Spring is here.
Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, have long agreed to have a grand ball in the spring time, only one time a year, who would like to miss the flower season? They compete to open, in the name of spring, in the form of flowers, dancing. Everyone is easily mesmerized by such moments. Seeing the flowers, enjoying the scenery, listening to the sound of the flourishing spring, looking at the kite floating silhouette, is a good remedy for resting the mind in leisure.
I took my daughter out of the house and went to the park to see the peach blossoms in full bloom. In spring, the peach garden has long been a sea of flowers, a peach blossom silent anger, and we smile. My daughter and I strolled in the sea of flowers, and the tree full of flowers to cherish each other. The short flowering period, there are so many buds save enough strength to wait for the person who has an appointment with them, waiting, waiting, only for the appointment of the person to open.
We see the spring as a landscape, in fact, the spring why not see us as a landscape? In our eyes, every spring is largely the same; in the eyes of the spring, she saw us is very different year after year. Take a look at this spring, how many last year's face in front of this year's peach blossom faded color, and how many figures are too late to honor yesterday's promise, wordlessly missed appointments. "Last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossom. The faces of people do not know where to go, the peach blossoms are still laughing at the spring breeze." Standing in the peach blossom forest, I can not help but think of Cui Gu's poem, reminiscent of his sigh of regret at that time with a wonderful woman lost, inevitably some frustration.
The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year. We are from birth to infancy to adolescence to youth, strength, middle age, old age, much like a spring river, the waves of the bank or, slightly ripples, and finally are no trace of ah. I have some sadness for no reason, in the sea of spring flowers, trying to find a petal to warm themselves. Looking at the flower branches in front of me, I tilted my head, took a deep breath, but did not smell the imagined kind of pungent fragrance of flowers. "The fragrance is not in the stamen, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance permeates the bones." This is probably true. Bone hidden in the dark fragrance, only in the spring sunshine naturally overflowing, overflowing full of light fragrance filled with the garden but can not find the source.
At this time, my daughter ran from a distance, hand shaking a bouquet of trembling flowers. She ran to my side, I did not have time to ask her, she squatted down, next to the peach tree to pick up the petals on the ground. She gathered those flower branches and petals together, carefully holding up a small handful of fine soil to cover those delicate flowers. I know that my daughter's good intentions are in vain, a breeze can blow her masterpiece away. But I can't bear to disturb her as she is concentrating on her work. Perhaps, in her heart, want to retain not only a few petals of flowers, but all the spring right?
Prose dating with spring 2The spring breeze in March. The left hand carries a basket of sunshine, the right hand carries a pocket of flowers fragrance, around the fence of the season, the soft fall in the heart.
Soft, how nice! It's a beautiful word, like a baby's hand, delicate and beautiful. For example, the March sunshine and rain, the warm wind and birdsong in the morning sun, and the green buds and flower buds on the vine, the softness, like the flavor of the first love.
At this moment, the morning sunlight is slightly exposed, the sunshine is dyed, I hear the flowers outside the window, "pop" and half bloomed, it's so good! A new day has begun, to love this beautiful all right!
Listen, the wind and grass is quietly dating; see, a drop of dew is gently kissing the buds awake; the sun is lingering with the peach blossom ambiguous; a group of sparrows to the spring boisterous.
Everything is so beautiful! The vitality of the wonderful incredible.
Thereafter, allow yourself to be a flower watcher, low temperature walking, picking up flowers to brew spring. Like flowers, with the world and the light of day love over and over again, with a big big beautiful love of life, with the whole of the spring mood, deep deep deep live. Love every wisp of fresh air, and a piece of cloud just drifted, and a drop of new dew, a newborn green, a budding bone, a string of crisp bright bird cries, or, more, there are three 'product' men's heart dyed in spring color.
Often delighted in such a time: in the spare time to raise flowers and ink, see the flower shadow shaking the window, see the spring breeze brushing through the green green lines of poetry. Cook a pot of spring color, pour a bright, will be in the light of the pure slowly sipping. I believe that where there are breezes and flowers, there must also be poems and faraway places.
Look, who is it? Seeded full of spring, and who is it? Happen to be, fetch a peach blossom to knock on the door. So, I saw, where the spring breeze reached, all the flowers are in love, the whole spring is slightly drunk with the flavor of love.
All right! Just allow me to three 'pints' of men in the depths of the flowers, send a message brewing flowers, and spring, and peach red, and pear white, and beautiful, to a grand date.
Prose for a date with spring 3Spring belongs to the flowers!
From the information on: Qiaotou 300 acres of canola yellow, that in the summer is 300 acres of lotus, spring is 300 acres of canola is located, I have long wanted to go to experience her "wonderful transformation"!
I heard that LiaoBu XiangShi tourist area of cherry blossom square that 216 cherry blossoms bloom, so see cherry blossoms do not have to go to Japan, do not have to go to Wuhan's East Lake.
Million Sunflower Garden tens of thousands of tulips bloom! This from the Netherlands introduced a number of varieties, will be how splendid in front of people's eyes?
Far away, near, flower fragrance, wisps of fragrance, are calling my stupid heart: go, go, go to rush to the dragon year spring of this one and another flower season! "Flowers can be folded straight must be folded, do not wait for no flowers empty branches!" I do not fold flowers, I just quietly to enjoy the "idle flowers fall to the ground to hear no sound", that's good!
Yes, I like the spring flowers in the sunshine, I prefer "facing the sea, spring flowers."
Prose for a date with spring4I suddenly miss my hometown!
The endless rapeseed flowers, sporadically dotted with some purple clouds in the middle, will be some of the two-story, three-story homes want to hide, but some can not help it; families in front of the house, a tree of white plum flowers, pink peach blossoms, was swept by the birds when the colorful fall of England; people in the sea of flowers in the line, the top of the head as if it was floating in the sea of flowers, the same. The air is filled with a strong fragrance of flowers, attracting hard-working bees busy all day long, the continuous buzzing sound and the fragrance of the flowers smoked people all day drowsy! The tadpoles began to sing solo, rounds of songs, chorus, one after another, without fatigue!
At night, everything is rested except for the frogs, so the frogs are even more vocal! Mother's sleep is not good, always blame the noise of the frogs, always said, "Nothing is still screaming with the death of boredom! I laughed softly on the side: that should be the world's grandest chorus, but also a magnificent lullaby! My mother has been gone for sixteen years. I wonder if there are frogs on her side of the world. There is no sea of flowers?
I really want to go back to my hometown!
Friends, please do not look for me in this season, I am busy rushing to one after another date with the spring, or on the way to the date, or on the scene of the date!
Prose with spring date 5
Grass green, flowers bloomed, spring has been unknowingly dipped in the earth, the smart I know, I and spring date time is up, so I put on makeup, put on dress, with an excitement, an expectation, to go to the spring date.
Daydreaming of spring ah! I'm here.
I went to the green meadow walk, go to the willow lake to listen to the wind, go to the flowers in the incense, go to the depths of the peach forest dyeing red; in the spring flowers in full bloom at the moment, in the moment of spring sunshine, in the sunshine in the eyes of the gentle, in the warmth of the mother earth's embrace, I kissed the spring, kissing the spring, kissing the grass, the silk tapestry whisking embankment; kissing the flowers in her thousands of trees, the blue wave ripples; kissing the orchid warmth of the grass, moist, such as Crisp; kissed her spring garden, falling red like rain ...... spring always with fresh, with beauty, with fragrance, with a smile, my heart for the touch, my eyes for the wet, my blood for the boiling!
Spring is a wisp of gently singing wind, a warm and bright sunshine; spring is the sound of the sound of crisp birds, a piece of rich and intoxicating fragrance; spring is a dewdrop on the tip of the green grass, red flowers on a touch of color; spring is the seed of the arching force of the breakthrough, the trees grow up when the clamor of the rhythm; spring is a transparent and pure dream, hot and boiling song, inspired by the overflowing poem; spring is the child's face of innocence; spring is the child's face of the world, the world's first time in the world. Spring is the child's face of innocence, the girl's cheeks on the beauty of shyness; all things are intoxicated in the spring, all the stories are recited in the spring singing, all the people are happy in the spring moved.
The spring is warm and not hot, bright and not sultry, tolerant and not harsh, spring with a frank and generous smile, interpretation of all the heart and sweat, interpretation of all the expectations and aspirations. In the spring, the uprooting is not only the grass, but also my dream, in the spring, the growth is not only the seedling, but also includes my perception, let me open the passionate and powerful arms to embrace the spring, the spring news into a full of longing, the spring blessing into a full of bravado.
Spring by the spirit! I want to use my words and deeds to love the spring, care for the spring, with my every move to weave the spring, irrigate the spring, so that the spring resident in my side, always in my soul home ......
Prose dating with the spring 6That year, I stood on the other side of the love, watching snowflakes flying, watching peach blossoms, listening to the firecrackers burst, waiting for you to I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The snow stopped, the mountain green, the sun appeared, I hold the happiness, with the warmth, and you meet in the spring of hope.
This year, or this spring, four eyes relative but tears full of, is the weather suddenly cold and hot sudden change, or parting in front of us?
The wheels are flying, the night is dark, with silence on the message board written full of unrequited attachment, the expression of love has long been over the straightforward Huayi, implicitly behind the mix of helplessly heartbroken.
The night is over, but I can't see the clear sky, only the winter winds in the show; the true feelings of the rubbed, melted into the sadness of longing, with the wind drifting in front of you; far away from you ah, can you see? Do you know how to pick up the wind and take off the burden I have entrusted to you? I know you do, I'm sure! Because you know me. Look, the gale is receding, the sky is beginning to turn blue, and the sun is appearing overhead. Just for today, we have another date with spring, new greenery fills the trees and flowers bloom in the heart.
Humming a familiar tune is the most popular classic of that year. The time has changed, and the memory of the picture is still as new as yesterday. The year round is changing, the change is the face, unchanged is more and more brewing mellow emotion. Plain spring water, blended into the romantic petals, with the home as a vessel to store sealed, in the long river of years soak precipitation. Even though, the loss of the initial clear and bright beautiful appearance, sip and savor, but more than a good wine more memorable more mellow and sweet.
In this way, in the bright moonlight quietly strumming heartstrings, a song of spring date lightly played, high mountains and flowing water, thoughts, far away from you ah, whether to feel, whether to hear? Breeze blowing my face, your answer to piggyback to my heart, I heard your call, I feel the unchanging happiness and warmth. I have a date with spring, this agreement will never change in a lifetime!
I still remember the dream of last summer
So beautiful and so worth looking forward to
Spring and autumn is another year
Slowly breathing in the wind your breath
Just floating clouds drifting past the dream as vaguely as yesterday
Though I try to run forward
The brain is still in the memories
If the time is reversed, then it will not be easy to find the answer to the question.
If time were reversed
I'd like to go back to the age when I was chasing my dreams
I'd like to weave a dream of spring with that familiar face
I'd be standing in the spring breeze
Listening to the news of you in the wind
Pieces of flowers, pieces of spattered jade
Flashing in my watery fingertips.
I come in spring
Open my crystal clear dreams of the season
Spring dreams
Floating because of the spring wind
Tender because of the spring water
I would like to be a green grass in the spring wind
Transparent state of mind
Knowing that the spring goes and the spring comes
I would like to be a wave in the spring water
I am a wave in the spring water.
Transparent state of mind
Reflecting the flawlessness of spring
The spring breeze knows the pain of parting, the spring water knows the love of leaving
Spring breeze and spring water The wind rises up and wrinkles the pool of spring water
Do you remember
I have a date with the spring
A date with the youth
No more hesitation in front of the chasm in life
Dating Youth
I'm fighting with my studies
Although there are no swords and daggers
I'm chilled to the bone
With the infection of youth
I don't hesitate
but I jump on my horse
I'm charging in the midst of the problems
I'm happy to have a date and to meet you
I'm cloud-like. Thoughts
drifting over and over
eventually landed on the palm of my hand
Gorgeous as neon sunshine
Mournful as the morning mist
I can see you clearly, and you can see me clearly
We're on the same horizon
having the same dream
The wind blew up the flow of the years like a flower
and you became the most I'm not going to be able to do that.
The winds are blowing a pool of sparkling spring water
It's springtime again
The clear spring water is as green as it used to be
The polished spring winds are as gentle as they used to be
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When I was a young man, my grandpa and grandma lived in a courtyard on the bank of the Eddy River. One side of the courtyard was cemented for walking. Grandma loved cleanliness and would often sweep up when the weather was good. Water sprinkled on the pavement after the big broom cleaned up, formed a gray blisters; sunlight over, good luck when you will see a rainbow, more often than not only the residual fragrance of the soil. The other half of the yard was a vegetable patch, and then my uncle took over half of it, planting it full of ...
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Prose for a date with spring8"Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring is near...", Mr. Zhu Ziqing's popular prose, profoundly expresses the people's good wishes for the winter to spring. When spring arrives, everything recovers, flowers bloom, beautiful flowers; when spring arrives, swallows return to their nests, green willows brush the embankment, grass grows and warblers fly, blue ripples, orchids and white grass. The beauty of spring is always refreshing, intoxicated, and memorable.
When the cold weather is gradually warming up, when people take off the thick winter clothes, when the cycle of the season peeled off the winter of the depression, fading winter of the cold, full of poetic spring will be in the people's unawareness of the quiet arrival of people to bring back a long-lost warmth for the people, for the earth to win back a full of vitality!
Spring, giving people unlimited beautiful vision, it connects the beginning and end of the seasons of the year, is the beginning of the new year, is also the end of the old year. Spring, bring people a new hope, but also bring people deep contemplation. In the cold years, there is a date about me and spring, that is, we play together in the spring breeze chase, dancing in the flowers, in the green willow under the carnival swaying, in the people's laughter in the talk and laugh.
Spring, in the wind and rain call, in the blossoming of flowers in the nightmare, in the sunshine, wind and sunshine under the call, in the eyes of people's thirst, like a shy, slightly dewy little girl, with her light steps, dressed in festive attire, quietly came to the earth; and as a beautiful angel, in the swallows in the light dance, the affectionate fly down to the earth, to rush to the seasons of a The first time I saw the movie, it was a great success.
Walking in the spring road, everything is comfortable and cozy, the sun in March warm and bright, the temperature is suitable, moderate humidity, the soft light shining on the earth, through the particles of dust, from the morning sun, to the sunset, from the sea to the moon, to the western mountains of the red clouds fly, she is irradiated thousands of households, touching the earth's living creatures.
When the breath of spring permeates the earth, when people smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers, those gentle winds, beautiful flowers, lovely swallows, they are like messengers in the spring, spreading the message of spring to thousands of households, the signal of the season to the ears of every farmer, and rooting each and every hope in the deep soil.
Look, the ridge, the river green grass, from scratch, from shallow to deep, after a season of hibernation, scrambling, breaking the ground, to decorate a green rendering of the world. Look, those exposed outdoor frozen withered flowers, they are also in the warm wind blowing, open sleepy eyes, deliberately waiting to be sent, with a heart of love for beauty, waving a magical paintbrush, makeup, light dance, light smile, stepping on the melody of light, but also to catch a spring dance. They opened in front of the window colorful, dress up a side of the room, but also a pleasant mood.
"I do not know who cuts out the fine leaves, February spring wind like scissors", slender cut leaves condense spring, strip of willow into the picture, "the willow in the spring breeze, graceful and elegant. "Jasper make up a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk tapestry", "inch tenderness, full of pink tears", "I went to Ruoxi in the past, the willow," is the softness of the winding is not finished, is the honey of the complaint is not finished.
Spring, the green mountains, green water tenderness, distant mountains, green shadow, river ripples, Liu Yi fluttering, I fantasize about "folding leaves for the boat, weaving lotus for the skirt", I smelled the fragrance of flowers, wading in the water, I want to support a rod of green with a leaping heart, paddling a flat boat, to catch a date in the spring.
Looking at that tree tree spring flowers blooming, low view of that piece of grass green bloom, in the rape bush, I, too, seem to become the messenger of spring, in this spring season, I also used to bury the seed of hope, planted the flower of ideal
"There you have spring, there is a love of the four seasons like spring". I have a date with spring, I will put on the colorful makeup, put on the dress, in the season of spring flowers, in the spring sunshine bright moment, in the sun's gentle eyes, in the warm embrace of mother earth, warbler song and dance, *** to a spring feast, *** with the witness of a spring blossom!
Prose dating with spring 9Spring breeze in March. The left hand with a basket of sunshine, the right hand with a pocket of flowers spray nose, around the seasonal fence, gentle fall in the heart.
Soft, how good! A beautiful word, like a baby's hands, delicate and beautiful. For example: the sunshine and rain in March, the warm wind and birdsong in the morning light, and the green buds and buds on the vines, that soft, like the flavor of the first love.
Everything is so beautiful! Vibrant vitality wonderful unbelievable.
At this moment, the morning light, the sunshine, I heard the flowers outside the window, "pop" and opened half, so good! A new day has begun, to love this beautiful all right!
Listen, the wind and grass is quietly dating; see, a drop of dew is gently kissed awake buds; sunshine and peach blossom muse ambiguous; a group of sparrows to the spring boisterous.
Hereafter, the promise itself to do a look at the flowers idle, low temperature walking, picking up flowers brewing spring. Like flowers, with the world time love over and over again, with a big night and a big night of beautiful cool life, with all the spring sentiment, honey honey life. Love every wisp of fresh air, and a piece of cloud just drifted, and a drop of new dew, a newborn green, a budding bone, a string of crisp bright bird cries, or, more, there are three 'product' men's heart dyed in the spring color.
Often pleased in such a time: in the spare time to raise flowers and ink, see the shadow of the flowers shake the window, see the spring breeze through the green green lines of poetry. Cook a pot of spring color, pour a bright, will be the time of the pure slowly sip. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Well! Just allow me to three 'pints' of men in the depths of the flowers, send a message brewing flowers, and the spring scenery and spring color, and peach red, and pear white, and beautiful, to a grand night date.
You see, who? Planted full of spring scenery and spring color, and who is it? Just in time, fetch a peach blossom to knock. So, I saw, the spring wind reached the place, all the flowers are love, all the spring is slightly drunk with the flavor of love.
Prose for a date with spring 10At least once in a lifetime
Forget yourself for someone
Not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for what I once had
Not even asking for you to love me
Just asking for you to meet me in my best years
- - Xu Zhimo.
I always like to read sentimental poems, perhaps I am a seed of grief, with the poem into the line, and love.
I was fortunate to meet you in the most beautiful April on earth. The tree tree peach red, like a young girl stained the cheeks of the Xia, shy but not lose elegance. The wind whisked past you, whisked past me, whisked past the world of peach and willow green, straight to the thought of the endless sea of the heart, will be speechless palpitations upside down in the tip of the wave, called people love can not be extricated.
Good like with the text into the line, just for each word is engraved with a poem like the scenery; also like clouds and smoke into the rain, just for each drop of rain are hollowed out with your Wei Ran's silhouette.
The most romantic thing is to watch the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court with you, and follow the sky with the clouds rolling.
Outside the car window, the change of scenery, cohesion in the car that unique happy flower things. Only you, only I, only the winding road extends infinitely. And my happiness will be in the car window outside the sprawling road. This is the happiness you bring me! I want to sincerely say to you, "Really really thank you!" It's been a long time, I've never been so happy as I am today. All the depression and despondency gone with the wind.
Really like to be with you, with the warm mountain wind, and you alone to keep a time, although only as a flash in the pan, at least the life of the vastness of the also had left a trace. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Some people say that the best companion is that you have no words, I understand you; I do not say, you know what I mean. Perhaps this is tentatively called confidant, without words, the heart will be tacit understanding. Or the soul of the intersection of the melting. This is an eye of a world of legend.
I can not escape in the wrong time met the right you.
I don't want to disturb you, I'm afraid of disturbing you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this, so I'll be able to get a good deal on this. Every time you edit a good message, finally did not click on the word "send". Because I understand, you have your work to be busy, you have her to accompany you, you have children need your care, you have your space, I can not, I really can not go to disturb you. Maybe for you, I'm just a once-a-year peach blossom, which only blooms once in a four-season cycle. I hope that only this season's blossoms can bring you a touch of sweetness, ripples of your heart lake a ripple.
The clouds and water have nothing to do with it.
The tree of peach blossom, whether a certain warm moment will be gazed into eternity. A few years later, if we meet again, will we still remember the once verdant memories, remember the lost scenery of yesterday?