Shortly after the beautiful prose article 1 was surprised, several spring thunder arrived as scheduled, awakening some sleeping spring. After a rain in Mao Mao, spring becomes thicker and deeper: trees are greener and brighter, flowers are brighter, and the spring breeze is getting warmer and warmer. The thunder when you wake up, like an alarm clock set by hibernating insects, rumbles and wakes up dormant insects, as well as sleeping memories.
There is a saying in folk proverbs that "hold silkworm eggs in February", which means that silkworm eggs can be ready to hatch when they wake up, and silkworm eggs just hatch when the leaves turn green and overcast in the spring breeze. As far as I can remember, every year after the scare, the children in the village always get some silkworm eggs-a piece of paper filled with silkworm eggs, carefully torn into pieces, packed in an iron box the size of a palm, and then wrapped in cotton cloth. Conceptually, it is necessary to increase the incubation temperature of silkworm eggs-just like hens need to keep warm when hatching chicks. And the most surprising thing is that one morning, after being awakened by adults, the silkworm came out.
So he didn't wear clothes, so he hurried out of bed to look. But when it approached the iron box, it became cautious again. Gently pick up the tin box and slowly open the lid. I saw a little thing as small as a needle tip and as black as an ant crawling in the box. At that moment, I was full of excitement but held my breath, for fear that heavy breathing would blow these little things away. The expression on his face and the quiet atmosphere may be much more holy than when he offered sacrifices to God and ancestors. Adults have already got elm leaves and scattered them in iron boxes, just watching them eat with relish.
Yes, not all silkworms fed mulberry leaves at that time. There is only one mulberry tree in the village, so it is difficult to climb it and pick it. Even so, the composition of silkworms has never been a problem. Elm leaves can be picked everywhere, and alfalfa buds scattered all over the ground can also be picked. Therefore, in the sericulture season, we often see children knocking down an elm tree and picking fresh leaves, and we can also see two or three children squatting in the alfalfa field after school and picking alfalfa buds. They choose carefully, with expressions and patience like the most qualified workers.
Right? Just as adults do their best to take care of farming, children do their best to take care of silkworms.
Get up in the morning, wash in a hurry, and before eating, start cleaning up the residual leaves of silkworm excrement and picking new leaves to feed silkworms. At the dinner table, I will watch silkworms chew leaves and rice with relish. Sometimes I even forget to read books because of raising silkworms, but compared with the fun of catching crickets and beating grasshoppers, my parents never really get angry because of raising silkworms, at most, they just laugh and scold a few words. Before going to bed at night, you have to add some new leaves for fear of starving silkworms. During this period of sericulture, serving silkworms has almost become the first thing to wake up in the morning and the last thing before going to bed at night.
During the break, when the teacher was writing on the blackboard, he secretly took out the iron box hidden in his schoolbag, gently opened it and quietly took a look at the silkworm. This situation is like a mother who misses her child, so she has to pay attention to it all the time. When the silkworm is big, the tin box will take a back seat and be handed over to the pencil case. Although it can be put on the desk aboveboard at this time, Mr. Ma slipped and one day, he finally "had both" and "dropped a box". As a result, I was worried and anxious, and I was no longer in the mood to listen. After school, I hesitated for a while, and then went to ask the teacher for it. It is reassuring that the teacher not only didn't throw away the silkworm, but also added elm leaves. Because of this, I have become more respectful to my teacher.
Little friends often get together and take out their silkworms, show each other and judge each other. Of course, you can exchange your two small silkworms for a big one, and you may even get one or two if you have a good relationship. Unconsciously, because of the silkworm bond, the seeds of friendship bloom in a small heart and brew sweet dew.
At that time, the countryside was not rich in materials, and few children could have decent toys. Silkworm rearing has undoubtedly greatly enriched their childhood life. Besides, if we can get anything from sericulture, it must be transformation and growth. Silkworms have to shed their skin and pupate all their lives, and pupate into moths. This is metamorphosis for silkworms, but for children, it should be growth, sublimation from rudeness to delicacy, and purification from stubbornness to gentleness. Silkworm can make the urchin who has chased dogs, caught birds, chased chickens and caught frogs become cautious, gentle and delicate, and become full of love and kindness.
Even today, when I think about it, greeting and encouragement from one life to another is far from being replaced by cold and hard industrial toys, because it makes you knock on the door of heaven and bathe in the light of God.
The night before yesterday, the sky became darker and darker. The strong wind blew off the red leaves of Cinnamomum camphora on the tree, rolled up the residual flowers that fell to the ground and whirled to the middle of the road. The tiny dead branches on the roadside trees can't stand the toss and fall clearly. The passion fruit vine climbing on the branch was torn off, and the branch attached to it also tore a hole in the road ... The insects dormant under the fallen leaves lost their position instantly.
When it was dark, a spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. Sound waves scared away the laziness of the little guys who lived in the cave for a winter. The mouth of the cave and the wind bring the breath of spring.
When it was completely dark, heavy raindrops returned to the ground with the dust and fog gathered in the clouds in winter. The grass buds that had shrunk in the arms of Mother Earth because of dryness were awakened, desperately looking for milk to feed life.
The phone rang, and several children who graduated last year said they would come home to play, which shocked my long-sleeping memory. In six years, I watched them grow from 120 cm to 160 cm or even 180 cm, and drowned me in it, from 25kg to 50kg. From learning to hold a pencil to winning a calligraphy contest, from being difficult to say a complete sentence to winning a provincial speech contest, I recorded my recitation and gave it to me ... I haven't seen it for more than 240 days. Should I grow taller?
Knocking at the door broke my mind. I opened the door, but no one was there. I heard footsteps around the corner and five or six tall figures jumped out. "He Laoshi is good!" The vigorous male voice and the female voice mixed with laughter crashed into the eardrum-still so naughty! Wet hair sticks to the forehead.
Five or six children come from three different middle schools. As soon as I sat down, I began to talk about my current school, class, teachers and classmates. Children who almost never take the initiative to answer questions in their memory also talk endlessly. When you are tired of chatting, you start gossiping and spitting out your classmates. Tone is almost "teacher, do you know ..." "teacher, let me tell you ..." They seem to talk endlessly.
10: 30, several children got up and left after receiving several calls from their parents urging them to go home, but the laughter echoed in the corner of the room and in my heart.
During the holiday, I received three or four groups of children, and every time I was infected by their laughter, many dusty fragmentary memories were awakened again and again, leaving a mellow fragrance.
After seeing the children off, I turned around and saw the calendar, and the fright was approaching.
No wonder Mencius said: "a gentleman has three pleasures, but the king of the world does not exist ... to get the talents of the world, to be fertile, and to have three pleasures."
The footsteps of spring always come quietly. Before the shock, there was a deep chill in the air. With the rain, I never left. Shocked, she saw the bright sunshine in the morning. She walked lightly, shivering with the cold, stepping on the recycled paper money on the ground.
The sleeping earth slowly began to wake up, and everything began to sprout in the rain, dew and sunshine. Looking at the calendar in front of my desk, I opened every page, and the dates of the 24 solar terms were marked in red. Feel this moment carefully, and you will be deeply impressed by the long-term accumulated experience and wisdom of the ancient working people. However, maybe you will find that at this time, the cold and warm air meet, and it is a little cold at both ends, and the sunshine at noon will be very warm. At this time, the working people began to choose excellent seeds, and after the vernal equinox, they shed hard sweat and planted hope. Every seed is an expectation of receiving goods, and receiving goods in the next season is happy.
In the spring sky, the soft wind blows gently, clear white clouds flow in the air, the sky is blue, and kites fly slowly to the sky in different shapes. Of course, at this time, you may want to take your wife and children to see the annual Langfang Kite Festival and visit the wonderful competitions of a large number of kite lovers.
In spring, the mountains wake up in silence and deep sleep, the gray clothes slowly retreat and put on the green windbreaker, and the flowers will compete to integrate into the Spring Festival. Walking in the mountains at this time, green is elegant green. There are birds shuttling in the forest, and our laughter echoes the birds shuttling in the forest.
When spring comes to the river, the river becomes clearer and clearer, the breeze blows, the clear water waves ripple and turn green in the mountains. She quietly and tirelessly moistens the earth and flows eastward. At this time, when the heart is silent and only the sound of running water is left, will you regard her as a mother's love, silent and selfless, and her love will never stop no matter how the years pass and how old you are?
After the shock, the pace of spring is faster. Spring here is full of unrestrained colors. In spring, some people spread the hope of a year, some people write a new chapter, and some people are imagining the future. When the hay turns green from the roots, green is always the beginning of hope, and the memory of spring will begin to date us.
Jing Zhe (4) Beautiful prose Spring Thunder, everything is long, tells the meaning of tranquility.
Spring thunder, the horn of spring, blows all over the earth, tearing the silence of the earth, and the dormant small animals poked around to test whether the friendship of spring is firm on the threshold.
Peach blossoms bloom and the Loess Plateau is red. Peach blossom is poetic and picturesque, like an affectionate hand stroking the valley. Birds in the valley are ringing, stroking the countryside, butterflies are wandering, stroking the girl's heart, and the throbbing heartstrings play a song that is no longer far away.
If you strike, I will appear, and the apricot tree will not be outdone. All over the mountains, apricot trees are competing to open and colorful flags are flying. The scene of spring is more lively, bees are picking flowers to make honey, and they will live a sweet life.
The grass is near but not seen, sometimes not seen, vaguely, like a group of naughty children, afraid to see people, which is the most beautiful portrayal of the grass on the loess slope.
The south is already full of beautiful spring scenery and wild flowers everywhere. Small villages are dotted with small flowers, such as small jasper, which is beautiful without losing its charm. In front of farmers, Bai Yutang is rich and gorgeous, graceful, like a beautiful family, gorgeous but not enchanting, graceful but not delicate.
Birds are singing together, which is very lively. If a few orioles are singing among the green willows, the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River will be more vivid, like the finishing touch, which will make an article have a soul.
North and south of the great river, inside and outside the Great Wall, colorful paper kites. Flying in the sky, high and low, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, will paint children's spring memories more colorful.
Sting, an earth-shattering creation, completely drove away winter and opened the door to spring. All life is full of vitality, dreams and struggles.
Five or six children come from three incompatible middle schools. As soon as they sat down, they began to talk about their classes, teachers and classmates. Children who almost never take the initiative to answer questions in their memories also rolled around, saying that they were tired and began to gossip and spit out their classmates. The tone is almost "You know what, sir?" "Let me tell you, sir ..." They seemed unable to finish it.
The night before yesterday, the sky became darker and darker. The wind blew off the red leaves of Cinnamomum camphora on the tree, rolled up the residual flowers that fell to the ground and whirled to the middle of the road. The tiny dead branches on the roadside trees can't stand the toss and fall clearly. The vines that climbed the branches were uprooted, and even the branches were torn off ... The insects hibernating under the fallen leaves stopped and landed on their feet.
When it was dark, a spring thunder hit the ground from the sky torn by lightning in the north. Sound waves scared away the laziness of the little guys who lived in the cave for a winter. The mouth of the cave and the wind bring the breath of spring.
During the holiday, I received three or four groups of children, and every time I was infected by their laughter, many dusty fragmentary memories were awakened again and again, and a mellow and strong nasal spray floated out.
When it was completely dark, raindrops returned to the ground with dust and haze gathered in the clouds all winter, and the grass buds dormant in the arms of Mother Earth were awakened, desperately looking for milk to feed life.
Knocking at the door interrupted my train of thought. I opened the door, but there was no one inside. I heard footsteps around the corner and five or six tall figures jumped out. "Hello, Mr. He!" Simple and honest male and female voices mixed with laughter crashed into the eardrum-still so slick! Wet hair sticks to the forehead.
10: 30, several children received several calls from their parents urging them to go home, and then broke up, but the laughter echoed in the corner of the room and my heart.
When the telephone tried to ring, several children who left school last year said they would go home to play, which caused a sensation in my memory of hibernating for a long time. For six years, I watched them grow from 120 cm to 160 cm or even 180 cm and swallowed me up from 25 kg to 50 kg. From learning to hold a pencil to winning a prize in a calligraphy contest, from being difficult to say a complete sentence to winning a provincial speech contest, I recorded my recitation and gave it to me ... I haven't seen it for more than 240 days. Should I grow taller?
After seeing the children off, I turned to see the calendar, and my horror was near.
No wonder Mencius said, "A righteous man has three pleasures, but Wang Shijie has nothing to do with it ... He is taught by the world's talents, and the three pleasures are also."
The day before the earthquake, in the afternoon, a string of muffled thunder sounded on the horizon, and the clouds were stacked and surrounded. The sun disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and it rained slowly and densely. Yesterday, the sun shone brightly, as if it were a lifetime ago. When I went downstairs in the morning, the tree in front of the window only had young leaves on some sunny branches, and the whole tree was still very old. Today is the big day it looks forward to. All the energy and expectation of savings are waiting for this spring thunder, this spring rain, to start the story of this year.
A few days ago, I stayed in the country for one night. I get up in the morning and go for a walk in the field. The ground has not fully woken up, and the weeds have not dispersed, one east and one west. Plum blossoms are in bloom, as white as fog. Plum blossoms have fallen, resulting in small plums. The wind in Meng Chun is still a little cold in the morning, but the air is humid and smells of grass. On the hillside in the distance, there is an oriole calling. White clouds, like ribbons, wound around distant mountains and refused to leave for a long time. I don't know whose chicken escaped the killing at the end of the year, but it is already in the field, walking comfortably in twos and threes.
The firecrackers in front of the ancestral temple in the countryside haven't been cleaned up yet. They can't wait to finish the Lantern Festival and see the gongs, drums and songs that greet the gods. The children who go to work in the city have dragged their suitcases to the entrance of the village, waiting for the bus to return to the city and rushing back to the city. The trunk is so full that my mother's sleeves and apron can't be untied. She tried to stuff something into the trunk, but she was laughed as if she were on the run or hungry. There is nothing in the city. Alas, the root of this colorful world is actually here. But we turn a blind eye, we abandon our shoes, and we rush to the front without hesitation, to the seemingly infinite possibilities and temptations, and to the duckweed-like world of mortals. Let parents and hometown be at a loss.
Stunned, desire and spring are just around the corner, in the temple and in the countryside. Whether it is a world event or a snail's horn dispute, it looks great. Maybe, it was a storm, maybe it was an opportunity, it was just a heartbeat. You can say that this countryman has never seen the world. But the country people have seen the world for generations, from face to lining.
Sting, hinting, planning, encouraging, encouraging, expecting. Success and victory are just around the corner. You should dare to think and act, and become idle, passionate and ambitious. My heart itches, my eyes shine and my voice is loud. Everyone is thinking, rubbing their hands, and they can't wait to grab the card from God and see if it is the one they want. Spring thunder bursts like drums, urging you to get faster and faster.
But ah, cuckoo calls again and again; However, the water in the rice fields is rising inch by inch. Mabel Miao is gone, the egrets are flying, the spring rain is falling, and the hemp fiber is wearing a hat. This is the initial heart of the shock. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. This is heaven and earth, this is constancy, this is certainty, and this is distracting thoughts. What did Dili do for me? This is the foundation of all peace and stability.
As for the seeds of desire in that flashy world, what will grow? That's what we country people can't say. It's better not to say it. If you are interested, you can look through that pile of old paper. There is such a story above, and you will understand it after reading it.
I also know that this is too conservative. Then there should always be hope. After all, it is spring. You have to make people expect something. ...
The heart is moving, and there are thousands of thoughts. Listening to thunder in a quiet place is a shock of the day.
Tomorrow is the surprise of the twenty-four solar terms and the third solar term in spring. This morning, the sky seems to be cracking. The spring rain is rushing and flying freely. This is the second rain after the Spring Festival.
Good rain knows the season, and this timely rain expresses the imagination that winter will go and spring will come. It is a prelude to the revival of all things in solar terms, and it is also the most expensive seasoning to moisten spring ploughing.
Tripterygium wilfordii raised his long eyebrows, took a sip of his wide mouth, and his throat felt a little stuffy. This dry cough is a signal from Raytheon, and it is a timed alarm clock for 24 solar terms. He is reminding snakes and insects that have been dormant for a winter that it is time to wake up from the warm bed of hibernation.
Shocking solar terms, suddenly cold and warm, spring thunder sounded, and everything grew. "When peaches begin to blossom; Second, wait for Cang Geng Ming; The third waiting eagle turned into a pigeon. "In mid-spring, just as the north is still a winter scene with snow wrapped in cold silver makeup. "Lianyungang is already another warm sunny day in September.
Peach blossoms gradually spit out shy stamens in the warm sunshine. In the warm spring season in bloom, pear blossoms slowly and gracefully. The orioles on the branches are singing songs praising spring, and the swallows are dancing under the warm eaves.
I was born in the cold winter of October, and I do nothing like a bug every winter, hiding in the warm bed in winter and unwilling to go out. Just a lazy dragon hibernating. Hey! Can you blame me? I am a dragon born in winter! God bless!
I really like the way that insects sleep in isolated winter. There are no complicated and changeable interpersonal relationships, no parents who bother one after another, and no noise that stirs the soul. Focus on your own world, like heartless happiness, unrestrained freedom, simple happiness. Be a completely honest, enthusiastic and free person, kind and sincere, caring and satisfied person.
Once upon a time, I met many insignificant friendships. Care about them like sisters and love them like intimate friends who talk about everything. Everywhere you go, you walk hand in hand, and every meal is inseparable. Gave too much true feelings and energy. Even if they are wrong, they are never at ease. Allow them to have shortcomings and shortcomings, little jealousy and chicken intestines. I will resolve it with goodwill and sincerity, and tolerate it with a broad mind.
As a result, all they paid was fake friendship. It is a betrayal of all kinds of friends who value sex more than friends. Finally, I had to give up what I loved and let them pass by one by one. Learn from your own mistakes, and from then on, treat friendship badly.
People say nerd, nerd. Do people who like reading and writing all have my mentality and foolishly imagine others as themselves? Is that how the nerd got it?
Spring thunder woke up all the insects. When I was awakened by thunder, I ushered in a new spring. Go into nature and enjoy the four seasons of sunshine, rain and dew.
The four seasons run in harmony, and as the soul of all things, human beings should also conform to the weather, geographical location and human harmony, so as to make everything get twice the result with half the effort. Although we can't punish evil, we naturally have to move forward in a clockwise direction.
The beautiful prose of 8 animals hiding in the soil in winter without drinking or eating is called "sting". In Lei Zhen, hibernating animals gradually wake up, get out of the soil, and start to breathe the spring air, so as to be frightened.
There are also three stages of fright: one is when the peach blossom begins to blossom; Second, wait for Cang Geng Ming; Three waiting eagles turned into pigeons. Cang Geng is an oriole.
At this time, it has entered mid-spring, and the earth is recovering. Red peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, orioles singing above green willows, swallows flying around, holding grass to build nests, and trading hard work and love for vitality.
Should all this be thanks to frequent thunder?
So do we. Everyone should have a lazy heart! Can you let me sleep until dark? Can we not go to school or work? Can we just eat, sleep and eat in life? Can everyone give me a dollar to make me rich? I don't have the heart to get rich, I just want to be lazy to death.
It is impossible in reality, so I can only lie to myself with my eyes closed.
But there is always a voice that wakes us up from such a dream, whether we want to open our eyes in such a voice or not. Maybe it's our parents, or a teacher who is not angry and arrogant, or an alarm clock set before going to bed. No matter what kind, whether active or passive, whether flattered or unhappy, we always have to dress neatly and stand up straight for the next second.
Wow, no hibernation, no catnap! Let the wake-up gas flood a little more. No matter how sunny it is outside, I don't want to talk. I just want to be so willful.
I don't know if it's my illusion or because I love dogs, but I always feel that the real arrival of spring is actually after the thunder.
Thunder can neither be early nor late, just like a punctual train, roaring from the south; And those who get off the bus are intermittent spring rains.
Rain is like a wanderer living in a foreign country. After a long wait, once he returned to his beloved hometown after a long separation, his eyes sparkled, as if he were in heaven, jumping around and rushing down the clouds to find a happy home. Then, on the window lattice of every household, there was a cheerful and warm knock; As a result, the country that slept all winter completely lost sleep tonight.
I was awakened by thunderous spring thunder in my sleep. -the thunder, bright and bright, excited; Reina, who knows the farmers' mood and season best, always comes and goes in a hurry, and only rings the bell three or five times boldly and then stops abruptly; The spring rain it brings is also sudden and short-lived, and it will come to an abrupt end when it falls for a half, without the moody summer rain and the lingering autumn rain.
With the thunder, I stretched and yawned. The bloated winter clothes are no longer worn, and the leather warm shoes are put in the cupboard, which makes the body relaxed a lot and makes the spirit glow immediately. At the same time, I suddenly have a strong impulse: to go for an outing!
In the field, except for green wheat seedlings, green has not yet become the master of the earth. However, the warm sunshine makes me feel many fresh feelings. First of all, I feel that the air is much fresher and warmer than yesterday. There is also a strong smell, such as smoke and fog, graceful and restrained in exquisiteness, which seems to want to gently wipe the face or make up for the newly awakened village.
Pushing Chai Men away, the previously bare branches were covered with a fluffy new green overnight; On both sides of ditches and roads, grass rushed out of the ground, and contiguous cyan was as eye-catching as newspaper headlines; Of course, there are also works of cock crow here, that is, the birds on the branches, the roosters in the village and the yellow dogs around. ...
The rape in that field, in particular, has put out all the buds. They fiddled with their graceful posture, held apricot flags, staggered on the hillside and on the river bank, and asked the passing breeze from time to time, "Have you seen spring?" Where is spring? " In fact, they don't know that they are in that lovely spring!
Some people say that stabbing pain is not just thunder. Indeed, thunder sounded and there were insects that had been dormant for a cold winter. Earthworms shuttling through the soil, frogs chirping by the pond and squirrels foraging in the Woods are full of vitality, which makes the layout of this newspaper come alive in spring. No wonder writer Andrew West lamented: "Speaking of shock, spring has finally settled down."
Because of the distance, I suddenly felt that my feet were implanted in the depths of the earth and grew thick roots. -With the frightened friendly reminder and the wet spring rain, I think I will grow into a towering tree one day!
Jing Zhe's beautiful prose article 10 means hiding. As soon as the sting arrived, the weather turned warmer, and the spring thunder suddenly moved, which awakened the hibernating animals in the soil and completely tore open the veil of spring.
I like shock, starting with pear soup.
When I was a child, my mother would make Fritillaria and Sydney soup every time I was frightened. According to my mother, during the shock season, the climate is warm and cold, and it is relatively dry, which makes people thirsty and cough due to exogenous factors. Pear is cold and sweet, and has the effects of moistening lung, relieving cough, nourishing yin and clearing heat. In addition, in order to make us less sick and grow up healthily, eating pear soup can keep the disease away from the body.
When mom makes pear soup, peel and peel the Sydney, cut it into small pieces, put it in a pot, then add a proper amount of water, rock sugar and honey, stir it evenly, and finally add a few slices of Fritillaria cirrhosa and cook it slowly with slow fire. Mother stirred with a long-handled spoon from time to time to prevent sugar from sticking to the pot and making the soup paste. At this time, the thick fragrance wafted away and lingered between my nose, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of pear soup.
Mother brought out the cooked pear flower soup, which was thick, greasy and bright. Between the low eyebrows, the rich and distant fragrance will come to my face, refreshing, and the temptation is really unspeakable. Mother's Chuanbei Sydney soup is delicious, spicy but not spicy. Scoop a spoonful with a white porcelain spoon and slowly put it in your mouth. Soft pear soup will slide into your throat gently and delicately without touching your teeth, and the purity and bitterness of Fritillaria cirrhosa will also be covered by crystal sugar honey. Drink slowly, taste delicate, gentle and affectionate, and have a strong maternal love. The whole family will enjoy such delicious food in spring. Having such good food to eat is really a solar term that makes people feel warm when they think about it.
For me, fright is not only a fragment of the season, but also a picture of maternal love. The warm pear soup will remain in my memory forever.