Spring Diary 1 Winter has passed and spring has come again. Everything has become full of vitality.
Grass like a timid "snail" quietly emerged from the shell, just out of the "snail" tender, green. Snail, you are next to me, and I am next to you, like brothers who will never part.
The tree sprouted and blossomed a lot. There are peach blossoms, pear blossoms and apricot blossoms. They are red as fire, pink as Chardonnay and white as snow. They have different colors and give off a charming fragrance. A gust of wind blew, and the fragrance came face to face and floated into my nose, clear and refreshing.
Spring breeze caresses my cheek like a child's hand, gently and softly.
Spring rain is like cattle hair, like steel needles, like hair. After the baptism of the spring rain, the leaves are greener and the grass is greener.
In the square, middle-aged people are dancing, old people are doing aerobics, children are flying kites, and everyone is out. The deserted square suddenly became lively.
Spring is the beginning of all seasons. It represents morning, vitality and hope.
I like spring.
Diary of Spring Day: Jasper dressed as a tree and hung 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " Quietly, quietly, Miss Chun quietly came to our nature.
Look! The grass is sucking the milk of Mother Earth, jumping from the lovely little head and dancing happily under the touch of the spring breeze. Grandpa Liu, a tall willow tree, has sprouted. Under the protection of everyone, they have been growing up happily. Among glistening flowers, peach blossoms and pear blossoms bloom. It is full of vitality and spring.
In the morning, when I walked into the botanical garden, everything changed.
On the lawn, those young figures-handsome brothers and beautiful sisters-have already taken off their thick winter clothes and put on light spring clothes, playing on the lawn surrounded by green grass and trees. Their laughter brought people the vitality of spring. People can't help feeling the temperature in spring.
A fragrant and pleasant spring breeze came to my face, and I narrowed my eyes and sucked greedily. Look up, huh? What are those colorful and eye-catching things in the air? Facing the sunshine and spring breeze, I looked intently, ah! This is a kite. The breeze holds a kite and shakes it into the sky. Long "dragons", fierce "tigers", embarrassing "pandas" and light "dragonflies" ... dozens of beautifully shaped kites, swinging their tails in the air with the wind or dragons, or skimming over the water, embellish the blue sky into a beautiful picture. Look! The eagle kite is adjusted with the wind. Sometimes hovering at low altitude, sometimes soaring in the air. Sharp eagle beak, eyes of God and lifelike feathers. In the air, these eagles made of paper and bamboo are realistic in the air. Long lines and high kites fly people's hopes and dreams-planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
Diary of Spring Day 3 always hopes 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 turned into 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 be a few clouds hanging in the blue sky, and the sunshine seems to sprinkle a faint golden color on 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, the beauty of spring lies in its blooming flowers, national colors, elegance, exquisiteness and fragrance ... This colorful picture shows Dongfeng its vitality.
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 this time, "I have an appointment not to come in the middle of the night and knock off the snuff." 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.
Look around and you will know that the bell of spring has rung. Emerald is covered with snow. When we see spring, can we hear its unusual sound?
I stood alone on the top of the mountain full of flowers. Quietly … quietly … I'm listening to spring music, and birds are chirping and singing in the branches. Listening to irregular songs reflects the unusual sound of spring. I heard the sound of the wind and grass, heard the tea songs sung by farmers and smelled the flowers.
When I went down the mountain, the branches hooked my coat. Now I hear the call of spring. Let me know the existence and vitality of spring.
I don't think the surface of the world can determine all the States. Can others hear your inner voice? Can you hear the voices in other people's hearts? Do you have a lot of sounds that don't start in the morning, but come from a forgotten corner in your heart, occasionally overflowing or echoing in your mind, and some time and space touch the sound of memories and the sound of the future? The land of your mind is noisy and empty, and there is no sound. Maybe you learn to be quiet and easy to feel, and then make your heart lively, instead of being too noisy to listen.
In spring, you should calm down and let the real voice grow and flow in your heart. Listen carefully! No life can temporarily stop moving and stop the flow of life in this room.
Some sounds made by life are inaudible, but visible. Some sounds can grow in your heart, even become very loud, and there is no sound in your ears. That special sound is spring.
In the morning, the air is particularly fresh, and I know that spring is coming. Take off your thick winter clothes and run to nature.
What jumped into my eyes was a hundred flowers blooming. The tea boiled, and it smiled at me boldly. Some are red, some are yellow and some are pink. How beautiful! Grass sticks out from the ground. Trees are dancing in the wind. Willow dances with the wind, as if to say, "I am the most beautiful in spring." At this time, the most rare cherry blossoms waved to me. Although there are only a few flowers on the branch, it also shows its extraordinary beauty. The most striking thing is the colorful tulips. It is like a shy little girl, always hiding in the petals, afraid to come out.
How beautiful spring is! Everywhere is a green ocean, a world of flowers.
A diary of a spring day 6 Grandpa Dong left, and Miss Chun quietly came to us. Grass sticks out from the ground. It looks around, but it can't get enough of it. Peach blossoms opened, revealing a pink smiling face, willows with long green braids, swallows flying back from the south as if welcoming the arrival of spring, butterflies dancing among the flowers, the sun gradually rising in the east, and Miss Chun woke up hibernating animals as if telling them that spring was coming. The spring breeze blows across our faces, as if touching our little faces, which is very soft and comfortable. Some small trees on the roadside have sprouted, while others have sprouted flowers and bones. The ice in the river melted and the sun shone on the lake. In the morning, we welcome Mr. Chun to the school. During the break, I played hide-and-seek with my classmates and Miss Chun, ringing the bell and playing football. We are so happy! We go home with Miss Chun after school.
What a beautiful spring! Students, do you like spring? I like spring very much.
Diary of a Spring Day On the seventh spring, everything was born. Delicate flowers, delicate and delicate sentiments, white clouds as light as gauze and lively and lovely purple swallows are all the charm of spring.
When I came to the river, I saw young flowers and plants with strings of water droplets, greedily sucking the dew of nature. This tall poplar tree has green leaflets. Peach blossoms are also in full bloom, like patches of rouge and clouds of rosy clouds, reflecting the vibrant earth. Come, spring has really come, and this ray of spring is stroking our bloodshot skin.
When I came to the park, the grass had emerged from the low-lying areas, grew tall under the nourishment of the spring rain and thrived under the sunshine. At this time, the grass is only one centimeter high, lovely green, like a big sponge, very comfortable. Looking up at the blue sky, I found several kites flying freely in the blue sky, looming, suddenly far away and suddenly near.
In the field, this gorgeous rape flower is also in bloom. In the distance, this long and narrow rape field is like a golden zone of nature; This sporadic rape field is golden, alternating with the green of beans and wheat, interweaving into beautiful patterns to decorate the field. This endless rape field is like a green carpet, covered with a layer of yellow fluff; In the river next to the rape field, the river is green, the vegetable shadow is reflected, and the yellow and green are distinct. This golden yellow flower, with four tiny petals spread out, is neatly arranged around the long cauliflower, just like a lovely yellow butterfly. Flowers everywhere, wild "butterflies", merged into a Wang Yang sea.
Spring is like a fairy. She came to Hainan Island from the ocean, and some came to the two ends of the mainland from Hainan Island, conveying the news of spring all the way. Wherever she went, the snow and ice melted, trees sprouted, flowers bloomed, hibernating animals woke up with their eyes open ... The road she walked immediately became a colorful road, and flowers and trees were full of vitality.