I'm looking forward to the story of spring 1. Looking forward to it, the girl in spring fell into the world with a hopeful smile and light steps. She crossed the mountains and rivers with joy, bringing infinite greenery and vitality to the earth from the distant horizon.

Spring girl came to the campus against the colorful morning sun. Look, the green grass sticks out its novel little head, looks around happily, and is intoxicated by the charming fragrance of the spring girl. Winter jasmine watched the grass sprout, and also rushed to bloom like stars; Listen, in the beautiful and spacious campus, the sound of books is more pleasant and louder than the joy of birds on the branches. It's really "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning"!

With the gentle wind, Miss Chun came to the endless fields. What she saw was a river that danced and sang like a ribbon around the green fields. The clear banks of the river are full of golden rape flowers, and the fragrance attracts playful butterflies to dance, and from time to time, they accompany hardworking bees to collect honey among the flowers. Spring girl seems to be intoxicated in the beautiful picture of "butterflies dancing from time to time and charming warblers singing freely", lingering in the world.

Beautiful spring girl, you bring colorful flowers and birds to the earth; It is you who spread vitality and green hope to the world. I love you, Spring!

Story of Spring 2 Spring comes, the grass turns green, the willows sprout, the flowers bloom, the swallows fly south, and the water in the river increases. They flow away cheering and singing happy songs.

The children took off their cotton-padded jackets, put on their spring clothes and happily went to the square to fly kites. There are many people flying kites in the square. They fly kites in small groups, and some fly kites with their parents. There are many kites flying in the sky, including lions, tigers and chickens ... countless. I also found white clouds floating in the sky, some like birds, some like elephants and some like hippos. How interesting! This is really a beautiful and happy spring!

Story 3 of Spring Unconsciously, the footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer. All creatures are bathed in the early morning light of spring, swaying and swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl singing and dancing, so lovely. However, spring is not only a seasonal term, but also represents the beauty in our hearts.

In my opinion, there are beautiful things around us, not to mention the towering mountains and the vast sea, not to mention the touching words and colorful colors. The youth we enjoy alone is beautiful, like a spring breeze. My youth is the long-awaited spring. Everyone's youth is a story of spring.

In the story of spring, I fully enjoyed the beauty. On the road of life, there are many scenery along the way. If you miss it, you can only be sad. After all, we can't come back. Then why not take advantage of youth, look at the beauty around you and enjoy the sweetness brought by youth. In fact, youth brings us a lot. Some people say that youth is used to remember. Then we should enjoy the beauty when we should, and learn to read youth and enjoy the beauty in carefree days.

In the story of spring, I created beauty heartily. Because of youth, we are fearless and brave, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, so we dare to rebuke all worldly things, dare to look down on the world, and dare to be black and blue for our dreams. The fearless fighting spirit of youth always touches us and inspires us to overcome difficulties. We are like sailing boats on the sea, sometimes calm and sometimes ups and downs. There are successes, failures, laughter and tears, but spring will come, and all sufferings will be reduced to ashes behind the rising of the red sun in Ran Ran.

Young and frivolous, we always hope that the storm will be more violent, and I am not afraid. We have always believed that with youth, no corner of the world will be occupied by desolation; With youth, the historical sky will no longer be filled with gloom. Because young people have the ability to make the world a better place.

We can vividly see all the beauty of youth. We have walked through beautiful places to see the scenery, heard beautiful stories and endings, and had all the goals we have thought and worked hard for. Spring ignites the hope in the heart and stimulates the enthusiasm of life. The same is true of youth, which will make roadside flowers more beautiful and make tomorrow's sunshine more brilliant. Youth is a touch of green in the spring when everything is competing for beauty. The story of spring is endless.

The story of Spring 4 is not over yet, even the weeds are swaying in the wind, so spring sneaks into the castle in winter, then the new buds beat the hay, and the warm wind occupied first frost. Spring comes to me with its secrets.

Spring in a small town: green shoots, misty rain and folk songs

The omen of spring in a small town probably begins with a cluster of delicate buds on the ancient stone brick wall. That green, with the most immature color, seems to be a child who is not yet full moon, and his eyes are always covered with a pool of clear and excessive water. At first glance, it is fascinating. Life in spring is magnificent. I want to cry when I bow my head, and a tear is planted on the land of spring.

When I opened the window in the twilight, a small town in the misty rain came into view with the breeze. Every spring, the town is particularly rainy. Going out for a walk, I came back with the water vapor, cool and elegant breath cultivated in the bamboo forest. In the misty rain, if you lean on the bar and look, it seems that your heart is connected with your heart, and everything is integrated with this faint and sad misty rain. There will be a lonely state of some boudoir women between gestures.

No one has ever mentioned it, but everyone knows tacitly that spring is coming. Hiding a loud voice in winter, scrambling to pull out the cavity sound. In the winding path of the distant mountains, there will also be endless tunes, not to mention the villagers who meet and sing every day on the small town road. If you can't see him, smell his voice first, even if it's only sunrise, even if it's a few blocks away, you can sing as you like, regardless of rules and regulations or time. Under heaven and earth, I am the only one, singing with you.

Spring beyond the mountain: peach blossoms, still water and blue sky.

Outside the mountain of the village, there is a hidden hillside. I don't know who or when I planted a few sparse peach trees. It never worked out. Peach blossom is so attractive. Under the light of May, it blooms like a flood, so gorgeous and beautiful. How can such a peach blossom bear the heavy responsibility of results? She can only fall lazily in the warm and humid spring breeze, as if to tempt you: Come on, come with me, this intoxicating spring.

Spring water, the purest, is the intersection of cold and warm snow and water. A person, by the lake, pushed away with his feet. The lake in April, looking at the faint lines on the calm lake, is like watching a flower bloom and fail in this life. The water in April, with some coolness, is strangely calm. In the twilight, I hold a peach blossom that won't bloom, waiting for the water, and take me wandering in the deepest part of spring.

Spring, for me, is the most suitable for meditation. There is no cold wind at the end of winter and no heat wave in midsummer. Everything is just right. I happen to be under this blue sky, and I happen to be in this world. The sky in spring seems to be stained with the color of life and becomes blue and pure. Only a few light clouds pass idly occasionally, and there may be some birds hovering silently. It's in the sky and I'm in the mountains. They're telling the story of spring. I'm just a bystander, but I'm glad I can watch it. A clear sky, a sea of clouds, a spiritual exile and return, these 30 thousand days of life, only once, this life has no regrets.

Spring in the street: breeze, willow blowing, two companions.

I love this spring. The overwhelming fragrance comes from fields or mountains thousands of miles away. This is the deepest taste of spring. In the breeze, indulge in this sweetness. The spring breeze is slight, like a Tsing Yi woman on the stage. Slightly waving sleeves, gently moving lotus steps, blowing a breeze, happiness and sadness in the breeze, ignorance and resentment in the breeze, all intertwined into the sweetness of drunkenness in spring, so I was moved, fell in love, like a breeze, intoxicated in the embrace of this spring.

Willow is the most common street in spring. At first glance, it is very tangled, like spring, soft and tired. A person, in a long street in the afternoon, the wind blows occasionally, taking away the sweet flying catkins among the willow branches, and the willow leaves gently brushed my face, stinging but not resisting. Walking alone, eyes from branches to birds, mood from weeds to wicker. It is my silent companion with willow. I gave it, the most understanding soul, and it gave me, this spring, the most heartfelt gesture.

All beautiful scenery and beautiful things are in spring, and even the most mixed love has different fragrance in the spring breeze. In spring, no matter what happens in the past or in the future, I swear that I will only look at you in the spring breeze and sink into this passionate love at a glance. How warm, walking shoulder to shoulder in the spring breeze, hand in hand, so close, like a roadside, dependent hibiscus. Red in full bloom, like a wave of blood, I and your blood, from now on in this spring, blood ties.

I have walked through spring, heard the sound of spring, read the story of spring, and looked at the most beautiful scenery in the world with piety. In spring, in this quiet time, I hold a manual and read it all my life. It turns out that only the years have changed and the mountains and rivers remain the same. In spring, in this lonely fleeting time, I keep a Zen drum and feel lonely in the January sky, but fortunately, I have a memory engraved in my heart, like touching a Buddha's bead.

A dragonfly landed in the wind, and my skirt, just like me, just heard the most beautiful words from the mouth of the person I love, with clear voice and bright words. It is written side by side in time, a story about spring.

The story of spring is a drizzle, a spring breeze, followed by the revival of everything. Wicker will be comfortable, soft-pointed cloak. The yellow winter jasmine has raised its head and announced the arrival of spring to the world. Spring returns to the earth, and there is a peaceful scene everywhere.

But it's still winter in some places.

A loud slap brought out the earth and made everything around zero. Malt covered her red cheeks and cried quietly. "Cry, you return not bashful to cry? Let you cook. What about your cooking? Ah? " Malt's mother stood there shouting fiercely, her hands at her waist, suffocating like a witch in the dark. Malt has long been used to this kind of beating and cursing. I got up quietly, wiped a handful of tears and walked to the kitchen. She told herself to be strong, but tears could not stop flowing. She seemed to hear the cold wind whistling against the window, trying to completely break through her inner defense.

"Malt, get out! It's raining, come out and collect things! " Mom is yelling again. Malt was a little unhappy but quickly ran out, fearing that a little slack would lead to a beating and scolding. The wind in early spring is slightly mild, but the heart is cold, and the wind is warm and not hot! After all this, malt quietly walked out of the house, looking for a moment of peace. The malt family lives in the mountains, and there are mountains everywhere. She walked in the mountains, silent, thinking about her next life.

Suddenly, a beautiful girl stopped her way, and her kind smile eclipsed everything around her. "I hope how to get to the middle school?" The girl spoke. Malt looked at the well-dressed girl, with a warm smile like a breeze blowing through her heart, and the earth was shaking. But simply say, "I'll take you." Holding a flower umbrella, the girl quickly followed the malt and gave it an umbrella. Malt's eyes are slightly moist. For more than ten years, no one cared about her, but the care of a stranger touched her. He thought of her classmate who was speechless and smiled coldly.

It turns out that this girl's name is Shi Yan, and she is the daughter of a Chinese teacher. She will go to Hope Middle School. Shi Yan volunteered to sit at the same table with malt. In those days, Shi Yan helped malt a lot.

On that day, students from Hope Middle School went camping in the deep mountains together, so did Malt and Shi Yan. Shi Yan, after all, is a city girl, curious about this and that, while malt is looking for those precious medicinal materials. Nepenthes Shi Yan was as excited as a star when he saw a grass. She ran to the grass excitedly. Malt seemed to find something and ran in the opposite direction. The malt was empty, and she accidentally fell into the abandoned pit where the hunter caught the bear. She shouted Shi Yan's name, but no one answered. She sat on the ground, waiting quietly, remembering the change of parents' attitude since she had a younger brother, and malt bowed her head and cried. I don't know how long it took, but it was dark when I looked up. The sky is covered with dark clouds and it's raining! The cold wind, like a murderous ghost, eroded her soul, and she was extremely disappointed.

"Malt-malt-"Shi Yan's cry, like the warm sun in the cold, brought her new hope.

"Shi Yan, I'm here!" Malt screams, and the sound has the potential to be deafening. Shi Yan arrived at the news, and the middle school students and teachers had already gone home, leaving Shi Yan alone to carry out this difficult rescue work. I don't know where she got a crutch and tried her best to save malt, but it was very colorful.

Shiyan looked at the gray face of the malt tiger and smiled. Malt also smiled. Later, they hugged each other and cried ... at this time, it rained harder and the wind was biting at night. But malt thinks spring is coming. She thinks that wind and rain are warm, and even the air is sweet. ...

The story of spring 6 content:

1, Letter from Xiao Jiajia 2, Story of Spring 3, Animals in the Forest

Caption: When children enter the next stage of large classes, their oral language ability is rapidly improved, and their imagination and creativity have reached a new height. They learned to make up their own stories, imagine the development of the plot according to the picture, and draw beautiful pictures according to the plot in the story. In order to better promote the development of children's creative thinking and improve their creative ability, the following activities are carried out.

Activity purpose:

1, cultivate children's imagination and creative speaking ability.

2. Cultivate children's ability to feel beauty and express beauty.

3. Guide children to imagine a reasonable story according to the picture.

4. Guide children to expand their imagination and creativity and cultivate their ability to combine independent and single pictures into a beautiful story.

Xiao Jiajia's letter

Objective: ⑴ Appreciate prose poems and arrange simple plot paintings according to the contents of the poems.

⑵ Teach children how to use various materials to arrange simple plot paintings.

(3) Cultivate children's ability to feel beauty and create beauty.

Prepare:

A big wall, crayons, all kinds of paper, paste, rags, etc. , tape recorder, music tape.

Process:

1, enjoy prose poetry

(1) The teacher recited this poem in music for the first time and asked: Is this poem beautiful? What are the beautiful places?

(2) After appreciating it again, ask: Which sentence in this prose poem do you like best? (Collective learning to tell beautiful poems)

(3) Proposal: We can recite such beautiful poems in language, but can we also express them in painting? How to express it?

(4) Children discuss how to express poetry with pictures, and then adopt the expression mode that everyone agrees with.

2. Guide children to decorate simple plot paintings with various materials.

⑴ Discuss and learn several methods of making leaves.

⑵ Choose the content you are interested in, cooperate with each other, and make arrangements.

⑶ Teachers observe children's division of labor and choices, and help children with difficulties to solve problems. Play prose poems with music repeatedly throughout the activity to help children remember and understand.

Story of Spring 7 Spring is coming! Spring flies around like a lively swallow, hiding from Tibet. Spring is like a gorgeous kite dancing with the wind and flying high. She dyed the braided willow green and the delicate peach blossom red.

Spring is coming! Grass sticks out from the ground like eyebrows in spring. Lovely butterflies dance like hairpins in spring. Birds come from afar, like the postman in spring. Flowers bloom early, like smiling faces in spring.

There are too many stories in spring to finish. Let's take a photo with Spring!

Story of Spring 8 Spring is coming! Spring is coming! The earth wakes up, and Miss Spring comes to the world.

She stroked the treetops with her hand, and the tree changed instantly. Willows spit out small buds, and apricot, peach and pear trees have colorful flowers, attracting bees and butterflies, who are singing and dancing among the flowers.

She touched the soil with her hand, and it slowly softened. Grass and wild flowers stick out their little heads from the ground. The grass is like a beautiful carpet, and small ants climb out of the ground.

Miss Chun touched the river gently with her hand. The river sings and flows to the sea. Frogs croak and ducks go to the river to feed. Even the children took off their cotton-padded jackets and went out to fly kites, go hiking and plant trees ...

Spring is really the season when everything wakes up!

The story of spring 9 spring, cultivate hope and sow the future.

In spring, draw life under ginkgo trees.

In spring, only classmates and teenagers are in their prime.

New environment, new life, new dreams, in the story of spring.

The spring of 20xx came as scheduled, and I walked into the campus at a brisk pace in the morning. Spring breeze blows through every corner of the campus and everyone's face. Think freely and happily about today's study and life. Clean school buildings came into view, and elegant trees sprouted. The surrounding green hills surround this beautiful campus, with white walls and green hills, just like freehand brushwork in ink painting. The fluorescent lamps in the classroom are getting brighter and brighter through the spacious glass windows. "Ding Ding Ding" class sounds cold, and the teaching building is full of reading sounds, mixed with strong and weak, and merged into a song of youth on campus. From time to time, students hold textbooks, rush through the bell, run through Ginkgo Square, run through the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind and run into the teaching building. His footsteps echoed, and teachers came into the classroom with prepared lesson plans, sowing the seeds of knowledge in spring.

Ginkgo trees on campus are covered with buds. In spring, they keep up with the times and put on new green clothes. They clung to each other, experienced countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, experienced numerous storms, and remained tenacious. Looking at their burly bodies, sitting on the lawn, reciting today's poems, describing tomorrow's life and starting a new journey. Like them, they are brave in hardships, work hard, bear fruitful results in the autumn next year, and get ahead in the spring next year to meet the college entrance examination. Speaking of our life under the ginkgo tree, we will pursue tomorrow, and our distant dreams will depend on persistence. I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since we have chosen a distant place, we are not afraid of the coming storm.

In spring, we welcome the sun. Whenever Ran Ran rises, we are full of vigor and vitality. The teacher talks about the topic on the three-foot platform every day, with pages of notes in the notebook and piles of books on the desk. This is the study life in high school. High school study life is bitter, because hard work can be closer to dreams, high school life is sweet, because the results after hard work are gratifying; Life in high school is very tiring, because we are proud children with beautiful posture. With our maturity in high school, we learned to cherish everyone around us. Learn to understand the teacher's earnest teaching, the hardships of parents, and learn to know yourself. The pace of high school life is exciting. Young people are just classmates and teenagers, and they are in their prime.

In the story of spring, there are you, me and him. Tell campus legends, learn campus knowledge and describe campus life dreams. Spring is beautiful, the story of spring is beautiful and we are happy in spring.

The story of spring 10 In spring, Chunfeng and I walked into the newly awakened grove alone.

Winter has gone and spring has come. In February, the spring girl drove away the little chill left by the residual winter, green leaves began to sprout, and everything was full of vitality and hope.

The sweet sound of birds lingers in my ears, and the tinkling sound of the spring water of the stream beats the chords of nature. The grass stands tall and the florets show their figures shyly. When bored, the spring breeze playfully blows through the treetops, and the leaves sing in the wind. If there is a top choir performing here, you may be surprised by the sound of nature.

Looking around, wintersweet is in full bloom in the distance; Those flowers seem to be laughing, not blooming. This smile floats in our hearts and brings us not only beauty, but the beginning and process of a smile, which is its true meaning.

Suddenly I remembered Thumbelina written by Andersen. Doesn't she live among such flowers? Is her smile like this? However, there is no answer to this question, and there is no need to ask past questions.

There are trees, flowers, alfalfa and colorful carnations in the distance. The beautiful scenery is on the roadside, quiet and open. They occasionally looked up, and a white cloud with two flowers moved lightly, covering them with a big sun umbrella.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Bloom, tree by tree, when the wind blows, finely divided petals pile up at my feet, silently. I think, no matter how beautiful life is, it is just such an ear.

Farewell to the spring breeze, farewell to the Woods, farewell to a tree bloom; When the spring breeze waved to me again, I didn't know; I think: the source of the story of spring may start here.