Guide: Isn't spring just a song? She touched our beating heartstrings! Look! Isn't spring a book? She's moving our trembling fingers! The following is the observation diary of spring compiled and recommended by J.L., welcome to read it.
Chapter One: Gorgeous Spring Observation Diary
Grandfather Sun poked his head out with dim eyes and a sweet smile on his face. The clouds around him are flying in the air, moving eastward for a while, and still for a while, as if they were sleepwalking, and everything is dreaming there. Spring girl quietly came to the world with brisk steps. She is carrying a flower basket full of powder. She came to the river and sprinkled it gently. Sister Liu changed into dirty clothes and dyed her beautiful hair. Hebo has lifted the blockade for many months.
She is in a hurry, going there and here for a while, and her masterpieces are everywhere. Her hard sweat moistens everything, and her touching tone echoes everywhere.
The sun shines on me like gold powder, and the swallow is singing a beautiful song there. I opened my sleepy eyes in the song and suddenly froze. "Is this the original world?"
These eight words popped out of my mouth, and Xi Feng stroked my puzzled head. Xifeng seems to be less unscrupulous than before, but gentle. My mother said loudly, "It's 25 today. It rained last night. Isn't it beautiful today? " I replied, "Meimei, it's so beautiful." I can't wait to run downstairs. Just opened the door, the action is very slow. I thought, is this a painting?
My ears echoed with the laughter of birds, and my mind echoed with "I woke up easily in this spring morning, and there were birds singing everywhere". At present, there is a piece of new green. Uncle Earth puts on new clothes, and the flowers stick out their heads and whisper together. They don't laugh their heads off. I don't know what it is. Uncle Earth also puts on new clothes, and his hair seems to be dyed, so he can't tell which painting it is. This is reality, this is beautiful!
Whose masterpiece is this? I look up at the sky, yes! It's Miss Chun!
She played a touching song, which was very nice! The new year begins here.
Chapter two: 800-word spring observation diary
The weather is warm and the wind is light. The grass is green and the flowers are red. Look at the green mountains, listen to the tinkling of spring water, listen to the birds and flowers, smell the flowers ... Let's get rid of the tedium of winter, put on a fat coat, put on fresh spring clothes, and walk into the depths of spring with a good mood!
Let's leave now. I came all the way with curiosity. But the sun is against us. It's hot from beginning to end. The joy of our departure has long since disappeared, replaced by a series of complaints. Yes, the sun is always after the storm. How can we feel the beautiful rainbow behind us without suffering?
There are so many poses of winter jasmine one after another. Look at this. It's beautiful. Look at that. You see, clusters of winter jasmine are crowded together, like chatting together, some in twos and threes, like whispering, and some branches have only one flower, which reminds me of the idiom "stand out from the crowd".
Peach blossom, the dense leaves lean together, like a child who hasn't woken up in a dream. Some flowers just spread two or three petals, like a beautiful girl. Some flowers can't stand loneliness, showing golden stamens, attracting a large group of butterflies and bees … as if to show off their beauty.
Others are not open, wrapping their "little heads" with gorgeous coats, like a shy little girl, unwilling to spread her little face. Maybe plum blossom is not worth living for yourself. However, when autumn comes, the flowers have withered and the leaves are falling. In winter, these flowers can never be found again.
Although plum blossoms can't enjoy the sunshine, they are not crushed and don't give in to any difficulties when heavy snow presses them. But like a branch standing against the wind, it stands upright. This is also the preciousness of plum blossom.
After a long journey and the test of the scorching sun, we finally reached our destination. In order to cooperate with our upcoming performance, there is not so strong sunshine, only a refreshing breeze.
The beautiful language of the young host brought our fidgety heart into the poetry recital. After one program after another, I was moved! Under the urging of the host, I became more nervous. "If you can't be satisfied, you can't appreciate it, and you have scenery in your heart, why should you be satisfied with paper sheets?" Still can't compare with Zhu Ziqing's spring. But this did not affect my heart to explore spring.
Next, a touching song will lead us to the depths of spring, and the teacher will also sing a song to celebrate the arrival of beauty. Although in the end, because of time, we didn't hear the teacher's voice of nature, so spring came.
The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, twinkle and flap tiny spots.
In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time.
Chapter Three: Entering the Diary of Spring Observation
Another day when the snow and ice melt and spring blossoms. I am very happy to listen to the sound of spring and enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring with the children in Class Four and Four. Unconsciously intoxicated.
As soon as I entered the North Road Park, I was attracted by the tall magnolia trees. Magnolia is pink and purple, just like a beautiful flower fairy dancing, and its faint fragrance is refreshing. Peach blossom and white pear blossom attract swarms of bees to compete for honey with a tree powder; Yellow winter jasmine is like a horn, as if competing to tell people that spring is coming; Underground is a green meadow, and a sign impressively reads: "It's a pity to practice long grass". Can not help but make people feel pity and be impressed by the indomitable spirit of the grass.
Soon, under the organization of teachers Dong and Lin, the children's recitation of Wing Chun poems began. The children read and laughed carefully, not as serious as in class, but more comfortable. Children are jumping happily like caged birds, enjoying all that nature has to offer.
Looking at this beautiful scenery and listening to the children's voices from nature, I seem to be much younger. The harmony between people and scenery is so harmonious and wonderful. Like a natural sculpture.
Unconsciously, the recital was over and we were still immersed in it. Looking at the beautiful scenery of spring really makes people linger.
See you next spring, and we will come again!
Chapter four: This unusual diary of spring observation.
In spring, observe the familiar words in the diary. There are countless poems of ancient poets praising spring. At night, Meng Haoran shook his fan in the pavilion and said, "I woke up happily this spring morning, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken." Yes, I can always hear the drizzle of spring rain on spring nights. I always complain about why God always cries and when it will end.
However, I still understand that this is not only for the crops to thrive in summer, but also for the farmers' uncles to have a bumper harvest in autumn.
I don't know when I began to like spring, because it always gives me unexpected surprises. Because of the delicate hands of the spring breeze, there is a beautiful view of "jasper makeup trees are high and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down"; Because of the naughty spring rain, there is a haze of "the rain in the sky is as crisp as crisp, and the grass looks close, but there is no"; Because of the flowers and plants in spring, there is the profusion of "flowers are more and more colorful, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes"
However, the scenes I described are all in the past spring, and now spring seems to be aging a lot. No, it should be said that it has matured a lot. She won't cry as before and water the land with her tears. Her hands are so clumsy that she can't paint a beautiful picture of spring and decorate the earth as before; Her heart has hardened a lot, and she is no longer as selfless as before, bringing all kinds of beautiful voices to various places. Observation diary
People blame spring. Why have they become so selfish? Is it really an "18-year-old girl"? However, people have ever thought that spring is also blaming people, why people are so selfish, and why people hurt her' mother'-the earth again and again. She knows that the earth is also the mother of people!
I found that there was less rain in Mao Mao this spring, the breeze breathed slowly, and the songs of birds were not as good as before. Probably, they also blame others. This spring is no longer unusual. The reason! We need to find out why! It is not difficult to find that there are many high-rise buildings around, and everyone is trying to be a modern city. I don't blame them.
There are more and more factories in rural areas and cities. Exhaust gas rushes directly into the sky through chimneys and is allowed to play in the air. Sewage is directly discharged into rivers through waterways. There is no doubt that the water has turned black, and people's unconscious behavior always makes the surrounding streets see colorful garbage ... People naively regard rivers, sky and land as bottomless pits and discharge sewage, waste gas and garbage into them, thinking that this is the case.
In retrospect, we really did too many things that hurt Mother Earth. But these things are still going on, so Miss Chun should try her best to awaken people's conscience through various methods. Observation diary
I learned a lot in this unusual spring. It's time for human beings to wake up and try to make up for everything they have done wrong before! Let the spring rain water the earth happily, let the spring breeze touch our smiling faces and let the birds sing for us. ...
Later, spring was no longer unusual. ...
Chapter 5: I like to observe the diary in spring.
"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. " This is an ancient poem by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, describing spring. Some people like spring, and flowers are blooming everywhere, full of the breath of spring. Some people don't like spring, because it is humid and easy to get sleepy, which is not a big problem for us students!
But I like spring, like the drizzle outside, and watching a "flower sea" appear in front of you, you will inevitably be moved by such beautiful scenery! I also like the grass slowly sticking out of the ground, spreading out and decorating the earth with colorful colors. Colorful flowers are covered with branches. Give off a faint fragrance.
Spring girl has come, and the earth seems to be welcoming her! The flowers and grass stuck their heads out, and the willows hung silky wickers. Poplar trees high above. Elegant birch tree.
Pink peach blossoms, pale yellow winter jasmine, pale green orchids, white daffodils ... they make the earth colorful and prosperous.
How can a complete spring be without geese and swallows? Flocks of geese flew south, as if to say, "Spring, here we come." Lively little swallows shuttle back and forth. Their cheerful cries will come from time to time in the air. Beautiful butterflies flapped their wings and danced among the flowers. The industrious little bee is collecting honey diligently. They bring infinite vitality to spring.
Spring has come, and the beautiful spring has finally arrived. How can we not let human beings admire the wonders of nature? This beautiful spring is a masterpiece of nature!
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