Spring Stories (15 articles)
Spring Stories 1Spring is the season of struggle.
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Spring has come, and the plum tree in front of Grandma's door has sprouted new buds. When I come home and see the tree full of vibrant green, it always makes me burst with endless strength.
Spring study, always intense. Every day when I came home, after dinner, I began to fight with the homework until late at night, but fortunately most of the homework can be quickly answered, and occasionally encountered a little bit difficult topic, need a long struggle to be solved.
That day, on the weekend, just when I thought the homework was as simple as usual, I suddenly encountered a "roadblock", I spent a long time on that topic, and still do not have a clue. When I was upset, I saw the plum tree outside the window, the branches are full of white flowers, at this time it is raining heavily outside, she is struggling with the wind and rain.
Back to that question again, I suddenly gained the courage to solve it, then raised the pen to think about it, trying to find out a little clue, but I still failed again and again, the little bit of courage inside me, began to fade, and began to be annoyed again inside.
After a struggle, I finally found a little bit of clues, along the beginning of the next thought, everything seems to be very smooth, but I do not know where to lose their way. I became a little anxious and impatient. When I looked out the window again, I saw the plum tree as if I was in the same predicament, swaying violently in the wind and rain, the flowers are still hanging tenaciously in the tree, not blown off by the wind and rain, is fighting with the difficulties, in order to fight for their own, she has not given up, how can I retreat?
I was firm in my conviction and started the attempt once again, which did not go well at first, but the anxiety that followed did not reappear. I allowed myself to completely calm down and think. After a few attempts, it was as if I suddenly found a faint light in the mist, and I followed her forward, surprisingly finding my way out and eventually solving the puzzle. I turned my head to look out the window, the rain has stopped, the plum tree is still alive, she stood there, seems to have changed a lot, become more upright and tall. In this spring, I and that little tree are experiencing one struggle after another, in the struggle, one change after another, one harvest after another, one growth after another, we are all in the difficulty of writing the story of our struggle in the spring.
Spring story 2
Winter passed, spring came, swallows flew back from the south, chirping in the sky, as if to greet the arrival of spring.
Spring came, Sister Spring caressed the treetops, the willow was tender and green, and the long branches shook with the wind. Like a little girl's hair, the peach trees are as pink as a haze, and the pear trees are as white as clouds.
Sister Spring caresses the earth, the grass peeks out from the ground, and the wildflowers are colorful, attracting many bees and butterflies, which dance in the flowers.
Sister Spring touched the river, fish swim freely in the water, a group of ducks playing on the surface. Seeing this reminds me of a poem, the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the spring river.
Sister Spring touched people, the children took off their cotton coats and came to the grass. Quick look! Some of them are catching butterflies, some of them are picking small wildflowers to give to their mothers, and some of them are in the hair dryer. They are having a great time!
Spring is really beautiful!
Spring Story 3As winter passed and spring came, the swallows flew back from the south.
When the breeze blew, the spring girl caressed the treetops, the willow branches were like the big long braids of the little girl, the flowers of the peach tree bloomed, pink like the haze, and the flowers of the pear tree were white like the clouds.
Cinderella touched the earth, grass peeked out from the ground, colorful wildflowers attracted a lot of bees, bees "buzzing" in the bush honey.
The spring girl touched the river, the river ice melted, the river fish swimming in the water, but also from time to time jump out of the water, spraying a splash. Flocks of ducks in the water play and fight, this time reminds me of a poem: "Spring river water warm ducks know first."
The spring girl stroked the children's hair, the children took off their cotton clothes, came to the grass, some catch butterflies, some flying kites, and some picking wildflowers to send to their mothers, they played very happily.
Spring is so beautiful!
Spring Story 4When the spring breeze kindly brushed my cheeks, and the earth put on a new green coat, I suddenly realized: spring is here.
Spring is a season when everything revives, and trekking is a favorite activity. Of course, my beloved dog, DouDou, and I are no exception.
With the gentle spring breeze and the bright sunrise, I came to the foot of the mountain with DouDou, ready to climb the peak and experience the feeling of "a glimpse of the mountains". Walking, looking around: just out of the green buds of the trees, trying to grow up; early flowers are also competing to open, to meet this beautiful spring.
"Hey, naughty beans, run slowly!" Looking at the figure of the bean running unhappily, I shouted out excitedly. Looking at the flowers and grass floating with the wind swaying in the wind, the mood has become soothing, at this time I really want to sing a song: "Spring is warm and blossoming, this is my world ......"
However, just at this time, has been running in front of the "Mr. Bean″ was nowhere to be seen. The previous light in his heart turned dark along with the light of the landscape, and he hurriedly darted ahead. Sweat coalesced drop by drop from my forehead, and my back was wet enough to stick my clothes to my body, but in the end, he was nowhere to be seen. My eyes were a little moist.
Continuing to run forward, suddenly found a small stream thawed, the spring is gently flowing forward, there is an object in the stream in the play, fixed eyes, is Doudou! So my mood changed abruptly, just now the anxiety was swept away, and vigorously shouted: "DouDou!" I saw it heard my call, could not shake off the water droplets on the body, it pounced on me. Thus, the whole mountain forest once again echoed with our . The sound of laughter.
Spring, is a season of vitality, a season of poetry, but also a season full of stories and laughter. Grow up in this spring full of stories.
Spring Story 5In spring, the grass is green, the willows are sprouting, the flowers are fighting for their colorful opening, the hibernating animals are also awake, the swallows are flying back from the south, the world double restored to the vibrant weather. This is a good season to get close to nature. This is not, my father took me to Shuanghu Park to go trekking. A into the double lake park, a burst of flowers mixed with the smell of grass came to my nose. Open your eyes and look, ah! In a piece of turquoise grass Ping full of a variety of small flowers, really beautiful! To the lake, I looked down, ah! The lake is deep, but the amount of water in the lake has a lot of small fish, they swim happily in the lake. There are many trees around the lake that I don't know, some of them are just growing buds, some of them have grown three leaves, and some of them have borne some small fruits, which is very cute! If the Twin Lakes Park is compared to a large Jiang Li landscape painting, the painter's skill can be really remarkable. At noon, my father called me home, I with a reluctant mood from the painting came out.
Spring Story 6Spring - a group of flowers compete, a hundred flowers blossom season; a season of recovery of all things, trees spit green ...... Spring is a symbol of life and hope. In the spring, a green leaf will be refracted colorful sunshine, a flower will be full of the fragrance of sweet rain. Every tuft of grass is pouring out, pouring out a story of spring ......
This day is in April. The warm sunshine sprinkled on my shoulders. My mood is also as clear as this corner of the blue sky. "The long-awaited spring tour, can finally look forward to it!" I can't help but feel a burst of joy in my heart: the weather is beautiful! A few days ago, the weather forecast can make us worry for a long time ......
Unconsciously, with the bustling crowd, I came to an ancient building. "Huh? This is probably ......" "Oh? The Red Building ......" everyone chattered. The Red Mansion - a name that is both strange and familiar at the same time. But I have been infected by its strong classical atmosphere - light gray mud walls carved with the mottled years, the delicate and fine carvings between the windows ambling with the dust of time, the majestic appearance, vaguely reflecting a weather-beaten face ......
Step into the It turns out that the red building has a history of more than a hundred years from now, the end of the Qing Dynasty, the red building is the High Court of Zhejiang Province and Zhejiang Province, Hangzhou County District Court, is a symbol of the supreme law at that time. I gazed at this piece of yellowing photos, then the ancestors may not have imagined that the twenty-first century today, a grassy spring, a large group of young schoolchildren in their prime, revisiting those bits and pieces of precious history! Looking at the ancient green bricks and red tiles, savoring its ingenuity, I can not help but feel a lot of emotion: this fine grain, poured into how many predecessors of the heart and soul! The steps in front of the house, there is a little bit of a fine pattern; the ends of the roof, a pair of rounded eaves not only symmetrical and beautiful, but also able to make the rain flow down ...... house beams and pillars have absorbed the characteristics of foreign architectural styles, the use of the "triangular" Pai columns, simple and generous without losing the solemnity and majesty. The beams and pillars in the house have all absorbed the characteristics of foreign architectural styles and use the "triangular style" column method, which is simple and simple but not losing the solemnity and majesty. A corner of the house, the dark red window eaves, writing an infinite number of vicissitudes of life ......
I sit quietly at the West Lake, looking out over the shimmering lake, the heart can not be calm: the predecessors of the blood and wisdom condensed into one after another seemingly unbelievable myths! I am proud that I am Chinese!
Spring is a season of renewal, we should use our talent and diligence, to continue to write the most beautiful story of spring!
Spring story 7
Spring is here, the big trees grow new shoots, grass green, green, look! It is stretching towards the sun. Listen! Birds standing in the branches singing, as if want to wake up the winter sleep of the spring girl. The wind blew, exuding a charming fragrance of flowers. If you sniff carefully, you can also smell the earth's breath. The spring is so beautiful!
One day, mom brought the white rabbit to the park to play. The park is really busy! Some of them were playing games, some were flying kites, and some were dancing. When he came to the flower bed, he saw an especially beautiful butterfly and thought: Mother's Day is coming, I want to catch it and give it to my mom as a gift. The white rabbit approached the butterfly carefully, but it still startled the butterfly, and the butterfly flew away. The white rabbit chased after the butterfly, but the butterfly was like a naughty child, flying to the left and to the right at the same time. At last, the butterfly flew far away. The white rabbit was so tired and hungry that he fell asleep against a big tree.
As the sky darkened, the white rabbit woke up and found himself in a strange place, and was so scared that he cried out, crying and shouting, "Mommy, where are you? Mommy, where are you? I'll never run around again." At that moment, Grandpa Goat appeared, came to the side of the white rabbit and asked, "What's wrong with you, child? Crying so sadly." The white rabbit wiped his tears and said, "I am lost and can't find my mother." Grandpa Goat comforted, "Child, I am here, don't be afraid. Where does your family live?" "I live in Hengfu New Town." After that, grandpa goat took the little white rabbit home.
After returning home, the white rabbit expressed his gratitude to Grandpa Goat, and took the initiative to admit his mistake to his mother, who said, "If you know your mistakes, you can change them, you are a good boy."
Spring Story 8Unconsciously, spring has come to earth, where is spring? Today, I will look for the footprints of spring in the village.
The willows beside the river put on new clothes and changed from the brown color of winter to a soft green. The soft green color came out from the branches, like a leaping note dancing on the pentatonic score, and from a distance, it looked as if a young girl was looking at the mirror by the river, while a head of silky hair fluttered in the air.
The river also seems to be clearer, reflecting the surrounding scenery, as if a beautiful picture. The algae in the water also awoke and rendered the river even greener.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up - the grass seemed brand new. Yesterday, it was a yellowish color, but now it has turned into a delicate new green. Gently peel back some grass, you will find scattered with scattered white and blue, so that the grass does not seem monotonous, as if a fresh and beautiful blanket, spread here. There are also some butterflies dancing on the grass, just like a small fairy dancing in the air, they are probably also attracted by the scenery here. I can't help but smile.
Continuing to walk elsewhere, a pine tree appeared in front of me. I looked up and gazed at the "nurse". He also seems to be very happy with the arrival of spring, he has taken off the heavy winter coat, put on a light spring coat, from the old dark green into a crisp green, which should be the way the pine tree to welcome the arrival of spring.
A few drops of rain drifted down from the sky, and in a short while it pattered down, the spring rain is like a fine silk, like a cow's hair, and like a silver needle, the spring rain brought the breath of spring. Every time I breathe, I can smell the fragrance of the soil and the faint scent of flowers. Walking in the rain, I clearly feel the taste of spring, she is like a painter, rendering nature into colorful, she quietly came to us, bringing us warmth, youth and hope.
Ah! Spring, I love you!
Spring Story 9Spring, the most wonderful season of the year: everything is revived, the grass grows and flies, and everywhere is full of life. And I also have a beautiful harvest in the spring - I learned to persevere.
Although it is still spring and summer has not yet arrived, the weather is so hot that people want to take off their jackets and put on short sleeves. In such a time of year, our class held a long-distance running quiz. "Boys will run one thousand meters in five minutes and girls will run eight hundred meters in four minutes and twenty seconds, everyone get ready!" As Mr. Lei, the physical education teacher, announced, everyone wailed, what could possibly be done? Run! The girls reluctantly stood on the track, waiting for Mr. Lei's "order". "Three, two, one, run!" Don't look at everyone reluctant, but this order, the girls are like a bow of the string, save enough energy, forward, I am also in the ranks.
I ran forward with a big stride, and I only wanted to be first. When I ran and found that no one in front of me, look back, everyone was left behind me, I can not help but steal the joy: "Today, everyone is not fast ah." But the joy didn't last long, it was replaced by exhaustion. Because I only want to get first in the first lap, did not grasp the speed, to the second lap, I began to physical exhaustion, gradually slowed down. The student behind me saw the opportunity and easily overtook me as soon as he accelerated. How could I give up when I was overtaken? Also hurriedly ran forward, but that person is not willing to show weakness, as if how to run is not tired like constantly over me.
The hot sun was in my face, and the strenuous exercise made my physical strength seriously weak. Both arms are sore because of the large swing, and the feet are like lead, how can not lift up. Watching my classmates pass me one by one, I gradually had the idea of giving up, as if there were two little people in my head, one saying, "Give up, you're running down, that's it, don't run." And the other said, "Run, run, run, believe in yourself!" In a split second, I made a decision: keep running! I readjusted my breathing, hardened my heart, and ran the third lap. The moment I ran to the finish line, my whole body had an unprecedented relief. It was tiring, but I made it! I persevered!
Later, my friend and I sat on the playground chatting, she said: "At that time to see you were overtaken by the people behind you, full of red face, forehead is full of sweat, and thought that you were going to give up, but I did not think that you insisted on it, not bad ah!" I heard and smiled and said, "Yes, I stuck it out."
In this wonderful season, I harvested persistence.
Spring Story 10March is supposed to be a day of birdsong and blossoming flowers. But instead of what we thought, it was snowy, icy, and the flowers withered. Because now the spring girl has not yet arrived, the earth is still managed by the winter mother-in-law.
All the plants endured the heavy snow cover, and the plants were so crushed that they could not breathe. At this time, a small shoot said, "Alas, why hasn't Sister Spring come yet, I am almost crushed to death by the snow."
Granny Winter interjected, "Yes, Miss Spring, why are you late! At my age, I should have retired long ago ......"
Hearing Granny Winter's words, all the plants said in unison, "Come on, Miss Spring! Everyone is waiting for you!"
A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Cinderella is still not here, and most of the plants have lost their lives and left this world.
Near the end of the summer, Cinderella finally arrived late, but also full of wounds. At this time, the only surviving plants have poked their heads out, asking what happened to Miss Spring, why come so late?
"It's the humans, they built a factory that emitted thick, pungent black smoke, which trapped me inside. I struggled to no avail, and then fortunately I met Brother Wind, and with his help I was able to get out of the trap, and suffered a lot!" The spring girl said tiredly.
"So it's human beings! Their reckless tossing and turning for the sake of development caused the festivals to change, and they will eventually be punished by nature!" The old pine tree trembled.
Spring Story 11Nearer, nearer, I listened to the footsteps of spring. The swallows murmured, the geese swept across the blue sky, and the gurgling water brought a message of spring. I don't know where to slip a touch of new green, and then, as if early appointment, the trees bloomed new buds, green grass green hillside, everywhere is tantalizing green.
Really - spring is here.
A sunny day, I strolled alone in the street, do not feel a little thirsty, then stride towards the cold drink store. Just walked into the door, I hesitated, everything in front of me reminds me of ------
Last year, the same spring and March, also the same cold drink store, encountered is to make people sour things.
That day, I hurried into this cold drink store, asked for an ice cream, turned to the table to sit down, accidentally bumped into the arms of a grown-up, ice cream got that person all over. I was dumbfounded: "Right not--" words just exported, the leg violently felt a burst of pain ------ my eyes are a little blurred, I do not want to say anything, just focus on rushing out of the door.
Turning a year later today, I actually ghostly came here again, in order not to get into trouble, I ate ice cream in a big mouth, the heart just want to get out of here,
But the more anxious the more out of trouble. When I finished eating, I threw the empty carton away, and it was thrown right into a man's pants.
I closed my eyes and just waited for a few kicks, my mind left blank.
"Y-Yeah... I'm sorry!" I chirped in my throat, a voice I couldn't even hear myself because of the fear.
The man looked at me - but I just didn't think his eyes were as fierce and scary as they used to be.
All I could hear was a sardonic remark: "Nothing, the pants were already dirty anyway, I should have washed them but I was too lazy to do so, now, thanks for forcing me to wash them! Don't be afraid, hahaha -------"
Is it possible that I heard it wrong, it doesn't sound like a dream!
Yes, it's not a dream!
I put down the "stone" in my heart and smiled happily.
I feel that this year's spring is particularly beautiful, because this year's spring let me really find.
Spring story 12
Talking about the north of the old street of the bullet stone a red lantern, talk about the yard of a small snowman and plum blossom smile in the snow, talk about the north of the mangrove forests and snow foxes, talk about the north of the horse, talk about the north of the kangang, talk about the north of the red sorghum wine, talk about the courtyard flung gyroscope cocked horns of the sheep in her! Talk about this time in the glacial lake Huangshi migration and drift ice floated to what place!
The night is deep, under the lights of a sheet of paper, a leaf in the heart of the lake paper boat, put ripples! A night of rain, slippery raindrops on the glass, and then with the crisp green bamboo curtain window conversation, eaves chirping swallow, a night to the morning color in the murmur! What are talking about?
Early in the morning, the sky cleared, bright sun rising, push open the curtain window, so early, a wing of colorful butterflies have been in the southern flower garden, oh! Already talking to the hundreds of flowers, is the story of spring! Gazing at the rows and rows of geese, geese singing in unison, and what are they talking about - still talking about the north?
The story of spring 13
In the spring, everything is revived.
The river was liberated from the freeze, as if it had been frozen for too long, and as soon as it thawed, it sang joyfully. Beat a few drums, sing a few songs, blow two whistles, and run downstream happily. The wind also blew over, softly, gently, the wind as if some of the water flavor, the breath of spring sent to our arms.
People are busy, the door of the vendors yelling, rushed to work the horn of the car, bicycle bells sound, dolls show red face giggling, a thriving scene.
The willow tree by the river bent down, looking toward the bottom of the clear lake, as if looking through the autumn water, the two sides of the verdant, tender grass, gently wind, accompanied by tinkling sound of running water. Birds fluttering on the river, occasionally one or two dragonflies flew by, and occasionally there are ducks swimming leisurely on the river. The fish in the river rejoice, spit two bubbles, splash a point or two of water beads, breaking the tranquility of the water surface, ripples, look at the people's heart also stretch, do a deep breath, stretch stretch, feel the spring full of vitality.
The world of spring is decorated with exceptionally beautiful, is the efforts of the grass, it drilled out of the soil with vigor; is the tender buds of the defiance, it let the winter sleeping tree re-awakened; is the wind's call, the birds running, over and over again to tell people that the spring is coming, the spring is coming ......
Look. Head on came a group of teenagers, neck bright red red scarf reflected their little face, they face the spring wind, singing, jumping, walking in the sunshine on the avenue, to meet the bright future.
Spring Story 14After a few years, it was spring again. I stepped into the neighborhood again, a short building covered with creepers, a tall and lush trees seem to be no different from the last time I saw them.
Early in the morning, the neighborhood is filled with morning fog, camphor bushes came a few crisp birdsong, a spring, the weather of renewal. I came to the black tile and white walls of the building, my thoughts can not help but be pulled back a few years ago in the spring.
"Mr. Lu good." I stepped into the door of the room, smelled not the usual smell of home fumes, but the refreshing smell of ink. Entering the study, I found that the furnishings here were very old, but the mahogany furniture in the room was spotless and polished as new. Beside the wall stood a mahogany bookcase, filled with a variety of out-of-print calligraphy books, all with rice paper or vellum wrapped in a well-organized book cover, the title of the book is written on the cover with a clear line. The sunlight through the glass window sprinkled on a pile of rice paper by the table, the paper has a rough pattern, interspersed with reddish-red flower petals and dark green bamboo leaves, absolutely beautiful.
"Let's start the lesson." Mr. Lu's words were succinct, a mouthful of authentic Shanghainese. Two hours later, class was over. He gave me the homework assignment of tracing the Chinese character "中".
When I got home, I started practicing. The beige tracing paper at hand became less and less, and the ink in the small porcelain bowl fell a little on the graduated line on the side of the bowl. Outside the window gusts of laughter and beating rain attracted me like a magnet, my patience disappeared little by little, and my handwriting became crooked and heavy.
"If I write like this, the teacher will not be satisfied, what should I do? I excitedly lifted my pen and scribbled the outline of the character "中". In less than an hour, I finished all my tracing assignments and filled them up. It was Saturday again, and I was anxious to give my assignments to Mr. Lu. After he received the homework, the first not as if traces of frowning, eyes in the dissatisfaction is obvious. I gradually seeped out of cold sweat, hand clenched tightly in the agricultural corner, look at him vainly, wanting to speak again and again.
Classes, Mr. Lu deliberately let me stay. He didn't blame me, but instructed me again on the structure of the character "中". He said, "Your character is very full, but if you are too full, you will lose. The character "中" is flat and straight, with a strong and powerful iteration, sinking and falling. And we should be upright as human beings and do things with integrity. Well, you go home and continue to practice, "I suddenly feel ashamed, the table that building angle clear in the", bid by me to write a soft lying other, very slippery ...... How can I use this speculative way to practice the word? I y lowered my head.
Spring story 15Spring girl is like a curious and naughty child; one day, it sneaked out of the house, it saw a dry flower, it gently touched the hand, dry flower quietly grew a small bud; it went forward, saw a piece of wind and snow scraped down the lawn, it gently touched the hand, it turned into a piece of green grass; it went forward ah walk ah, saw a piece of wind and snow scraped down the lawn, it gently touched the hand, became a green grass; it went forward ah walk ah, saw a piece of wind and snow scraped down the lawn, it gently touched the hand, became a green grass; it went forward ah walk ah!
See the castle on the top of a withered God flower, but no one knows, the spring girl gently smell, withered God flower into a beautiful and extraordinary God flower. At this time, the spring girl tired, want to go home, suddenly an angel appeared in front of it, the angel is very grateful to it, because it turned the snowy winter into a colorful, blossoming flowers, sunny spring. The angel took him to heaven and made him the guardian of spring. The spring girl was very happy to go to heaven with the angel.