated.
The canoe is shorter than the West Lake, and the green water is winding. Cao Fang Long Beach I seem to be on the West Lake in Yangzhou, enjoying the rippling waters. I can't help thinking of a park I used to go to when I was a child. Whenever spring is intoxicating, I take a bucket to catch tadpoles by the pool in the park. A group of children gathered around the pond, ignoring the empty swing and the crooked seesaw, staring at tadpoles in front of the warm trees that the early warblers were vying for. Everyone cast envious eyes on the man who carried a bucket full of water.
Spring is like a cheerful tune, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
Teacher's comment: For example, the beautiful description of prose poems makes people feel like spring breeze, and each paragraph is quoted by ancient poems, showing literary talent. Great! Pay attention to the image described to conform to the artistic conception. For example, the second paragraph describes the spring rain with a slightly different artistic conception. Come on!