Walking in the wilderness, I am looking for spring, looking for a tree with white pear flowers and red apricot flowers, and drowning me in a flower affair. ...

However, my heart is lonely, and the footsteps of spring are light and shallow in front of my eyes. The rural scenery of my hometown alternating winter and spring is not pear blossoms, I am in a sea of flowers.

Walking slowly, the March wind is playing in the field, playing with a blade of grass, rolling, running, hovering, stroking the hair on the cheek, but I can't see the wind, but I look around. Twisted into a Haruka in my mind, faintly lingering in my heart, melodious and light footsteps. ...

Hay swaying in the wind, still nostalgic for the past, as if telling its past glory.

When the fields are fertile, farmers release Yamakaji, and the smog becomes a misty landscape. In the field, the song of hope will always be remembered, and the smoke will take away the fatigue of the whole body, leaving a story of bumper harvest.

A magpie croaked on a sleepy branch, flying and falling. "Dongfeng is a good messenger of the sun, and the grass and trees meet flowers." Although there is no green shadow between heaven and earth, I feel that spring is in my arms.

The distant mountains are wet, and the looming fog is wrapped around the mountainside. The sun bares its chest unscrupulously, shines on the earth, awakens the riverbed, and shyly gently pushes away the water waves. ...

A few monotonous and crisp birdsongs pierce the winter, which is a long-lost music. You can only hear them, but you can't find the birds. The sound of this spring struck a chord and touched feelings. The passion of spring comes from heaven and earth, melts into the blood of spring seekers and runs. ...

When I was in a daze, I happened to find some grass in front of the slope. It was green in front of me, surprised and happy. Looking from a distance, oh, keep the change, just a few pieces of green, just like spring.

In the forest, stroking the willow tree, at the end, under the fisherman's cottage, early spring flowers are in full bloom, just in front of the door, a dandelion, a small flower in Huang Cancan, four or five leaves. I can't help looking at it with joy, dandelion. You don't have beautiful flowers in the garden, but why do you bloom alone and have no intention of fighting for spring? Your silent blooming makes you beautiful and lights up her heart.

This spring flower blooms in my heart. If it is my own incarnation, I silently look at each other and feel the same way. You and I both know that this is the best language.

In my heart, half is longing for spring, and the other half is longing for spring. Because, at present, this is not the whole of spring, as if something is missing ... It is this nature that seems to be listening to something, waiting for someone's call, so as to wake up slowly from a dream. ...

Looking forward to, looking forward to ... the sky is gloomy and a spring rain is waiting.

Listen, she came from the horizon, unhurried, slowly falling, landing on the window, banging on the glass, the rhythm of spring. Fall in the field, fall beside me, fall on me, fall in my heart.

The stream laughed, and the rumble of the machine sang and ran in the field, laughing and crying. ...

The earth smiled and the sound of spring came. Spring, with her spirituality, witnessed passion and rebirth.

Modern beautiful prose describing spring: Walking, spring will arrive unconsciously.

Walking is warm, blowing is soft, and spring is here.

When the warm sunshine fills the window, I hear the footsteps of winter drifting away. In spring, I was awakened by the crisp birdsong, and played the prelude of spring. There seems to be an irresistible momentum in the chill, and generate is coming soon. Picking green water, bitter fleabane bitter fleabane distant mountains, the spring breeze is soft at the beginning, the spring water is soft at the beginning, the spring grass is green at the beginning, and the time for budding is not far away. When the spring breeze blows thousands of miles away, it is another colorful bloom. Like a beauty who sleeps in spring, looking back, it is beautiful. Blue sky and white clouds, the light is particularly bright, and the silence that has been dormant for a winter is slowly awakening at the moment. Blowing my face without cold willows and bathing in the warm sunshine, I always smile and my steps become light.

Near the Lantern Festival, children are setting off firecrackers in the distance, some people are flying kites happily, and there is bustling traffic behind them. The bustle of this street seems to welcome spring and make people feel happy. Looking for a faint path, I seem to smell the flowers.

Beginning of spring has passed, but it is still warm and cold, and the snow outside has not melted. February is like the title page of spring, with a slight spring between the eyebrows and eyes. I want to talk about it. Spring breeze has brought spring stationery. There is a new rhyme in early spring, and I have forgotten what I want to say. A winter snow is not far from a spring, that is, across the eyebrows of an apricot flower. Don't worry, don't be deliberate, the spring you want will meet sooner or later.

Waiting for a spring, expecting a blooming flower, reading the news of spring in the passionate wind, the peach blossoms are gorgeous and the spring scenery is full of gardens. All loves, what a charming word. The most rare thing in life is goodwill. Whenever and wherever, I see a flower, think of a person, meet a good article and think of a past event. The most beautiful and exquisite life is not far away, and the best time is always in my heart. After a month of leisure, I listened to a pillow wind, planted a shade, and a spring rose in my heart.

Messages of blessing kept coming from WeChat, and I didn't have time to reply one by one, so I published a conversation. Give yourself a good mood. In this spring, there is happiness, the warmth of family and friendship, and the person you nag every day but never leave you. I can do what I like and live a free life. What can I regret in life?

Who is not a passer-by of time? Everyone has experienced years of polishing in repetition, in order to be more complete. I like the fireworks in the secular world, a porridge, a meal, a book and a tea, laughing and cursing, and appealing to both refined and popular tastes. Ordinary and simple, but everyone can't do without' appropriateness' and' warmth', which makes me infinitely obsessed and attached. Just like a wisp of ink on your fingertips, the plain color is fleeting, the ink dances, and you are affectionate, lonely and happy all your life, making life different.

Different from the same, it is easier said than done. Life is changeable, and there are many wishes and vows that have not yet been realized. At some point, some sudden changes will make people unprepared. So, cherish the present, some things, some ideas, do it when you think about it, and don't hesitate. Learn to smile and smile at the sunshine, blue sky, flowers, grass, people and yourself every day. It is not easy to live, cherish it, and don't miss the beauty of flowers in every season. Flowers bloom, I am happy, flowers fall, not sad, laughing at the fleeting wind, frost, rain and snow, laughing at every sunset and dawn. Spring is very warm, flowers will bloom and the sunshine is just right. The room is full of colors, flowers are in full bloom, the light is bright, the time is quiet and beautiful, and life is full of warmth and sweetness. Being a happy person is really happy. Every day is accompanied by unique happiness.

Waiting for spring, meeting the spring breeze, a colorful season, enjoying the quiet blue sky, quiet and happy. The feeling of wanting to fly is like a spring rain, quietly like a dream. Cutting the breeze and gently blowing the softened willow branches, before long, there is a beautiful scenery in front of us. "The most important thing is the benefits of spring, which is better than tobacco willow." Listening to the murmur of the river in spring, waiting for the flowers to bloom and watching the curtain of dreams. A beautiful season, warm and beautiful!

The waiting rain has finally come. Outside the window, a curtain of spring rain rolls the east wind. It's good to know the season when it rains. Spring is coming. Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night. I want to send you a spring in the morning, but I don't hear the sound of selling flowers. Because the apricot blossoms are not in bloom, the peach blossoms are not red, and the pear blossoms are not on the branches.

Waiting for you, I will hold up an umbrella for you. I don't want to talk about my life. Time is long, and life is short. I don't want to do this forever. I just want to hold your hand at the moment. It's a long way to go. What can be grasped is happiness, and what can be accompanied in time is real possession.

Remember, since spring, I am at the crossroads of spring, waiting for you to ascend the throne.

You have come, my world is blooming in spring; You are here, my motherland is picturesque!

Modern beautiful prose describing spring: don't talk to spring

Spring is very busy. If autumn is not counted, spring is much busier than the other two seasons. Taking travel as an example, autumn is a busy time for returning and packing, and spring is a busy time before departure, which is different. So, don't talk to spring.

The ant woke up and saw that the autumn leaves were cleaned and the turf of hay was occupied by new buds, only then did he know that he had slept for too long. Ants are running and examining their homes. The traces left by last autumn are all gone, and the ground loosened by earthworms makes ants think that there has been an earthquake. It will take another year to take care of this rural area. Don't talk to ants.

The swallow flies sideways. It doesn't want to fly directly, lest someone say it looks like a sparrow. Swallows with spring mud in their mouths nest under the cracked purlin eaves and cut through the cobwebs in winter. Swallows are busy, where there are farmers transplanting rice, there are swallows. It likes to watch the seedlings line up, just like Tian Zi Gerben. Swallows with mud never dirty their white corsets. Don't talk to the swallows until the new nest is built.

If there is no wind, spring is not spring. The wind woke up the wicker and kept shaking out the goose yellow. The wind blows the armor of the ice crisp, to see if the fish under the ice is still alive. The wind beat on the doors and windows of trees, urging them to work. The news that the wind melted the snow told the cultivated land that it was time to plant crops. Don't say "hi!" to the wind. Don't persuade it to rest. When the spring breeze rests, spring is over. So, don't talk to the spring breeze.

Rain is the strategic reserve of spring. In the war zone in spring, the wind hits the front, just like the first round of air force offensive, destroying decay and disintegrating the morale of the army in winter. Raindrop's ground troops arrived at once. They are neat and vast, occupying and searching every corner, cleaning them all and changing the soil into green spring clothes. Don't talk to them. Yu Chun has strict military discipline.

Grass is the first immigrant in spring. They are ordinary people, dragging their children with them, and they are free and loose. The grass found a place to settle down casually, and some grass ran to the roof of the old house and into the cracks in the asphalt road. Grass doesn't care about this. Put up the flag first. On a sunny day, the grass dries clothes and bedding, which makes a mess. The ancients were short-sighted, saying, "The grass is far and near, but there is nothing." Where is it? A group of people with ditches and grass under telephone poles. When people saw the spring grass sprouting, they all breathed a sigh of relief and said, Spring is coming! There is also a poem by the ancients: "Who covers the bamboo leaves on the stream, birds sing muddy like cherishing spring." (Dai Shulun's "Crossing Liuxi Daoyuan") "Spring trees in Weibei, twilight clouds in Jiangdong." (Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai) Chunhui Chunshu is more vivid than the spring of grass. They sew clothes in spring, so don't talk to busy sewing workers.

"Guan Zhong got on the bus and said,' Hey! I can't be a spring breeze, it can't rain in summer, and I will be poor.' "("Guide to Telling the Garden ") No one is better than Spring, and Guan Zhong is too sad. Watching spring is like watching a big drama, everything is born. In spring, the protagonist who speaks is just Spring himself, and we are just spectators.