Winter goes and spring comes, everything recovers, the earth warms up, and people's clothes become colorful. Unlike in winter, people wear thick hats and scarves and heavy coats, and people put on colorful clothes. Look at the streets and villages. People wear skirts and shirts of various colors, making the whole city more beautiful.
Spring breeze blows across the earth, and the earth turns green; Blowing through the tree, the leaves shook gently, as if dancing; Blowing through the river, the river is singing happily.
In spring, the climate is pleasant, the air is fresh and the sky is clear. The sun has risen and become warmer. Its 10,000 golden lights happily kissed everything and kissed our cheeks, so gentle and kind, just like a mother caressing her children! In the spring breeze, peach blossoms are red, apricot flowers are white and willow leaves are green. Spring breeze has implanted the meaning of spring into people's hearts. You see: the scene of snow and heartless people uniting to fight against the snow disaster is so touching, and it is so timely to help the people in the disaster area resume production. The plan of the year lies in spring, farmers' uncles are sowing seeds, and the countryside is already a busy scene. Lovely spring brings us a colorful world, infinite joy and happiness, and hopes and blessings.
Spring is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.
In spring, animals also wake up from a deep sleep. The grass began to sprout, and the land was full of thriving scenes. At first glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.
Grandpa Dongse sent away the cold of the earth, and Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting.
The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girl in spring smiles. Sunlight and red beams come and touch you gently, like a young mother's hand.
With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass broke through the ground and dived out of the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refuses to compromise. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air.
In the Woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and pleasant songs. The warm spring breeze blew the river, and the river was suddenly infected by a sweet flute. Looking around, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
The rain in spring is gentle, and only the spring rain beats the branches and leaves of bamboo. Rain sometimes falls in a straight line and sometimes floats with the wind, leaving a beautiful image of smoke, fog, yarn and silk. The splashing rain flower seems to be a beating note on the piano, playing a beautiful melody. How can the sky be colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the children are on guard against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites are flying freely and soaring. What a refreshing sight! Ah, everything in spring is full of vitality.
Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart.
Raindrops fell on my head and body. I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly, I feel as if I have grown a lot in the drizzle. ...
Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found. Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.
Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas. The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.
Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.
1. In the corner, piles of fine mud. Occasionally, one or two ants appear, joining hands, jumping happily and expecting. The hut has mud on the walls and grass on the top. The combination of nature shows the vicissitudes of life.
2. Outside the window, dark clouds are pressing the village to be destroyed. Night, like a long snake, devours the dream, life, poverty and poverty of the mountain village.
3. The country field is a tearful thorn rose. Father's grave, condensed into a faint sadness, father is inside, she is outside. The wind blows gently, wiping away tears and winding the mountain road. Every step, looking back, my father's back, lonely and lonely, gradually became far away, like a bronze sculpture, standing in the wind, sending away a distant daughter. Her tears flowed into a stream.
4. Life is like wine, and it is miserable; Hope is as fragrant as sugar, which is a gorgeous dream.
5. Eight years of youth, without feasting, everything is like a flash in the pan. Perhaps, we all need love, so that for eight years, we were fragile, miserable and lonely, and our mood fluctuated. Eight years later, we washed away all the lead in the hut. Now memories are flooding in, which makes people sad. Youth, like a swaying fire, turns into a beautiful song. A person walks in a daze in eight years of single admiration. (The above five paragraphs are taken from Signs of Youth and Readers,No. 14, 2009)
6. The northwest wind scraped the reed flowers off the reed tips under the river bank; The surge was unstoppable, and the splashed water fell on the willow trees on the shore and became a string of crystal ice. (Canna in Winter, Reader, No.9, 2009)
7. The magical earth, like a big ship, gives us a poetic living environment, but under the plunder and destruction of human beings, this big ship leaks everywhere, and all the gifts are gradually leaving us. (Earth Wheel, Reader,No. 14, 2009)
His shoulders are stirred up, and his thin figure looks like a leaf on a branch that is about to fall in late autumn. Tears kept overflowing from his fingers and merged into a stream. The afternoon sun shines on it, reflecting the crystal of pain. Frost spots on his head. (The person who was hurt the most by you, reader, issue 15, 2009)
9. When I am sad, my vision is really narrow, even I close my eyes and stop looking at the beauty and the dawn of hope ahead. Close your eyes and seal yourself in the darkness of your body, and naturally you can't hear the call ahead and the singing of spring.
10. Please look forward, then move forward firmly, and joy will come to your heart slowly. Like a blooming lotus, you are like a blooming lotus. (The above two paragraphs are taken from Outlook for the Future and Readers, issue 16, 2009).
1 1. Everyone should have the meaning of his own life. When the clock of time turns, the starting point will also be the end point, which is not important. What is important is that in the process of turning, every scale pointed by this pointer, like the light of love, will surely shine on you and me. (Love from birth to death, Reader, issue 14, 2009)
12. Back in the bright world, I was filled with unspeakable gratitude when I saw the reflected lights and twinkling stars on the lake. It turns out how lucky a person is to have a pair of bright eyes. (Dinner in the Dark, Reader, issue 14, 2009)
13. Looking back, I vaguely saw Zhaizikou, a small figure still standing, quietly opening like a small wild flower. Surrounded by green hills, the stockade behind us is as beautiful as a dream left by God. (Who touched her sadness, Yilin, No.20, 2007)
14. It is quietly parked, and the needle mouth is inserted under my veins stood out repeatedly. Looking at the flapping wings and bulging belly of the little creature, I forgot the slight numbness in the back of my hand. The mosquito's gray belly expands slowly, and the angle formed by its upturned body and the back of my hand decreases little by little.
15. When I finally found some blood of success in my difficulties, I must not forget my situation; After tasting the sweetness, don't forget to spread your wings and fly, otherwise, enjoying success will ruin yourself and be as overwhelmed as a mosquito. (Mosquito, Yilin, No.20, 2007)
16. We are a group of people sitting on the merry-go-round of life. The game is not over yet, and all of us can't get off the horse, so we can only keep spinning with the music. Life is like a wasteland full of jewels. Everyone is looking for sparkling jewels, but most of the time, you can only see solitary smoke and weeds in the wasteland. (Outside the Window and Inside the Window, Yilin, No.20, 2007)
17. The distant sky on the plateau is covered with a layer of apricot afterglow. The vast twilight hides reeds, thatch and dark green hills. The ravine was painted with a layer of melancholy and dignified yellow. Rows of stone platforms stand quietly with stone tablets. Each stone tablet is engraved with a red star. There are offerings and smoke in front of each stone tablet.
18. I seem to hear a voice coming through the wall of time solidification. This voice is old, rough and hoarse, like an old man's cold singing. It looks old and rusty, heavy and stagnant, but it has a penetrating power, which makes you feel shocked. (The above two paragraphs are taken from Cold Shrimp and Yilin, No.20, 2007)
19. Beauty is ancient. The figure is a little out of shape. His face is swollen and pale. Those white hands are old, but their eyes are still black and white, clear and charming. These eyes alone can keep some years for her. (Don't let your eyes get old, Yilin 20, 2007)
20. From a child's point of view, the round table is certainly vast. Every pot of food is big and smoky. When one of the jars was served on the table, I saw the light brown transparent thorns coming out of the jar mouth, trembling and scattered in all directions. (Master's Affection, Yilin, No.20, 2007)
2 1. childhood-roasted pineapple meat: sweet and delicious, loved by everyone, with endless aftertaste, but when you want to savor it carefully, it is gone. (Youth Digest, Life is a Classic Menu)
22. The trees on both sides of the street have lost all their leaves, and the north wind roared through the street with dust, then roared into the hutongs and alleys, hitting the walls on both sides and making a wheezing sound. Adults and children walked around the street in groups of three or five, and strings of white fog curled up in the water like fish. There seems to be invisible ice floating everywhere in the air. The buildings in the city are gray and cold. Even the bus is in a hurry. They stopped at the platform for a while and went out before the door closed ... (Winter Love Song, Youth Digest (red edition), No.2, 2009)
23. That ginkgo tree grew with us and witnessed our growth. Its branches stretched out into the sky, and the golden ginkgo leaves fell all over the floor, like small leaves.
A fan. (Love Beyond Light Years, Youth Digest (Red Edition), No.2, 2009)
At that moment, I suddenly felt that my youth started from this time. The sky that day was actually cloudy, but I always felt that so much sunshine warmed the air.
25. I know that sometimes love is having, but sometimes love is letting go. We can only remain silent across the sea. (The above two sentences are taken from Who Can Give Me Glass Shoes and Youth Digest (Red Edition), No.2, 2009)
26. As soon as I entered the workshop, the roar of the machine wrapped me in an instant and suddenly spread to my ears and chest. The world suddenly became noisy and warm. The light in the workshop is very weak, and the dim light bulb is coated with a thick layer of grease. I saw my father's back, hunched over, naked, and sweat dripping on my back. Father is frying seeds, clutching a wooden shovel in his hands, flying up and down in a huge wok, and pots of rape blossoms flow over and over, and the workshop is filled with hot rape blossoms.
27. Growing up, I never deliberately slackened off. When I grow up, when I am full of wrinkles, my heart still has lush vitality. Growth is a powerful reason for me to continue to work hard. Growth, this is the solid cornerstone of my bounce. Growing up, I sincerely loved every star on my head. From small to large, let me carefully cultivate every piece of land under my feet. (What is growth? Youth Digest (Green Edition),No. 1 2009)
28. The gloomy mountain scenery was suddenly dyed green by jade; The original gray stream also emerged with golden light and shadow; Dewdrops among the grass leaves show the luster of rainbow; The flowers by the stream also found their own colors, rejoicing. The feeling of morning light is not limited to vision. Listen, the bird waking up from the sun is discussing the temperature of the sun today. On the sense of smell, aren't flowers and grasses just embracing light with open arms? In taste, if we take a deep breath, we can feel the warmth of sucking light into our chest and abdomen. In the sense of touch, the sun gently soothes our once depressed skin in the dark.
29. The morning light flows everywhere, and the morning light is everywhere. We will think that sunlight comes from the sun, but when our hearts are dark, no amount of sunlight can pull us out of the shadow. Therefore, sunshine comes not only from the sun, but also from our hearts.
30. As long as there is light in our hearts, we will feel the colorful world; As long as there is light in our hearts, we can illuminate each other with those who are destined to love each other; As long as there is light in our hearts, even in the darkest days, we will stick to the quality of warmth, longing and vitality.
3 1. The rain at night is not cold, so keep your youthful enthusiasm forever. Birds fly far, the sky is not far, and the beloved person has been in the beautiful white clouds. Qian Shan is not muddy when crossing the water, and the countryside in my hometown will always comfort my heart. Flowers fall in spring, and colorful spring colors do not fade in winter.