Chapter 1: March Sunshine Prose March sunshine beats on fields, treetops, fish ponds and people's faces. Suddenly, rape flowers dyed the fields yellow, new buds decorated the trees, fish disturbed the silence of the mud pond, and people's faces and hearts were so warm that they could no longer hide their joy.
The sunshine in March, pouring down with the power of prosperity, richly fills the whole world and cannot be ignored.
The sunshine in March makes the breeze playful and brisk. The breeze is as gentle and gentle as a girl's hair. Sunlight also gives the hair a bright light, and the breath of youth floats into the distance. People are eager to run in the wind, and the sunshine in March is a relief. She knows the efforts and determination of those who are eager to run in the breeze. The way they fly in the wind under the sun in March is beautiful.
The sunshine in March calls for new life to emerge from the tender green grass. For example, the little hands of newborn babies are too delicate to touch. A little soft and weak green, glowing in the sun, almost transparent. After a night of spring rain, the sun became brighter and brighter, and the earth took on a new look. The grass was dyed with a green brush at once, and it was green and faint. That kind of green can penetrate the bottom of my heart and give people peace.
The sunshine in March makes the buds grow strong and gorgeous. The budding bud in the sun stretches shyly layer by layer, just like a little girl who has been practicing ballet diligently for a long time, and will soon be on the stage to show her most graceful dance. And we are not disappointed, because when you come around, you are already in the sea of flowers, and there is a fragrance floating up and down. Reach out your hand, and you will touch the tenderness of the branches and flow poetically in the March sunshine.
The sunshine in March awakened the sleeping fish in the water. One by one, they put their heads out of the water, curiously watching the changes in the earth, watching the newly-pumped buds, newly-opened petals, the swallows returning to the south and greedily basking in the sun. They know that the sunshine in March is the friendliest and kindest. She can refract the colorful bubbles in their mouths and compose their dancing into melodious music.
The sunshine in March wakes up the earth and makes spring sprout. The breeze longs for her tenderness, the flowers and plants appreciate her efforts, and the fish miss her friendship. Misty rain is understanding, flowers and plants are warm-hearted, and together with her, it brings spring to the world, and the world is covered with fragrance in the embrace of the seeds she loves.
The sunshine in March is mild, but not very warm. Walking in the sun, everyone is so beautiful, friendly and happy permeates every soul, and they are light and happy. Like a butterfly dancing in the sun, the happy heart finally couldn't hide and broke through the gorgeous coat.
The sunshine in March gave the world lush and gave people high hopes. Under the sunshine, all life is full of vitality, and all the scenery is refreshed. Release all the energy accumulated in winter and greet another vibrant life ring with full spirit. No longer ask where time has gone, but look for the power given by time in the crisp birdsong to create a new beautiful time.
The sunshine in March is full of hope, courage and strength. In the sun, those branches and buds strive to draw rain for every inch of growth, and those buds accumulate strength for every bloom. Life thrives and is full of vitality through strength and hard work again and again. As bright as you, the sunshine in March gave me infinite courage and strength to overcome difficulties and obstacles when difficulties came.
The sunshine in March brings happiness, hope and strength to spring. When the sun gently falls on me, my soul is singing.
March sunshine, you are closer to spring.
Chapter 2: Sunshine Prose in March: Foresight, Green and Flowers.
Pick a willow branch and break it.
Watch out for the spring tip.
Strong winds come and go in a hurry.
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In March, the noon sun in the south is the clearest. Usually I used to open the closed curtains after waking up, staring at the sun with my eyes half open, and people were still dull for a while. Staying in a stream in the valley is the most pleasant day.
When I was a teenager, I loved to run all over the ravine. I don't know fear, and I don't quite understand why I like to run around in the mountains all day. At that time, I only knew that it was very cold in the mountains, and the wind blowing from the Woods had a smell that made you happy. You also like to lie on the grass on the hillside in the morning of March and stare blankly at the rising sun in the sky. You didn't run into the Woods until you were sweating. There may be many delicious wild fruits in it. The most harvested in March is sweet dried fruit. At that time, there were many such trees on the mountain next to grandma's house, and now they are almost gone. Just like that sentence, your time is gone forever.
After the rain in March, there will be a kind of sour and sweet Hugo, which is as big as the head of chopsticks and like water drops growing in leaves. It is red and orange. After the rain, it smiled brightly in the sun. When picking trees, they seem to come out as soon as they touch water. Now you can't say how delicious it is to pick a handful and throw it in your mouth. Sometimes I buy it on the street.
When I have money, I mostly buy books to read. When you were a child, you had the most books among your peers, so you occasionally went to a small bookstall to earn one or two articles during the holidays. I wish I had kept those books until now. Your books are as many as two cartons, but my father set fire to them that year, and I still can't figure out why. Maybe my father didn't know when to burn his book, which made your book suffer.
Where I grew up, I was used to being familiar with mountains and rivers. In the first few years when I first arrived in this city, people were very formal. I haven't said a few words to anyone for a year, and I have little contact with people. It's unnatural to open the photos when I first came here occasionally, and it's unnatural to sit still and laugh. People will change, but some changes are good and some are unnecessary. Just waiting for it to keep a childlike heart.
The counting time passed unconsciously. These people go to the teacher to practice guzheng on weekends, cross stitch when they have time, play ball when they have time, and climb the mountain alone with headphones on after dusk. This habit seems to have never stopped during the three months when I went out to study. Maybe I don't know who to miss. I couldn't sleep for half a night, and my roommate brought red wine back. They habitually drink a little before going to bed every night, but she has more places. In addition to sometimes accompanying girlfriends on blind dates, I usually don't make any noise and bow my head to eat, and occasionally look up and smile at them, so I spend more time alone. Fortunately, because I have to work in my original unit, I have to wait for an email every night.
It is the hardest time to get off work at night. After getting familiar with the environment for a few days, you observed the mountain behind the office building, but you also found a good place. Every day after work in the whole building, you put on your prepared sportswear and run quietly to the back of the office area. The tea forest is visible on the mountain, but the path behind it is invisible. In three months, you have never seen anyone there. Time is fixed. Look at this road. The deeper you go, the denser the forest becomes. Generally, I dare not go too far. After all, it is not a place you are familiar with. You don't need to know where it leads, and you haven't asked anyone. This road spent the night with you.
It seems that you have never told anyone about it, because you don't know who to tell some things, and some things are buried deep in your heart. Remember to ask them what they think of you when you come back, and just say you love sports. That's right, because you always walk down the hill quietly alone, and only in this way will you feel happy. After returning to the town, you still go climbing at night as usual. In some seasons, it gets dark when you come down from the mountain. Maybe nothing terrible has ever happened to you. You don't feel scared. It's just that the lights in that small town have a feeling of being separated from each other in the dark. As a place where you live, the small town is strange, perhaps because your heart has never fallen and you can't see through the tranquility and peace of the small town.
Walking alone for many years is actually very lonely. It's a good thing you have a book with you Fortunately, you have a dream waiting for you, and you are always smiling in your ear. Those years passed like this. You think so. You want him to come, you want him to laugh, you want to go through the spring, summer, autumn and winter with him, and even think of the following trendy words: "A desperate love, a trip that goes away." Originally, you are usually happiest when you don't know what you want. Just like that, you are still alive, neither tomorrow nor today. If you want too much, you will be unhappy. Some things are better not to know, and some people are better not to meet.
Marry the person who loves you or the person you love, this is a very tangled topic. Some people say that your life will be much better if you marry someone who loves you. I just want to ask you if you can tolerate a person you don't love following you all the time, calling 10 minutes to urge you to come back when you go out to play, and saying that you "accompany something and say that you have a beautiful face or something." And there are fewer and fewer topics for two people to talk about, will you be very tired? A female companion once told you that she was very tired, so she got along for several years and broke up before getting married. Now she doesn't want to get married because the person she loves doesn't love you, and the person who loves you doesn't love him.
Some people say they dare not marry the person you love, but in the end, he loves someone else. When will the days of strange bedfellows end? Do you mean that you must endure and torture yourself until all the hate words are used up? So I'm afraid of that kind of marriage. If you are willing to spend the rest of your life alone, you can live well. There is a female companion who has been in love with someone for a long time and said that she wants to get married when she is almost 30, but no one has come to propose. In fact, she has been waiting for that person, the person who often laughs with him, and that person doesn't say whether he likes it or not. I just often ask her to play together, and my peers criticize him for not "marrying" again, which will harm a good woman. You say who can help this kind of thing, but you suffer the people who wait.
And that female companion who is several years older than you will tell you one day, but you always think that she is very happy. She said that she knew him because she was too old to be urged at home. On the first day, she was introduced to a nice guy who looked honest. She thought she was a good person and married. After marriage, she doesn't want to hit her often, and there is no reason, even when she is pregnant. Sometimes she comes back from the outside without saying anything, and she is unprepared when she pulls it up. She told you it felt like playing Japanese devils on TV, playing that.
What happened to some men? They bullied her, but were not allowed to leave. After hitting people, they begged for mercy and shed tears. They swear that they can't live, but the next attack may be in a few days or half a month. She said that at first she hid at home and was afraid to let her parents and relatives know. She wants a divorce, but she wants to appeal. She is worried that it will be bad for her children. She timidly told the leaders of his unit that people all said it was difficult to manage. After all, she can't live without a word of hate. Are you saying that she is too weak or has too many unclear ingredients? As a woman, you think that only economic independence will make her have personal dignity. It was okay for her to have a work connection.
I have also seen my sister's life, marrying a person she doesn't love, living a life without food and clothing, complaining and quarreling for half a lifetime. You are afraid of living that life, thinking of someone in your heart, but still living with someone you don't love, so you don't want to live that life. You have to live that life wholeheartedly, so you are doomed to be unhappy, because the probability is very small, just like you just love him and love you. When you meet him, you can pick you up and spin as soon as you turn around, especially.
In fact, it is not good for people to be really complicated. Some things should be let bygones be bygones, and some lives should be recognized, right Then life will stop, and then life will be comfortable. Sister laughs at you. You get up and run after 6 o'clock every morning. You spell documents at work, climb mountains and walk after work. You didn't come back until 1 1 in the store at night. You don't go to bed until after 0/2 at night/kloc-. What do you still have time to do? You just smile, you can't change the habit of living like this all the time. When I was in the country, I didn't sleep until one or two in the morning, but I fell asleep when I saw the snow on TV. Life was heartless. Ask you again and just answer with a smile. This is muddling along and leaving a heart that loves you.
Chapter 3: March Sunshine Prose has been in a haze for two months, and has left us temporarily, not only for the weather, but also for the mood. Although spring came a little early this year, it only smells like spring at this moment in the sun. Mulberry trees just spit out light green to welcome new life. At this time, camellia is in full bloom. All kinds of bright red, noble purple and pure white are beautifully dressed and attractive. In a few days, it will be the season of peach blossom again. The only regret is that there are few original 3,000 peach blossoms here. Although the life span of flowers is short, it is a kind of bloom that makes people so infatuated and so sad, and so is some love.
Lust for the sunshine in March, mild but not warm, as fresh and elegant as the warm spring breeze, and some are affectionate and warm without affectation, relaxing from the inside out. This is the essence of many things, there should be a degree, neither too cold nor too hot, the temperature is still the same, not to mention personality, life and love. . .
I used to understand the mean as mediocrity, but now I think of irony. The difference between the two concepts is so far, which is the difference between appearance and essence. The five years of adolescence are the period of greatest change in one's life. Physically or psychologically, many things were always self-righteous five years ago, but they turned around five years later. I used to think that sadness is the whole of words, words are the whole of my life, and paranoia and willfulness are the characteristics of youth and frivolous. However, reality has taught me not to define anything easily, especially myself, so as to be calm.
The scale of love is the most difficult to grasp, and there must be progress and retreat: I hold you too tightly, and you say that I have not given you freedom; I let you go. It doesn't matter if you say you are mine. Don't think too well of ta, don't think too badly of ta, don't hold it too tightly, don't let it go too loosely, don't spoil it too much, and don't ignore it too much. This sentence also applies to dealing with interpersonal relationships in life.
Everyone is trying to change, whether voluntarily or by being changed. The environment is often artificial and can be changed. We can only overcome ourselves, but in fact, the most difficult thing to overcome is ourselves. If you conquer yourself, you will be fearless. Only those that can stand the test of time will be classic and regarded as immortal. Those that can't stand the scrutiny of time are all floating clouds.
Reinforced concrete has built this material world, and everyone lives in their own besieged city, busy for their livelihood, unable to rest, as if they have gained something, but nothing. Why not put a cane chair among the green flowers on a quiet Sunday morning, enjoy the gentleness of the sunshine, brew a cup of light tea, listen to the chirping of insects and birds, read warm words, or a book or a newspaper, or quietly recall the past, which has nothing to do with sadness, joy, love and hate, but only fleeting time.
Everyone needs to give himself a quiet morning, or a cold winter, let go of all his obsessions and learn to look at and define everything around him again, including himself. Only by looking at the past can we better live the present and plan tomorrow. People's minds are always changing. It is not necessarily wrong to act on intuition, but if we don't ignore our actions and words, we will definitely miss more. Selfishness in today's society, no one has discussed right or wrong, but everyone should be responsible not only for himself (behavior), but also for the people around him. This is the sign of maturity. If you love people around you, you should learn to love yourself.
Life is not only a heavy history for us, but also a profound philosophy. Only by learning this art well can we live more calmly, whether it is sunny or rainy.
Chapter Four: Sunshine Prose in March, with the comfort of Spring Festival, smelling the fresh air. When a ray of sunshine generously sprinkled on the earth, we walked into the countryside in March and into the crowd enjoying flowers.
Bathed in the sunshine in March, the heart is surging, and no force can stop the pace of spring. Looking up at the sky, in the blue tranquility, the clouds are spreading. Looking down, under the mottled light and shadow, it is the rustling of leaves falling. The intersection of sunshine and dense forests is an unparalleled beauty.
The sun is shining in March, and everything is full of vitality. Birds stop on the dense branches and sing for the beautiful spring. Strolling in the colorful grass and green where butterflies and bees are flying, I pursue the footprints of spring, breathe the fragrance of the season and feel the refreshing beauty of spring.
The sunshine in March, polishing the shiny plowshares, goes deep into the hardened soil and makes the breath of spring gather more and more. Spring river plumbing, swaying light waves and rippling spring breeze echo each other.
The sunshine in March, reflecting pink and green, embraced the oath and withered all the memories of winter.
The sunshine in March, in the bustling crowd, sounded the wind chimes of life. At the moment of staring, my affectionate eyes are alone in my sight. On the bumpy road of my life, a low eyebrow bent by depression covered my eyes with the attitude of willow leaves.
Take a deep and shallow step and walk into the sunshine in March. The deep homesickness remains the same, the figure of hometown remains the same, the warm spring breeze blows, the sharp bamboo shoots break through the ground with the energy of a winter, and the crystal dew blooms with the heart sound. Look at the swaying branches, new passion is brewing more thrilling buds.
I wandered in the sunshine in March, listening to the flowers with a devotion, singing poems with a passion, and writing the eternal spring in the process of life with a dedication.