March Spring Rain Prose 1 Spring has come, but the spring rain is late. It was not until mid-March that the willow began to sing intermittently. The willows are covered with green buds, which are playfully fiddled with by the breeze, like a gentle and lovely girl combing her hair, which is particularly attractive.

The ancients said: "Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." In the morning, I woke up in the falling rain, opened the window and a cool breeze blew in. The gray sky is like a drizzle. It was the first rain of the Spring Festival, and it was a happy rain! Everything in the world is moist! In my impression, that spring rain always falls gently on that early spring night, as if it brought unexpected surprises, and as if it were afraid to disturb the sweet dreams of the world, so she was so quiet as a filament touching the thirsty mountains and rivers and wetting every corner.

Summer rain is too fierce, autumn rain is too sad, and winter rain is too cold. But this spring rain, charming and refreshing, with a lovely smile and a little crystal, brought nectar to the earth and coolness to people suffering from drought. Look at the green seedlings in the field, holding their heads high, eager to be baptized by the spring rain; Look at the grass on the roadside, dancing to welcome the arrival of spring rain; Look at the flowers in the garden. They bloom one after another, just like fairies coming down to earth, making passers-by want to see more.

The lingering spring rain weaves the mood of spring obliquely, weaving branches of green shoots one after another, weaving colorful spring flowers, and using her own fragrance, she has infected the land of spring with a layer of earth breath. She weaves spring into a perfect picture with her heart. People who have seen the picture scroll are intoxicated here, and they have a leisurely mood, enjoying the rain brushing her cheeks, feeling her warmth and coolness, and quietly flowing happy or sad thoughts along the rain, washing their hearts.

The weather forecast last night was really effective. Raindrops kept ticking in the morning. There is a trickle on the road, although it brings inconvenience to my trip. But the spring rain is precious and good for farmers' crops, perhaps because I am a complex of farmers' children!

Facing the unique cold of spring, I took to the unfamiliar street. The goods in the small shop are left outside the house. People stood in front of the shop in twos and threes. They carefully select all kinds of bright flowers and pay regular New Year greetings to their relatives. The rain in March also gave people vitality and faint thoughts. Easy, but it's not. My umbrella blows back and forth, just hold it in your hand and shower it! It's really comfortable, and there is a feeling of relaxation and returning to nature. I couldn't help laughing, lest passers-by think I'm crazy. I was walking in a light rain when Ruby Lin's song "Half-Life" came from the barber shop. The way they attract customers attracts me. I'm not going to do my hair. Hey! This imaginative spring rain, this sad music. Reminds me of him again.

I met him in March thirteen years ago, when the rain was still there and the flowers were still there. We only had light contact. He always feels afraid to come near me, and I feel shy and bad. Seemingly reserved. In fact, we all like each other in our hearts. Later, the families of both sides disagreed. Without sunshine and rain, our newly sprouted seeds slowly withered. Later, I returned to the town where I work now. No one touched my heartstrings, but I grew up and watched my classmates go to the marriage hall one after another. My mother always said, "the sweet fruits on the roadside have been picked by others, and you can't pick them in the end." I'm tired of listening to it. A year later, in the spring, I began to fall in love. In less than half a year, I got married. In the whole process, I felt like a child without thoughts and opinions. It led me to sum up myself today and I didn't know how to explain my situation at that time.

Say that I am like this, he also walked into the besieged city like me. We are all working quietly for our families. He is the pillar of the family, and I am the wife. Our lives are interpreted in different places. We met last winter. He was very excited and really asked me how I was doing. I'm not as shy as before. I also asked him how he was, but he didn't say anything. My heart has an unspeakable pain. Maybe my heart was opened for him thirteen years ago. Over time, the door has been quietly locked. There is no place for him in my world. I can only miss him secretly in the spring rain in March.

The spring rain was falling, and the swallow fluttered its wings. He packed his bags and rushed to other places to fight for his life. I wonder if he feels that there is a person silently wishing him peace and health in a small town in a different place! I hope the spring rain can give him my regards!

March Spring Rain Prose 3 Understanding is painful.

I hate all "gentlemen" who explain friendship with love. I hate myself, I hate … you!

one

Late autumn is such a boundless dusk, with dead leaves falling with the wind. You wander alone in the wilderness, so miserable and helpless.

I met you.

My sentimental mood was trampled to death by your steps.

I didn't dare to ask you why, and I knew it was useless, even a mistake.

The world was silent. Before leaving, I just said to you, "Go back to the classroom, it's getting dark." .

two

It feels strange. Perhaps my county dialect touched you, and you told me your misfortune without reservation-your "she" is leaving you! You gave all your heart to her, and you swore that you would only love her once in your life ... You said that you really wanted to fight and drink, and you needed to vent ... Your sentimental heart added another sadness-you are a student, you shouldn't say "that", you shouldn't get into so much trouble, and you shouldn't torture yourself like this! Oh, I won't sink, I will fall.

An inexplicable sense of responsibility suddenly rises, and I will try my best to help you! (Now that I think about it, it's really childish or arrogant.

three

You can recite poems, and I can make up a few words. I thought about it and did it. From then on, I always use my girl's sensitive nerves to perceive your every sadness, and my heart will be happy with you (I say, understanding is painful). The real understanding is to dissect their own wounds. Yes, I was silent for a long time for your pain, and I couldn't sleep all night for your pain. Torture our thoughts countless times, and we talk in poetry. Talk about ideals, life and the world. However, we have never talked about the May grapes in the Garden of Eden, and neither you nor I need them. Our friendship is pure as snow.

The days passed quietly. ...

four

In rainy March, the clear sky suddenly became dense and suffocating, and I just felt suffocated. I regret that I shouldn't have turned back, and I regret why I didn't turn back earlier-I found that the rumor behind me, like March rain, solidified into hail in the cold wave of spring ... My blood seems to have solidified and my heart seems to be stiff. I hate the cold wave in spring, the hail in March (the light rain is severe enough), and I hate this feudal secularism even more! But I still comfort myself: go your own way and let others talk! Besides, I am absolutely not wrong!

However, my broken heart was finally fragile at that moment-

That day, I held my own work and gave it to you with great joy. You uncharacteristically threw a note coldly and left angrily. God, "I need inner peace, please stop throwing stones!" "

From then on, we were strangers. I am no longer in your eyes, and I am not allowed to exist; And I, my strong self-esteem does not allow me to bow to others!

five

The night is beautiful, at least there are many stars, but I can't sleep.

-Quiet! Friend! Don't always try to explain. The misunderstanding is deep and can only make it worse. Yes, your heart is deeply hurt, but you have to believe in time. Time is everything. It will heal your wounds and eliminate misunderstandings in the world ... My head seems to have left me and been comforted in a distant place. Actually, I don't need to think quietly. I just feel pain. Perhaps, just because there is a lot of love in the world, and people themselves are easy to accept love (in a sense, love is painful), so people accept pain so happily ... I doubt our friendship.

six

Smile is sunshine and warmth.

He who laughs the most may be the most painful.

From then on, I became generous. My sensitive nerves are numb on purpose. Yes, I don't want to feel the pain of others and myself, and I don't want to pay attention to the love and affection in this world. Love is the root of pain! I need freedom.

I finally lay on the hotbed of secularity and didn't want to get up again. In fact, as long as you struggle a few times, you may be able to get up. Desolate heart, crooked: the most unfortunate thing in the world is to pretend to be happy; The most selfless love in the world is to swallow bitter fruit and filter out sweet juice with blood for others.

But, I know I can't stand it!

seven

The rain in March has come again. Although it is no longer me who gets wet, there is always a leisurely mood in my heart. ...

March Spring Rain Prose 4 i. Malan

The spring breeze is warm, the sunshine is just right, everything is so appropriate and natural, and everything is so happy and comfortable in this colorful south river.

Every spring, Malantou comes uninvited. Set the aura of heaven and earth and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. It can be seen everywhere on the ridge, in the yard and by the pond. It is a wonderful gift given by nature, and it is also an elf who indicates spring in the field. "Malan unscrupulous, clustered in the original foothills. Green leaves and purple stems, spring rain in March. Call the children to fight for a bumper harvest, and the surplus basket will be more profitable. "

You see, after the spring rain moistens the wetland, there are clusters of green grass similar to chrysanthemum leaves, three or four leaves are tender and crowded together, and the bright leaves are still holding water drops after the rain. They are scrambling to push each other. Accompanied by the spring breeze, they soak in the spring rain and shake out pieces of green.

I remember when I was a child, every year at this time, I would make an appointment with three or five friends, carry a basket and a pair of scissors, and travel all over the world to find, pick and dig. You can collect a basket of Malantou in one afternoon, not to mention how happy you are.

I still remember one time when picking Malan's head, I saw a thick red chain snake in the grass with red and black stripes and erect pupils, which scared us to scream and dared not dig for several days.

Do you know the three steps to pick Malan's head? First find the right one, then hold the leaves of Malantou in the palm of your hand, cut off the reddish stems with scissors (remember not to cut too much), and finally put the fresh Malantou in the basket. Haha, the picking is over. It's not easy to see.

After a year, Malantou began to appear at the end of February, and it was not until the end of May that it was old and could not be picked again. I remember the year before last, I picked them every week and ate them every week. When I was ill in hospital, I asked the doctor, "Is it because I ate too much Malantou that I was poisoned?" The doctor smiled and said, "Haha, I haven't heard that Malantou will be poisoned if he eats too much."

Malantou, with fast growth and wide adaptability, does not need to control pests and diseases, and belongs to environmental protection plants. It also has tenacious vitality and is not afraid of cold, trampling and picking, because it has developed underground stems and many "brothers and sisters" support and maintain each other. Underground stems constantly provide nutrients, so new seedlings will break out again.

"Away from the quiet grass, passing children gather air. I don't know how Malan can shake the spring breeze like oats when it enters the morning. " Lu You knows Malantou best. While sympathizing with Malantou's weakness, he also understands that those Malantou that have been mined will reappear after a spring rain.

Malantou brings people not only vivid joy, but also peace in spring. Fresh Malan is slightly astringent and can't be eaten directly. It's best to blanch with boiling water first, and then remove the water for later use.

There are many ways to eat scalded Malan: it can be chopped and mixed with dried beans, which is delicious. If you add a little chopped peanuts, sweet and sour and sesame oil, it tastes like spring.

Malantou can also be made into tofu soup. The smoothness of tender tofu and the fragrance of Malantou complement each other, and the fresh fragrance of spring suddenly overflows all over the body, which is unforgettable.

Fresh and tender Malantou is nutritious, tender and delicious. It is not only an excellent ingredient, but also an excellent medicinal material. Spring breeze is ten miles away, it is better to pick a Malantou. It can not only relieve greasy, but also clear away liver fire and nourish liver blood, which has a good effect of enriching blood and improving eyesight. It is no wonder that Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty wrote in "Eating with the Garden": "Those who choose tender in Malantou, eat it with vinegar and bamboo shoots, and eat it after being tired can wake up the spleen."

Looking at this ordinary Malantou, I am thinking that Malantou may be the most inconspicuous grass in this flowery spring, but it is such a small plant that can be used as medicine to make delicious food. Doesn't that mean there are always surprises in life? As long as we are good at observing, searching carefully and savoring slowly, we may find surprises and gains.

Really, as long as you slow down and experience with your heart, you can find all kinds of beauty in life, you can appreciate all kinds of sweetness in life, and maybe you will gain another childish childhood.

The most pleasant thing in life is probably to enjoy this undisturbed scene.

Second, shepherd's purse

Shepherd's purse is a kind of wild vegetable, which grows rapidly in February and March every year. The next time it rains, the momentum will be rapid and spread all over the mountains and valleys. The wetter the weather, the stronger it is.

However, this year's spring came in a hurry, and the temperature was somewhat abnormal, like floating up, which led to the abnormal growth of shepherd's purse. This is also the reason why shepherd's purse, which has just broken out of cocoon, is in a hurry to blossom. So I couldn't wait to dig shepherd's purse in the yard.

Shepherd's purse shepherd's purse is a fine product among wild vegetables. It is nutritious and fragrant. It is not only a vegetable rich in fiber, vitamin A and carotene, but also has high medicinal value. It has many functions such as detoxifying, clearing fat and lowering blood pressure, and is deeply loved by people. So there is a saying that shepherd's purse is a panacea in March, and I like it very much.

Don't underestimate these shepherd's purse, it has many origins: as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was recorded in the Book of Songs; Su Dongpo also likes to taste, and specially made a famous dish for it, called Dongpo soup; Xin Qiji wrote a sentence for this, which became an eternal story-"Peach and plum are full of worries, and spring is at the head of the stream."

The shepherd's purse in the yard is natural. I never deliberately sowed the seed, just let it grow and spread. Year after year, day after day, shepherd's purse has been here with us for more than ten years. I didn't dig except that I was sick the year before last. At other times, I picked and dug year after year, and I never missed it once.

I remember last year, my body was not fully recovered, and it was inconvenient to bend over, but I still didn't want to miss the excellent opportunity given me by the season. I still insist on digging ... when I dig two trees, I stand up and straighten up. When I dig two trees, I stand up and twist, exercise my bones and muscles, relieve the pain, and then continue to dig. To be honest, I don't just regard digging shepherd's purse as a habit, but also as a rehabilitation training. You didn't expect that.

I like to eat shepherd's purse, especially to smell its fragrance. From the moment the shovel came, the fragrance has been entangled and spread.

When the sun goes down, I won't dig. I'll wash the shepherd's purse and wrap it in jiaozi, Yuanxiao, fried rice cakes or make a soup with tofu. The fragrance is overflowing and the aftertaste is endless.

You see, is there a fleeting warmth hidden in this fragrant smell? It only takes a season to change, and it will intersect gently and come again. Just a story of waiting quietly and meeting will be charming!

Time flies, and the spring rain is continuous. Today, with the rapid development of social economy, we have not only improved our material living standards, but also made progress in our spiritual landscape. Digging wild vegetables is another way of life born in this climate. It has become a must-have item when going out for an outing, and eating wild vegetables has become a luxury on the banquet table! No wonder some people say, "it has become a fashion, a way of keeping in good health and a new interest in life."

Then throw yourself into the embrace of nature, breathe fresh air, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the original ecology, participate in the ranks of digging wild vegetables, stroll leisurely, explore and taste the true meaning of life!

March Spring Rain Prose 5 1

Past lives? This life?

I met you in a spring rain. The bead curtain hangs low, like countless delicate hands, writing the secrets in the canopy, and sacred dance steps come and go.

In the streets and alleys, Tang and Song poems are sung. Deja vu, peach blossom waves, charming colors and spring breeze.

Alley, the alley in my heart. How many years have passed, how many stars have been shaken off, and how many poor people have stood at the bow of the boat and made a sigh through the ages!

In March, the rain cooled down. Flying musicians swept the wasteland and ancient city walls, and the alleys touched by their eyes had an immortal spirit.

Soft season, soft alley, too many prosperous chapters.

Every time I linger, every time I listen, it sounds like a lyre. Beads fall on a jade plate, endless stories, endless legacy of the former dynasty.

two

Nose, damp and quaint.

Inside the courtyard wall, talented people and beautiful women listened to the rain and wrote poems, floating out the legend of a rain bell and stretching out the sadness of a hairpin and a phoenix.

In the ancient palace, the boudoir is as deep as the sea. Where can I send the sadness of loving spring?

Silk is like a thread, silk is in the string, and the residual temperature of the lamp is not exhausted. In the evening in bloom, the drizzle is whispering, whispering the immortal Chun Qing.

This tile, this brick wall, clearly jumps with groups of red rain and Lv Yun that provoke personnel. Summer night, fantasizing about the moving scene of chasing the moon with colorful clouds.

Like a poem, like a light rain, open the thread-bound book, are you still nostalgic for the past?

three

Outside, the waves are rough;

Inside, the river is quiet.

Go into your palm, your arm, your eyes, and look for a warm and harbor.

A few cold plums on the wall held their heads high and showed no expression, but they saw the sweet soul step by step.

Chu Yang looked at the west window, bathed and burned incense, and the sound of reading came from the octagonal building. Starting from the rice paper with wet ink, it flows through the mountains and rivers, relaxing the wind and rain, and turns into a free and easy light smoke.

Walking out of the window, the host helped Bai Weiling carefully. A drizzle full of spirituality, please touch and moisten this injured skin.

Embrace it, embrace this happy moment from the horse.

The beads of rain slid down a string of thoughts, an unexpected event. How sweet and fragrant it is to lie in your arms and listen to your snoring!

Gorgeous is a false coat,

Weight is the real connotation.

four

I think, in this Gu Xiang, I can borrow a corner to plant flowers and birds, fiddle with the flute, and break the wall to write poems.

Let your hair hang down in front of your eyes again and again, just like a confused whisper.

I hold you tight like a rain. There is infinite yearning in my heart, which has been rising to the ethereal realm. That's who I am, and that's who I am.

Looking for, looking for lilac-like peace, perhaps the person holding the oil-paper umbrella has already flown away, and a lonely person is wandering in vain in the sunset, and the tide overflows the heart.

Raindrops beat on the west window, expecting the dreamer to wave gently. Excuse me, can that angry swallow come back to nest this year?

Light rain is touching, touching inch by inch, and my thoughts are growing inch by inch.

five

It's in bud, and the flowering period can wait.

Transparent rain, clear veins, tough bones. Rain silk weaving is poetic, and stones, arrows and locust beans have sprouted and started jointing.

Fantasy once again holding hands on the lake, wandering at the end of the alley. In the rain, I will always remember your intimacy and be surprised by your beauty when you are sad.

One spring, I miss you once. There will always be endless spring in my pen. Ten years of spring, roads and bridges, ten years of spring can't stop Gu Xiang.

Fill in a fine print and sing a long tune. I can't find a foothold in Guxiang. I only see flashing lines of poetry, flowers full of smiles and fragrant sounds.

Acacia, the moat weeping willows, it's time for an outing. Look at the countless red drops, only the small bridge and flowing water echo from afar.

Being indifferent to fame and fortune is like reversing a meteor across the sky. Only the eyes in the setting sun emit brilliant starlight, which shines on a lonely acacia tree.