Ⅰ spring story essay writing an event
I have experienced quite a lot of things already, there are happy and lost time. As a result of experiencing more things, some things I have already forgotten. What I have not forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year, there is such a saying, the season of the year is spring. In spring, the willow tree buds; flowers blossom; grasses gradually straighten their backs, and the water of the river gradually melt. Everywhere is green.
Everything changes in spring, some people give up their seats to the elderly on the bus, and some people help the elderly and the blind to cross the road when they cross the street. Even the flowers and grass in the park people know how to cherish. Something happened to me this spring that touched me personally. This makes me feel that spring is not only vibrant, but also more humane.
On the day I got out of school, I was happy to be ready to go home, and I saw a blind man on the way home. He seemed to want to cross the street too. At that time, it was still raining heavily. So I helped him to cross the road. Later, I wanted to take him home again, and it was raining so heavily. And he didn't have an umbrella. So he and I ****ed with an umbrella to take him home. When we were about to walk to his house, I saw a manhole cover in front of us that was open. So I helped him to cross the well, and as we walked past, he asked me why I crossed it. I told him. As soon as I had finished my sentence, he turned around and walked towards the well. He immediately turned around and walked towards the well.
When he reached the well, he used his hand to touch the cover. I went over to him and was going to help him. But he didn't agree. He said he was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. He moved the heavy manhole cover with his hand as hard as he could. When I saw this, how could I not help him, just because I was afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I moved the heavy manhole cover with him as hard as I could. At this time, the rain fell harder.
By the time we recovered that manhole cover, we walked together again towards his house. He gave me a handkerchief and said that I should clean my hands. On the way again he said that in case it was night, wouldn't it be bad luck if some people didn't know about that bad well?
I was touched by his spirit, as a blind man, but still always think about others.
This is the story of that spring, this spring is not only good scenery, people are better
鈪 The story of the spring composition The scenery is slightly written, the matter is written in detail
The spring is here, the small animals become very active, the birds sing happily, like in the arrival of the spring and cheered. Outside the house bright version of the spring light sprinkled right to the earth. See here, I can not help but take off the thick winter clothes, out of the door, to appreciate the scenery of spring ......
Spring everywhere vibrant. You see: the willow tree in the neighborhood, its bare willow branches, revealing a hint of green. The magnolia tree, grew a bud, budding, close to a smell, the fragrance is pleasant.
I walked to the South River. In spring, the South River is not as calm as in winter, but you can still see the reflection of the skyscrapers, flowers and trees on both sides of the river. The surface of the river in the sun's reflection, become sparkling, like a golden curve.
I went back to the fields in the countryside. Large pieces of golden rapeseed flowers into my eyes, I was in the sea of flowers, next to a group of bees "buzzing" hard work ...... In addition to rapeseed, there are petunias, bellflowers and an unknown small flowers, this small flower has five pieces of white petals, the inner most petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower, the petal is a white flower. The petals, the petals is the inner most orange and white stamens ...... far away, the farmers uncle began to work hard again: sowing seeds, spring plowing, plowing ......
Ah! Spring, how thriving you are, your arrival makes how many flowers bloom! How many trees have started a new life with your arrival! I love spring!
Ⅲ Description of the story of spring
The footsteps of spring, bringing the spring rain, spring, spring, unknowingly grass came out, endured a winter of silence and silence, endured countless times of the sprouting desire to come out, and finally broke out of the black soil, in the north of the still a little craggy in early spring in February, and stood out, although still some tender, but enough to embellish the hopes of the earth, the people longing for green. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Unconsciously, the willow tree quietly green, unconsciously, the flowers quietly open, the afternoon study return, inadvertently saw the car window outside the small town, spring rain soft, spring flowers curl, grass, the beauty of the instantly fixed in the mind. My hometown early spring is so elegant quiet, fresh, so poetic, so picturesque, I shocked the beauty of this, I found the beauty of the small town, competing so late, I finally understand the scenery in front of me, cherish the present reticence, life is not an awakening process.
The spring of life has nothing to do with age, the awakening of life has nothing to do with years. But it must be related to experience, it is a journey of the human heart, both complex and very simple, complex to speechless to describe, simple to speak without words, it is a state of mind, a perception, a moving, a realization.
Recently, along with the occurrence of a lot of legendary and accidental things, I more savor the beauty of life's subtle changes.
(3) Spring story writing extended readingSpring verse:
The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers fall to know how much. -- Li Yu "Yu Meiren" (虞美人-春花秋月何时了)
The loneliness of the empty court, the evening of spring, the pear blossom full of the ground does not open the door. -- Liu Fangping 《Spring Complaint》
The wine does not scare the spring sleep heavy, betting on the book to get the splash of tea incense, at that time, it is only the ordinary. -- Nalan Seide, "Raccoon River Sand - Who remembers the West Wind Alone"
I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -- Cui Gu 《题都城南庄》
Ⅳ The story of spring, tell what happened, in what situation written.
In the spring of 1979, *** in Shenzhen sketched out a blueprint for reform and opening up;
In the spring of 1992, *** south patrol, pioneering version of the right to reform and open up the new situation;
In 1994, another spring, three devote themselves to the Special Administrative Region of the art workers, have a sense of their own personal experience, wrote a touching song "Spring Story ", they used their songs to note down the changes in Shenzhen and even China as a whole. [2]
The Story of Spring is a narrative song with a strong ethnic style. The first two lines are the introduction, sung by a female
student and a male backing singer, echoing several times, portraying the feelings of the affluent Chinese people who are praising the "story of spring" from the bottom of their hearts.
The first section of the song is a female soloist who tells the story of the Spring Story like a story.
The second section of the song starts with "Spring thunder awakens the Great Wall inside and outside", which expresses the hundreds of millions of Chinese people under the guidance of the *** theory, moving forward in the renewed spring with great strength.
The coda is a repetition of the changes in the introduction, the first and last echo, so that the musical image of unity, but also the reform and opening up of the road continues to extend, expressing the belief of the people of the whole country firmly on the road of socialism.
Ⅳ Description of the spring story 100 points
Spring came, the swallow returned from the south, it is a black shiny feathers, a pair of handsome and light wings, in the sky pecking branches ready to go home to rebuild the nest. I seemed to hear it say, "I can move to a new home again, I'm so happy!"
Willow spit out new green buds I came to the creek, saw the embankment, full of life and vitality, in the summer, people will be able to rely on it to cool off, it is how happy ah! I heard the brook "ding dong ding dong" singing a happy song, I asked: "brook, brook, where are you going?" The brook said, "I want to flow into the river, and on the way I can moisturize the fields, wet the land... I can make a contribution to the people I am very happy!"
I came to a garden, thousands of red flowers, pink like the sun, white as snow, red like fire, can be really beautiful ah! People praised the beautiful, brightly colored flowers. Flowers listen to the words of praise, happy.
I came to the field, the sky fell a drizzle of spring rain, which wet the grass, so that the grass is more green, wet the earth, so that the earth is softer ... Farmers uncle showed a sweet smile, they sowed pumpkin seeds, corn seeds ...... they also sowed hope at the same time. hope for a good harvest in the coming fall. They seem to see the eggplant put on a purple robe, winter melon put on a white veil, sorghum raised a torch ...... they have a happy smile.
I came to the Daning River again, I saw the children are running on the road of the diffuse beach, flying colorful kites, looking at their sweet smile, I also have a happy smile.
Spring is so beautiful, so sweet, so colorful ah! I love spring because she makes everything in the world so happy!
Ⅵ Description of Spring
Spring
Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind came, and the footsteps of spring were close.
Everything looked as if it had just woken up, and opened its eyes gladly. The mountains are moist, the water is up, the sun's face is red. The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of a large area. Sitting, lying, playing two rolls, kicking a few feet of the ball, race a few times running, catch a few times hide and seek. The wind is gentle, the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red like fire, pink like the summer, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. The wildflowers were everywhere: a miscellany of sorts, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and winking.
"Blowing face not cold willow wind", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some newly turned earthy breath, mixed with grass flavor, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will nest in the flowers and young leaves in the middle of the happy, calling friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, and the light wind and running water to echo. The short flute on the back of the cowherd boy, this time also all day loud and clear sound.
Rain is the most common, a one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, the roof of the house is covered with a layer of thin smoke. The leaves of the trees, however, are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it forces your eyes. In the evening, on the lamp, a little yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; there are still working farmers in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their houses, sparse, silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, also rush like a trip, one by one, all out. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
"A year in the spring", just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that has just landed on the ground, from head to toe is new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant, smiling and walking.
Spring is like the sturdy youth, with iron arms and waist and feet, who leads us on.
Ⅶ Write a composition of 600 words with "The Story of Spring"
The story of spring composition of 600 words
The garden in early spring is beautiful, the tender yellow seedlings, the crystal dewdrops, and the spring breeze, just like a poem without rhyme, a song without a score. I always like in the spring when the swallows murmur, with a book, sitting in the garden, quietly listening to the sound of spring.
One evening, I still sat on my favorite bench. Because next to the bench there is a cluster of lush spring words. Tender buds adorned in the branches, like embedded in the pentatonic score of a beautiful note, written in the spring music.
"Small ball, banana pear, Malan blossom twenty-one, two eight two five six, two eight two five seven ....." A string of silver bell-like children's voices into this piece of music. Originally, not far from the poplar tree, there are a group of little girls are jumping ribbons. So, that spring, we met almost every day in the garden. However, I clearly feel that there is a pair of eyes are also concerned about this group of happy elves - a pair of different eyes.
One day, I found this pair of eyes hidden behind the spring flowers: beautiful but without a trace of spirit, the bottom of the eyes are filled with only darkness and chaos. It was a little girl in a gray dress, she was hiding behind the spring flowers to "see" the other little friends jumping on the bandwagon. Although she had a pair of almost flawless face, the blank eyes always stayed in one direction - the direction of the string of silver laughter." Two eight two nine thirty-one ......"
The next day, it was the same.
On the third day, the same thing happened.
......
The note-like spring flowers have quietly bloomed all over the "five lines". The spring breeze is blowing. The "pentatonic spectrum" swayed lightly, shaking out a burst of joyful laughter: "haha ...... Three eight three five six, three eight three five seven ......"
Finally, one day, the rubber band jumping elves also found the eyes.
"Who are you?"
"What is your name?"
"Can you jump rubber bands too?"
The series of questions was followed by a period of silence. The girls seemed to sense her pupils, one little girl reached out her hand and waved it in front of her, and in a flash, everyone understood everything. As if sensing the change, he buried his head deep in his gray collar. A slightly older looking girl took her hand and said, "Come on, play with us!"
"I ...... I don't know how to jump."
"It's okay, we'll teach you."
"Yes! We'll teach you."
"Hey! You haven't said your name yet!"
......
From that day on, a little girl in a green dress could often be seen in the garden, surrounded by many little friends, jumping and singing: "Little leather ball, banana pear, marjoram blossom twenty-one ......" The cluster of lush spring flowers also swayed a symphony, accompanied by her." ...... 二八二五六,二八二五七......" A spring flower hesitation, from the branch slipped down, leisurely back and forth, as if telling the story of this spring.
Ⅷ Description of Spring
Description of Spring
There was a child named Spring. The child, whose name was Spring, did not like Spring. Because, she said, there was no spring in her life. There was rain in spring, but it was not as magnificent as summer, not as mournful as fall, not as poignant as winter.
In fact, spring is an unusually sentimental child, so sadness and grief is inevitable. However, when the spring is sad, there are few people to comfort, and few people even notice - only because, in front of her, there is a more crying child.
When crying in summer, as summer rain is often accompanied by muffled thunder, often accompanied by a deep roar; when crying in autumn, as autumn rain is often accompanied by falling leaves, often accompanied by fluttering tissues; when crying in winter, as winter rain is often accompanied by cold winds, often accompanied by piercing curses said.
Spring does not, never. Spring is always a fine cry, soft cry, just like the spring rain, falling on the palm of the hand also do not feel pain, sprinkled on the clothes also do not feel wet.
Sheepish spring rain can rain for a long time, sentimental spring can also cry for a long time, but, just like the spring drizzle old people doubt that it is not under the same, the old people in the spring after watching the cry doubt - uh, she really have cried? In fact, Spring learned early on that things that don't attract attention or bring distress to others are rarely remembered, and thankfully, thankfully, she doesn't care that much.
Spring has the wind, but not as ecstatic as summer, not as fall, not as sad as winter. Spring is also a person with a story, their own or know, many, many. The story is extremely simple and extremely plain, but extremely comfortable, spring like.
However, the story is often told only to oneself. The only reason for this is that there are fewer people who like this kind of story. Now people seem to be more and more like to go to the extreme, either listening to the story is extremely interesting, like the story of the summer, the teeth and claws to tell some borderline fun paragraph, like very hot summer blowing the cool wind, will be very boring class to make the atmosphere warm, this time, spring will also be together with the group to laugh.
Another kind of it, is extremely sad story, like the story of autumn or winter, with a soothing voice to tell some very sad story, although there are still some differences, like the autumn wind than the winter wind more points of loneliness, the winter wind than the wind of the autumn more points of the bone, but the same is the cold wind penetrating through the heart of the bone feeling, at this time, the spring will be grouped together in the silence.
But in fact, spring prefers its own story, it is so simple that almost everyone can say that they have had such a story, as if, the spring breeze is often inadvertently penetrate the hearts of people in the same way, inadvertently penetrated into the lives of others.
Spring has a light, a unique light that can scatter the storms of others, but can bring storms to themselves. There was a child named Spring. That child, named Spring, wanted to love Spring. Because, she said, there was someone else's spring in her life.