A pattering spring rain, in the temperature of the repeated uncertainty in the fall so abruptly, moistened the frozen earth, gently the remnants of the winter dream stepped on the shattered ......
Time is too fast to grasp too little, the melting of the ice and snow, but is a line of ink walking speed, the pen between the pen has been ...
Spring has made everything tame, the once-whistling north wind has long since ceased to be strong, the pieces of drifting prose ...
Spring has made everything tame. The season has been written ...
The spring has made everything tame, and the once-whistling winds of the north have long since ceased to be strong, and the snowflakes have melted into a fine rain, hazy with the warmth of this cold heaven and earth. ......
The four seasons of nature are clearly distinguishable from each other. ......
The four seasons of the human heart, alternating ambiguously ......
The four seasons of you and me are just a winter ......
Therefore, I need A pen of spring, drifting down a paper of warm recovery of words, the end of the road is far away, I hope it cleansed away the haze of your heart season ......
Yes, I need a pen of spring, pouring a paper of vibrant words, no intention to compete in the spring, I hope that it is a fragrance, fragrance of your lonely journey ... ...
The pen of spring prose 2
Colorful, is the coat of spring; blue sky, is the color of spring; warm sunshine, is the temperature of spring; birds twitter, is the greeting of spring; breeze, is the whisper of spring.
Spring is beautiful and makes people fantasize. Suddenly have an impulse, in this season, in this sunshine, in this mood, in this breeze, put pen to paper and write a letter to myself after ten years, tell the beauty of spring, tell myself at this time, tell the reality of life, tell the mood now. Ten years later, when I read this letter again, what will be the mood? Is pleasure, is calm, is excited or surprised? Perhaps it has been forgotten.
Ten years later, the child is ten years old, perhaps already do not love and I say the heart; perhaps to the rebellious adolescence, perhaps he and I have more generation gap it; ten years later, my husband may dislike me more nagging, perhaps and my son to the same trench; ten years later, I am ten years old, perhaps already do not appreciate the mood of the spring, the eyes are only wood, rice, oil and salt; ten years later, my parents have to work! Ten years later, my parents have worked hard for another ten years, they may have gray hair, maybe a little lonely in their hearts, and they must miss us, their sons and daughters. I think the best gift for parents is to often come home to see, with parents nagging, together to appreciate the beauty of spring!
Ten years later, my work will be more smooth? Or will there be a little bit of ups and downs? Ten years later, my work ability will improve? Is my character still forthright and brash? People always have countless questions, as a child is a hundred thousand reasons, in fact, grew up or a hundred thousand reasons? Perhaps the love of questions is growth! In the spring season, I seem to love more fantasy, I hope that after ten years everything will be better, life is beautiful, the work is smooth, the family is happy, the family is healthy, everything will be better and better.
Spring Pen Prose 3Spring, is a wisp of recovery wind blowing flowers full of season, is my favorite. Walking in the fields and countryside of the strangers on the path, the spring breeze gently flicked across the cheeks, with the thoughts of the season sweetly blossomed in the branches, caressing all the living things, the earth awakening, and warm and gentle and delicate as if.
The garden's spring colors, the geographic rape stamens, like a shy girl's face through the thin veil, shy to be released with the wind dance. Vegetarian petals, rendering the full color of spring, falling colorful, a wisp of morning sun, taking away the winter silence; a past, has become a story in the flow of years. Touch that piece of soft petals, the rhythm of the ears curling, feet of Weiweiwei reborn, cooking wine discretionary light tea, unknowingly drunk in the tea flavor spirits rhyme.
Hand stick a volume of poetry, read the Song rhyme word incense in the ten thousand kinds of flavor, sitting quietly in the deep courtyard, in the unbearable flower things to cut a curtain dream. The evening sun, dexterous swift figure, trembling down a tree flower embellished red, a kind of emotion quietly spread in the heart, those times quietly in the fingertips sliding. There is no place to find empty regret. An ancient inkstone, gently grinding thoughts, an emotion, can be guarded in the cycle of the season, light ink shallow flower language.
Blossom light ink marks, light wind blowing through. Half of the most stunning flowers bloom, breathless smile look at the end of the world, crystal exquisite dew wet my thoughts. A side of the seclusion, write not all the deep boudoir love sorrow heartbreak, tears full of eyelashes. As the smoke of the heart, falling between the eyebrows, is the heart of the depths of the fine soft, who condensed the mind into a song? Bathed in the tranquil chanting, quietly lingering on the other side of the shore.
In that deep corridor corner view of the water and moon mirror flowers, let the time age gently flow, quietly spread. Suddenly, those thick ink of the heart, like the summer of prosperity precipitated into a quiet moon. All kinds of scenery, dusk clouds closed, seems to say that spring is late. Deep in the heart of the eyebrow, gently and slowly twisted, according to the curtain and dance, a flying flowers full of curtain, depicting the heart and the heart between the swept eyebrows. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots that you want to wear.
In the evening, the smoke and waves are confused, clouds around the mountain stream, fog locks the deep gully, a court of rain locks the pavilion, light sorrow if the water of the courtyard, it is the wind blowing the night over. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it. In the drizzle, like silk, the psalm song is still sounding like a song. The world's fame, the end is not worth the falling flowers when the rain, the smoke and rain trembling, colorful love has been in the continuation.
Sitting in a corner of the couch, listening to the beautiful melody, has been as light as a chrysanthemum, good as water, has been warm as a vegetarian, bright heart pure thick. The city is quietly living in a city, guarding an obsession, full of a cavity of tenderness, and your companion, whispering and singing.
The day before yesterday, invited by a friend had the honor to participate in a banquet, set up in the city's best hotels, dishes and drinks naturally also high-grade, one of the so-called "spring flavor" of the platter, that is, steamed kozo spikes, elm and boiled tsubaki buds of the combination of the farmers in my opinion, it is just a few days of home cooking, high-grade! I'm afraid the name doesn't belong. That can be on this high-grade table, perhaps there is something special, perhaps with people tired of eating sweet fat, want to return to the light some correlation, taste and taste, the feeling is not better than I do which, but this dish has caused the most talk.
"Tasty! It has a wild flavor."
"Does it all grow on trees? How do you get it down."
"Climb a tree! Use a hook."
"Oh! That's a lot of work."
For this "taste of spring", perhaps I am the most authoritative comment, because of the impact on other people talking about business, and finally only a few perfunctory sentences.
Not bad, these tree cauliflower mostly wild, without special cultivation, seasonal arrival, randomly pull on a few, on the cage drawer steamed, mixed with salt and seasoning that is, can be used as a seasonal staple, but also can be used as a spring fresh taste, ordinary. However, behind this commonplace, above the desire to taste fresh, but hides the famine years of helplessness and suffering, interpretation of the risk and hard work when climbing and folding collection. According to my mother, after the plague of locusts in the spring of the thirty-third year of the Republic of China, the chaff industry has been swallowed up, the material can not be abandoned when the change, thank God, finally waited for the kozo pregnant elm knot money, just take off the broken cotton jacket people flocked to pick the wild ditch slopes of all the edible spikes buds all picking empty, the family's four uncles are not afraid of hand stupid hook short, ape-like climbing on the tops of the branches, take the others hooked up the scattered spikes far from the fruits of the arms, every time more than the others to pull some, but the sad thing is that the Sadly, in the late spring when picking poplar acacia flowers due to the branch brittle fall to the ground, fell a disability. Hey! That are the past. Thankfully, nowadays, well-fed, who will no longer pay for a few handfuls of spring wild, however, still see an old man in the market to peddle these game, is also forced to make a living? It is not known.
In fact, this delicious wild, seasonal very strong, not 360 days can be at will to two mouths, in particular, this tree flower dishes, have to wait until the mid-spring of the Qingming only, which is probably related to the weather climate. Because in the early spring in the first month, the Sha Ying River ice just melt snow melting, gray is still the theme, grass color is still far from being able to see, occasionally in the nooks and crannies to see one or two of the yellow flowers of the exhausted mouth of the plums, that is only a preview of spring, from the blossom of flowers, taste the taste of spring and there is still a period of time. And only to the Qingming, and only at this time everything began to flourish, grass green water blue, peach and pear white, kozo spike is not old Tsubaki buds red, this "taste of spring" you have the opportunity to taste.
As for wanting to eat in other seasons, there are natural methods, such as the tsubaki buds to the ancient method of pickling up, to eat, and then bleached with water to remove the salt frost, the taste is also like sweet. This year's Spring Festival guests, on a plate of pickled tsubaki sprouts, many years have not been home once the relatives tasted, even said delicious, but also not without regret, said, such as fresh tsubaki mixed with a tofu, scrambled eggs that is authentic. Another relative said, now there are fresh toon, most of them are greenhouse training catalyzed, the taste is not authentic price is also expensive.
Indeed, there is a real difference between wild and cultivated. Take the noodle dish and chestnut, that is the wheat field must be removed weeds, but also the flavor of early spring. After the year, the first as the size of the palm, fresh and lovely. Idle trip to the wheat field, or pick a big hand, or half a basket, turn back that is the plate meal, that kind of fragrance needless to say. However, you need to be in the first sound of frogs before, but also need to be similar to the shape of the leaf thick septoria grass and noodles vegetable, caper and leaf teeth of the shearer stock to distinguish, or will be the first taste of spring astringent bitterness, I guess the first digging more than a few people have this error. With the widespread use of herbicides, this casualness is a thing of the past. Fortunately, training planting has been fashionable, you do not need to dig in person, there is no need to talk about the season, there is no need to worry about the mix of grass and vegetables, to the restaurant to order a, that is ready-made. The only thing is that although the fine cooking, its sour aftertaste still can not cover, or with the training, mixed with too many human factors, the difference lies in this bar.
Spring flavor, and not only eat. In fact, can follow the footsteps of spring, in the hazy rain, go to the Yinghe River to see a bay of yellow rapeseed flowers, see a border of peas and peas vine holding green wheat, and enjoy the grass a few yellow butterflies dance, since it is a special flavor of spring.
Especially in April, the neem tree opened all the way orchid purple, cherry is also ripe a yard, red, unfortunately, the first mouth is tasted by the house sparrow, poplar flocculent have flown out from the poetry, snow mass general trouble to the face, at this time, the market town is also a little lively, for the summer of wheat harvest up the ancient meeting, the objects of the silence of the streets and lanes. I also remember, the social theater on the set of the head of the old willow tree, the young children on the map to mix a scene, the play to the brilliant place, even climbed the tree, with young branches made of willow flute, woo woo woo woo can be hard to blow, only to blow the social theater scattered, blowing mill turning, the green wheat branded into a mill turn.
The mill turn, it is estimated that most people are unfamiliar, eaten people know that it and wild vegetables, kozo, elm money, acacia flowers, etc. with the shadow of famine. In the past, the turn of summer and spring is not enough, the starving people cut some of the wheat will be cooked, burned to remove the chaff chaff grinding, in order to solve the urgent need to break the cooking. Eat up sticky, the aftertaste seems to have a hint of spring bitterness, and it is this thing that makes the poor through the most difficult days.
Farmers on the division of spring and summer is the most clear, before the wheat harvest for spring, after the wheat harvest that is summer, milling nature is also the last taste of spring, now, few people do, even if it is fortunate to taste a mouthful of that spring bitterness, sadness, summer excitement and pleasure, may not be replicated again.......
The spring pen prose 5A small rain in the sky street in Hui town exploded, the air suddenly dropped ten degrees. In the past crowded traffic, traveling in a well-organized manner. Pedestrians gradually increased, even the sparrows on the eaves fluttered their wings and flew out. Whew! Suppressed for several days of hot and dry air, a mouthful of spit out several meters away.
It was too late to hold an umbrella, and the rain came with interest. Did not walk a few steps on the body full of wet stains. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. It is a pity that a neat line. It is too late to complain, head in the sky in the rain ran up. Soon, by the rain of this rainy day wet pupils, smoke and rain haze can not see the road ahead.
The exhaustion after strenuous exercise coupled with the body's wet and cold, as if because of some of the misfortunes of life, silent for a long time, suppressed for a long time, a strong annoyance at this time out of the body, resentment smashed to the sky full of rain. But this vicious punch after punch in its body, seems to pale in comparison. The rain poured down with such abandon that no one would even notice me here - a sprinkling of heaven and earth. However, the turn of the day was red-faced by the bantering placebo.
Because trudging through the rain was an old man. It is a bit of an exaggeration to call it an old person, for it seems that only a few words have been spoken with her after meeting her many times. She was still in rags, but was washed by the rain, more and more thin body, but there is an indescribable spirit. I remember going to the ATM at night for several months at the end of last year, and every time I met her, she was curled up on the floor next to the cold ATM and fell asleep. Once, I heard her coughing in her sleep, and couldn't stand to watch, so I took out the change I had on me and said to her, "Have a nice breakfast tomorrow!" Without the slightest hesitation, she said in unusually standard Mandarin, "I don't want it." "Take it!" , quick to speak and quick to flee, glanced back through the glass at her determined eyes and the hand that hung down on her chest still unretracted, and all at once felt as if he had been wrong, really wrong. Because later saw her although she did not have any relatives, the pair of firm eyes and scarred hands, still in the waste area to hold up their own, dignified and very good life.
A year has passed, it feels as if the rainy days will not be so cold. Drinking wine for ten days or so, as if the body will be warm. Drunk, cried, all the troubles and misfortunes will dissipate. In fact, I was wrong. It's like a clip from a nice Swiss movie - Night Train to Lisbon: a middle-aged teacher, Goregris, whose heart has been spiritually closed for a long time, makes the grammatical mistake of meeting a young woman jumping into the river in the rain; he saves her, and the woman agrees to come with him by writing a series of peculiar numbers on his forehead in Portuguese to come, and he took her into the classroom. He takes her into the classroom with him, but he irritates the woman out of the rain with his life's motto of teaching his students a lesson. Later he desperately searches for news about her. Inquiries, inadvertent development of accompanying writings "word alchemist" writings, and then obsessed, escaping his little piece of heaven and earth, a search for the true meaning of life derailed trip.
So I like Mr. Hu Shi "Dreams and Poetry" in the sentence: drunk before knowing that the wine is thick, love before knowing the weight. Life is not ordinary, is to strive for more than, change is beautiful. As around the passing of the city of change, when I was in the mist to sharpen, really went out, the threshold of spring to see the hazy intoxicating poetry:
Tianjie rain strangers on the clothes
not painted Emei full of casement Fang
whisking the water drifting Mian should be folded softly
Huizhou green tiles and white walls
The spring of the pen in prose 6A wind and snow after the winter of the thick winter slowly receded, I don't know in the morning. In the morning, you push open the window and suddenly realize that the wind blowing on your face has become softer.
Far away, the water in the moat is also different, stripped of the winter of that gravity, become vivid, rippling, soft. Like a woman with a budding heart of spring, the eyes are full of joy, powdered like standing, just waiting for you to come closer, will be charmingly looking at you, smiling, smiling, suddenly reached out to your forehead, pouting: how so only to come!
This is spring, right, a good enchanting spring!
Look up to see, in fact, she did not show, the tree branches or last night's appearance, straight and froze, not with a trace of new green, but the swaying figure, clearly contains a temptation. What is it? But I can't say it. Just willing to be long, carefully measured, like looking at the face of a lover, how to see, are not tired.
The soil under the feet is also soft a lot, a foot, a foot, so soft, like a lover's embrace, can not help but let you y linger, and then difficult to turn around.
Spring does not say, but I have been so happy.
Whenever spring comes, what I look forward to most is the cherry blossoms that fill the streets and alleys.
White white, pink tender pink, a toot and a toot, open so eager, and so frank. Like to walk alone under the cherry tree, occasionally petals fall on your head, shoulder, the heart will be secretly happy, like a lover's fingers intimately slipped, seemingly without trace, the heart, has long been ripples.
It is a pity that the depth of love is always a moment, after a wind, cherry blossoms, will be scattered as a full of lovesickness. The most windy and rainy time, the cherry blossoms in the wind roll, wantonly whisked the passer-by's cheeks and ears, but I do not know how many of her exhortations, and how much love. When the rain cleared, the fall red all over the ground, and who also remembered that she was standing on the branches of the face of the playful ......
In the spring, I also love sycamore.
Sycamore is a lucky tree, it is to attract the golden phoenix, so people's courtyard to see more.
Through my window, behind the rows of residential houses built on the mountain, there is a family with a sycamore. The sycamore was thick and lush, sticking out of the roof of the house very high, and generously displaying the thick tree of flowers in front of my eyes.
Think of that spring, I was in Xitang, a teahouse behind the window, there is also a such a sycamore, because of the greed of the tree of flowers, I asked for tea, sitting under the tree for a long time. That kind of spring, is a cup of warm tea, how to drink, are indescribably sweet.
I often think that the opening of the flower is a will, who is who's predecessor, who is who's afterlife, destiny must have been arranged. Cherry blossom fell, sycamore bloom; sycamore is still good, butterfly orchid has been quietly waiting to spit stamens; azalea is still nurturing buds, calla lilies have ended the first opening ......
In fact, the flowers and how to understand the earth's this much despair, but for no apparent reason, there is a grain of seed fell into your heart, and so, regardless of talent, no matter how good, can not escape from this.
If you are destined to escape, I hope to meet you in this spring. There is no palpitations of chance encounters, there is no surprise of a long goodbye reunion, to be my head back from the sky under the cherry blossoms, you will be happy to stand beside me, and then, hear you spring said: Oh, it turns out that you are also in!
Spring Pen Prose 7The cold moon in the sky, the earth everything is still in the thick winter quilt sound sleep. The cold night, clear, chi. It is like a silver glow sprinkled in the arms, in the bright dawn.
Cold and spring, spring is the accumulation of a winter's strength; spring is the heart of the earnest desire. The snowflakes flying in the sky have been turned into spring rain, bringing sweet moisturizing to the thirsty fields. You see, a touch of light green color on that field, through the footsteps of spring, step by step to reveal the vitality.
Spring is here, let's open our arms to welcome the charm of spring.
According to the ancient saying: spring is in the cawing of the green bird back to us. In the four seasons, the green bird is the opening and the Dan bird is the closing. What kind of bird is the green bird? Green, taken from the blue. It is the messenger of the Queen Mother of the West, flying from the West. With its chirping, the green bird informs us that the years will soon be separated. At this time outdoors, the bitter northwestern wind has turned into a harmonious and skillful northeastern wind.
Spring has returned to the earth, and everything is recovering.
The wind, flick, those willow branches have become soft. At this time, there are no flowers, only a kind of elegant, quiet, waiting for the subtle beauty. Remaining snow on the distant mountains has not yet completely melted, the back of the shade is still flooded with light blue light. The spring flowers have not yet buds, but the plum blossoms, already in the gnarled branches of the dead trees to take advantage of the flavor.
Temperature, sunshine, rainfall, has been gradually on. As the saying goes, "a year's plan is in spring", spring is the beginning of the four seasons, people have high hopes for spring. A good start is halfway to success, so spring is a season of hope.
When I was a child, spring came from the taste buds.
I can't remember from which spring rains began, home from school at noon, on the dinner table suddenly more than a plate of green fried chestnuts, grand and blushing in the white porcelain plate, clip a chopstick to chew, the unique fragrance immediately danced on the taste buds.
Eating wild vegetables is not a big deal, but the first wild vegetables of the year always represents a magnificent prelude to spring. At that time, the market did not sell wild vegetables, this prelude must be found in the field. I always remember the way my grandmother carried a basket and dug for wild vegetables, her thin figure was particularly athletic at that time, agilely crossing the water channel, crossing the embankment, in the wheat fields and mulberry forests, one by one, to find the hidden green elves. Grandma never looked for them aimlessly, these field spirits always grew in her memory, with clear coordinates and veins. We could easily find clusters of marjoram and goji berries. Grandma carefully pinched off their shoots with her fingernails, not hurting the roots and stems, and after a while, it was still lush and green.
Digging for wild vegetables was so much fun that it became the most attractive pastime on spring weekends. Children spontaneously follow their families or older children with tools down to the ground, in the sky among the golden rape flowers and green wheat seedlings, in the name of digging wild vegetables to play. Some people dig a little more, can beat a catty of meat, rolled out the dough to wrap chestnut dumplings, harvest even less is enough to make a meal of wild vegetables and egg soup. So no matter what, there is always a taste of spring on the dinner table that day.
Grandma was a good cook, she could not only make stir-fry, sauce, cold mix, dumplings, fried spring rolls and other patterns with ordinary capers, marjoram, rice straw, wolfberry buds, but also give us all kinds of surprises with more special ingredients. When the willows along the waterfront "hang down green silk tapestries", my grandmother would carefully pull a few young leaves, mix them in a paste of eggs and flour, and fry them in vegetarian oil to make thin willow leaf cakes, which looked and tasted like pre-mingming Longjing. Other families also use elm money to make dough, but that is only with elm money to cook the dough, but grandmother will elm money pounded and in the flour, made into a small green noodle fish, salty and fresh taste, fragrance full of cheeks. In addition, there are also acacia flower filled dumplings and rice cakes, eggs fried with tofu, and green dumplings made of tender clover....... It seems that every leaf and flower in the spring can be transformed into a supreme delicacy in the hands of the grandmother. Others all marveled at grandmother's good craftsmanship: "In the end, it is the lady of a big family, doing everything is different!"
Of course, the flavor of spring is not always in the wild vegetables. Buy a catty Mandarin fish and braise it with fresh rice grass, the flavor is a perfect match. However, steaming is also very good. Cut a few spring onions, rub oil and salt on them and steam them in a pot, which retains the tenderness and richness of Mandarin fish to the maximum extent, and the flavor is also wonderful. Around the time of the Qingming Festival, the river is full of snails are fat and seedless, with a few pushes of the trip net is a pot of water, with clean water for two days, no matter whether to cut off the tail stew, or pick out the meat to fry spring leeks, are first-class delicious. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm going to be able to do this.
The most unforgettable is a small bamboo forest next to the old house, I do not know what species of bamboo, long and thin, every year after the hibernation, all over the ground, the cones are fully interpreted what is called "after the rain," the bamboo shoots. Grandmother with a small shovel to dig them out, rows under the eaves to dry, because these "cones" do not hurry to dig down, then, within a few days will grow into bamboo poles. The new bamboo shoots can be cut into julienne strips and fried leeks, fried spinach, fried shredded pork with fish sauce, roasted soup, stewed meat, and if you can't finish them, give them to your neighbors or make them into bamboo shoots and keep them for braised pork. The flavor, as if the distant childhood all of a sudden pulled to the front.
In the blink of an eye, my grandmother has been gone for ten years. The good thing is that every year the spring is still on schedule, as always, the grass is long, the willow is bright. I always can't help but follow the will of the taste buds to find the trail of wild vegetables. Although occasionally in the grocery store to buy some trellis in the planted capers and marjoram, the taste is vague, seems to have so much meaning, exactly not as flavorful as the memory, but that is also considered the breath of spring. I also hope that there will be time to take my child out into the fields and put green memories into a basket, so that his childhood will also be drenched in some of the scent of grass. I think that's what grandmothers want most, isn't it?
Spring Pen Prose 9Youth is a poem, a dream, a moving tune, a beautiful song.
The just-closed Middle Tennessee Tournament is one of the most moving songs of youth and spring!
Nearly two thousand middle school athletes from 27 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions across the country gathered in Ningxiang No. 1 Middle School to show us speed and power, youth and vigor, unity and collaboration, friendship and passion, and beauty and strength. At the same time, the first time the Middle School Competition was held by a county-level city, which is also a full affirmation and comprehensive review of the comprehensive strength of our county. For five days of the game, Ningxiang people live up to expectations, delivered an excellent answer sheet: the organization is in order, the construction of venues to a higher level, the level of sports is appreciated ...... won the praise of the community. The competition, *** produced 192 medals, including 64 gold medals, as the host of the Ningxiang a high school team in the country's highest level of competition in defying the strongest players, dare to fight, play well, and won three gold medals in one fell swoop, a silver medal and two bronze medals, won the women's A group group total score first place and the group total score of the fifth place, for the county to win the honor! "Teenagers are strong, the country is strong", "Teenagers are wise, the country is wise". Teenagers, is the flower of the motherland, is the hope of the motherland. They carry too many expectations of their fathers and mothers, the continuation of their fathers and mothers of the glory and dreams. And active, physically outstanding children, in order to better take over the father's gun.
Of course, only a few of them can stand on the field of the Mid-Atlantic Games and compete with all kinds of heroes, and even fewer of them can stand on the championship podium. Due to the differences in physical fitness and other aspects, we do not expect all children to have such a wonderful performance. However, as long as the children can develop good sports habits, perseverance and tireless, they will certainly be able to build a good physical foundation, so that they can better contribute to the development of society in the future! "Life lies in sports". Children are not the only ones who need to exercise. Exercise is an important part of a person's life from the time he or she croaks to the end of life. Only those who exercise consistently and scientifically can have better physical fitness. It is said that wealth or status is zero, but health is the one in front. Because there is no health, there is no everything.
It is good that more and more people recognize the importance of sports: never idle up the basketball court, the square dancing crowd, into the eyes of more and more cyclists ...... they use their own actions, practicing the promise of sports, showing the beauty of the movement, the beauty of the power.
They are the most beautiful scenery! A most moving song.
Spring Pen Prose 10The pupils of the sky scattered soft light, everything is nourished. In an instant, the dream of spring spreads in the tender buds that poke their heads out.
The dream (without worry) is more than just green; white elves crossed the eyes, leaving a light fragrance; "butterflies" fixed on the branches, blooming wings but not flying; "giants" changed into a beautiful new clothes, their children are growing up. The "giants" have put on new clothes and their children are growing up. This chorus of natural recovery, the spring song of the soft plate slowly played.
When the sky closed its eyes and said, the dream ushered in the rain. When the mists are light and forgiving, the water gurgles, the drops of rain are as sparkling as gems, and the thoughts swim to the strange natural landscape. Walking in this fairyland, everything seems so magical, but instead of being odd and disturbing, it is full of dreams.
As the sky's eyes widened slightly, its cheeks flushed. The green beings have twirled a dance of praise; sang the hymn of birth, life is more graceful at this time.
In the earth became alive, flowers bloomed everywhere, the dream world only beautiful and peaceful, this pure land has no worries and ups and downs.
Fresh
Fresh air will always bring people a pleasant mood, even if the haze ravaged, a rainfall of rain washed the air, so that the vision of the scenery is exceptionally clear. Walking in the park as if entering the fairyland, the flowers are more colorful, the grass is more beautiful, people with a joyful mood in the park cruising, this scene is strong the breath of spring.
See the grass sprouting, feel the vitality of life. Birds celebrate the beauty of spring, the breeze will be sent to the warmth, there is nothing more than laughter to make people feel better. Because I feel the beauty of spring.
Spring has the flavor of spring, the freshness of the soil, the fragrance of the flowers, the smell of grass and trees to relax the nerves, which is a gift from nature to our treasure. We should be more cherished not to tarnish the beauty of nature.
Fresh air, white clouds reflecting the magnificence of the blue sky, a pair of laughing couples by the pond, making this season more beautiful. Beauty is hidden in nature.