1, "Drunken Sun" - modern writer Ding Limei
The sky was cloudy for some days, it rained several times, and even, rarely, drifted a little snow. Spring was late in coming. In the flower bed next to the building, a few wild Brahmana, but along with the rain, the first to bloom. The pinkish-blue, bluish-blue, faintly white, like a small point of a color pencil.
Who would notice it? Fewer people. Besides, does the brahmi count as a flower? Nine times out of ten, people froze. Brahmaputra does not care about this, but blooms happily. Life is its own, it is in charge.
The rain stopped. The sunshine is coming. I always think, this time of the sun, like loaded with bells, all the way to go, all the way to shake, lively, and playful. So, the sleeping grass woke up; the sleeping river woke up; the sleeping trees woke up ...... Yesterday looked at the bare willow branches, today meet, that has climbed above the tender green buds. Water bubble like, as if blowing a bullet that is broken.
Spring, in the sunshine plucking and growing.
2, "Spring bottom forest wild" - modern novelist Xu Dishan
Spring light in the ten thousand mountains surrounded, but also leaked late. The peach blossoms were still in bloom, and the roaming clouds flew from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while to block the sun and teach the flowers and grasses on the ground to take refuge in its shade. The shaded places under the rocks and beside the mountain streams were covered with vetch ferns and other crested grasses. Small grassy flowers of red, yellow, blue, and purple dotted the green.
The larks in the sky and the warblers in the forest plucked up their tongues. The light wind squeezed their voices into a piece, and distributed them to all kinds of creatures in the mountains with or without ears. Peach blossoms listen to the mesmerized, can not help but fall a few pink tears, a piece of a piece of condensation on the ground. The small grass flower was intoxicated by the sound, and also with the sound of the rhythm of a moment to fall, a moment to get up, there is no time to calm down.
A group of children under the forest are picking up the fallen petals of peach blossoms. They are picking up, Qing'er suddenly yelled up, said: "Ga, Yong Yong is coming!" All the children stopped, all to the end of the peach forest looking forward to, sure enough, Yong Yong is also there to pick grass flowers.
3, "There is always the sound of frogs" - contemporary writer Gu Qingsheng
In the south of the country, there is a piece of low-lying grass in front of my window, and when spring comes, it grows a lot of grass, and even blossoms some small flowers, which attracts some bees to shake their golden wings and buzz around there. Many small children enjoy picking flowers or playing games that they think are fun in that meadow.
These days are always very cozy, because the sunshine, flowers and children are enough to decorate the spring beautifully and kindly, so that people can't help but cover the scrolls and be fascinated. But in the month of May, there would be a rainfall, and the rain washed the holly trees beside the meadow very green, that kind of very cool green, and filled the whole meadow. So the children folded up tiny white paper boats and went to the puddle in the meadow to set sail on their little dreams.
Only on moonlit nights did the meadow belong to me. At this time, the night is sleeping peacefully, a round of bright moon came to the puddle, reflecting that the water is a good piece of white. On top of the white water, there was suddenly a small frog from nowhere, happily stumbling and jumping, as if to examine the moon from the water, or sitting on top of the moon, letting the moon float it away.
The frogs, like children, sat on the water and sang when they had had their fill of the game. That's the sound of frogs in my life that I can't get away from. I am accustomed to reading and writing at night, I love that window, the sound of the frogs can make my thoughts float into the depths of such a season.
4, "Spring in Beiping" - the famous modern essayist Zhou Zuoren
In the end, how is the spring in Beijing, honestly, I live in Beijing and Beiping will be twenty years, can not be said to be not long ago, for the spring tour but there is no experience. 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'd like to say that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Beijing lack of water, so that the spring light less color, and climate change is a little dramatic, spring does not seem to have existed independently, such as not counting him as the head of the summer, might as well be called the end of the winter, in any case, the wind and the warmth of the sun so that we have a single lift can be free to wander around when it is very little, and just feel the cold is not going to be hot up. But the spring season is still natural.
First, after the winter is clearly spring, not to mention the festival of spring has passed. Secondly, the occurrence of living creatures is certainly evidence of spring, Niu Shan monk poem Yun, spring called the cat cat called spring, is also. People in the spring but just lazy, elegant people called spring sleepy, which seems to be another indication.
So in the end, Beiping still has his spring, but too flustered a little bit, and lack of rich and moist a little bit, so that sometimes it is too late to taste his flavor, and sometimes tasted feel a little bit dry, although the name is still called spring, but really take him as the end of winter, or else it is the head of the summer, anyway, both on the surface, although the difference between the two, in fact, not quite recognize him as the spring of the original is the same. I still love the winter in Bejing.
Spring is always interesting in my hometown, although it was thirty or forty years ago, I do not know how it is now. As for winter, it is 30-40 years ago in my hometown winter I do not like: those hands and feet raw chilblains, woke up in the middle of the night as if hanging in the air like up and down the four sides of the feeling of cold air, it is very bad to bear, in the Beiping papier-maché over the house will not have.
In the house is not bitterly cold, winter will have a benefit, can let people do things: hands do not freeze, do not have to scorch the ink brush, in the writing of our great benefit. Bejing, although almost no spring, I am not dissatisfied with anything, cover my winter reading instead of the joy of spring travel for a long time.
5, "Spring's Wistful Ancient Times" - Chinese Taiwanese writer Zhang Xiaofeng
Spring must have been like this: from the green convergence of the mountains, a handful of snow can no longer hold out, snorting sound, will be the cold face into a flowery face, a rippling song will be sung from the clouds to the foothills of the mountains, from the foothills of the mountains to the low barren villages, into the hedgerows, into a little girl, and into a small, dry, dry, dry, dry song. It was sung into a hedge, into the yellow webbing of a duckling, and into the soft spring mud - spring mud as soft as a freshly turned quilt.
That delicate, that sensitive, but that chaotic and endless. A thunder, can for no reason to cry in the sky full of clouds a cuckoo cries, can fight anxious a city azalea a wind up, every willow are chanting a then a white, virtual drift can not say, can not listen to the flotsam, every trace of flotsam is a willow of the semicolonial. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, and still can be so good as to make people calm.
Spring is bound to have been like this: a pond full of leaves bleak flower residue of the withered stalks resisting death to hold on to a cut of the old roots, the beams of thousands of houses in the north by the wind, the snow disturbed by their own gentle embrace of a small, empty swallows' nests. Then, then one day, the peach blossom has captured all the mountain villages and water guos. Willow tree to the royal royal ditch and folk river head are controlled - spring has like a flagging king's division, because of the long devoutly expectant prayers and beautiful.
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