Spring, spring
"Jasper is made into a tree high, ten thousand stripes hang down green silk tapestries," "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere." ...... The ancients' love of spring is evident in this beautiful poem after poem. My favorite season is also the spring of the recovery of all things.
Every spring, the red as fire kapok, pink as Xia's peony flowers, white as jade moonflower competing open. Some of them are full of buds, some are budding, and some are in full bloom. A refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted a lot of bees, buzzing song and dance.
I love spring, like the fish can not leave the gurgling river. I love spring, like a newborn baby is fond of the warmth of the mother's embrace. I think every moment, spring you can stay a little longer? Even if it's just for a moment!
Spring also happens to have a relationship with me, I was born in the spring, born in this season of blossoming flowers, is the best thing in my life. Whenever the flowers bloom and the ice melts mom and dad are singing my birthday song, and the gentle breeze brushes my cheeks as if they are also congratulating me.
In winter, whenever the sunset and the moon meet. I would give vent to my thoughts of spring. In my heart, I also thought, when will you come in the spring. Finally spring has arrived, I can not wait to that just issued tender buds on the grass, gently walking, gently caressing, for fear of disturbing that has not yet awakened the grass. I used my nose to sniff, smelled the pollen flavor of the spring girl, look at a look to see that thriving seedlings. Spring is finally here, do you know how long I have been looking forward to you? The whole 275 days. Every day I spend as many days as years, do you know spring?
The spring has gone, I do not know when, my face is still hanging in the dry tears. In the past, the court in front of the delicate and enchanting flowers have long been silently withered, fell into the soil, only a vague residual aroma. My once favorite flower also thankful, just like my dream-like fleeting happiness. And that bubble-like phantom has deepened my loneliness.
2. Spring Essay 10,000 wordsGradually warm air, breaking the ice of running water, gradually green willow branches, bud buds, these messengers of spring, dispersed the cold winds, sent a warm breath! By the wind surrounded by the spring, sunshine and warm, all things vibrant, spring rain moisturizing, orchids and crocodile fragrance.
"The red apricot branches of spring", the nature of the elves are not lonely, the silent rich spring manifestation of the sound like a sound like a roar.
March rain such as silk like fog, vaguely only hazy feeling, sheer and like the world of tenderness, shrouded in the surroundings, like a dreamlike fantasy, strolling in the rain, feel the "drizzle delicate wind fine," the beauty and romance. Listening to the sound of water underfoot, touching the smooth rain, there is a rare cozy and leisurely.
Spring in March is the season of nurturing, everything is in the bud stage. Willow gently shake, the tip of the tip of the water, ripples.
"Green poplar smoke outside the dawn cold light", willow pile of smoke, diffuse eye is the boundless green, feel the refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that in late spring, accompanied by flying willow, and is another moving beauty! Spring is also, floating willow ten thousand tapestries green as the sea.
Spring, the grass is long and warbling, silk tapestry whisking embankment, everywhere overflowing with warmth, playing a harmonious melody, interpretation of the moving picture! Spring has come, March of things both silent and audible sign, in the sound of the oriole, in the bud of the spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain, in the fluttering willow, everywhere in the call of spring! Wandering in the warm winds of March, small gardens Xu step, happy and comfortable, spring has come since. The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are tender green, spring flowers are delicate yellow ...... No wonder poets love to sing about spring, painters love to depict the spring, because the spring is the world's fusion of all the beauty of all the colors of the General Assembly.
I wonder why this colorful colors will coincidentally choose spring to the earth.
3. Spring Essay 10,000 wordsGradually warm air, breaking ice running water, gradually green willow branches, bud buds, these messengers of spring, dispersed the cold wind, sent a warm breath! Surrounded by the wind of spring, sunshine and warmth, all things vigorous, spring rain moisturizing, orchids and crocodile fragrance. "The red apricot branches of spring", nature's elves are not willing to be lonely, the silent expression of the richness of spring like a sound like a roar.
March rain such as silk like fog, vaguely only hazy feeling, sheer and like the world of tenderness, shrouded in the surroundings, like a dreamlike fantasy, strolling in the rain, feel the "drizzle delicate wind fine," the beauty and romance. Listening to the sound of water underfoot, touching the smooth rain, there is a rare cozy and leisurely.
Spring in March is the season of nurturing, everything is in the bud stage. Willow gently shaking, the tip of the tip of the water, rippling ripples. "Green poplar smoke outside the dawn cold light", willow heaps of smoke, diffuse eye is the boundless green, feel the refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that in the late spring, along with the flying willow flakes, is another moving beauty!
Spring is also, willow ten thousand tapestries green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestry whisking embankment, everywhere overflowing with warmth, playing a harmonious melody, interpretation of the moving picture! Spring has come, March of things both silent and audible sign, in the song of the oriole, in the bud of the spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain, in the fluttering of the willow, everywhere in the call of spring! Wandering in the warm winds of March, small gardens, walk slowly and happily, spring has come since.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are tender green, spring flowers are delicate yellow ...... No wonder poets love to sing about spring, painters love to depict the spring, because the spring is the world's fusion of all the beauty of all the colors of the General Assembly. I wonder why this colorful colors will coincidentally choose spring to come to the earth
4. What else 10000 words about spring essaySpring This is the second spring that I ushered in one and one.
This spring, rainy. This spring, it's cold.
This spring, long. When the spring breeze brushed my face, there was a feeling of wanting to sob.
When the spring rain drenched my eyes, there was a feeling of wanting to shed tears. When time slowly turned into spring flowed through the fingertips, I wondered, this spring, what have I done? Green spring and summer sad fall and endure winter.
But this time the world has fallen out of a spring without green ...... world is like a door full of holes, inadvertently, time will slip away from the door of every hole every gap, do not give you the slightest chance to live it. The same is true for life.
People's lives can have dozens of spring? And I wasted the only one fourteen-year-old spring. Fourteen-year-old opening statement, is grief, is regret, is unwilling, is more determined! To catch the tail end of this spring and squeeze it tightly in my hand and not let go.
This is the countdown to the midterm exams. Walking on the campus of the lake, the willow tree Qiqi smile bent waist, lime green hair let the wind blow.
Are they laughing at me? It should be that I am just laughing at myself ...... Zhu Ziqing once wrote such a "spring": looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind came, spring footsteps close. Everything is like just waking up, gladly opened his eyes.
The mountains are moist, the water is up, the sun's face is red. The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green.
The garden, the field, look to go a large area full of a large area. Sitting, lying, playing two rolls, kicking a few feet ball, race a few times running, catch a few times hide and seek.
The wind is gentle, the grass is soft. The peach tree, apricot tree, pear tree, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch a trip.
The red is like fire, the pink is like the sun, and the white is like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor; closed eyes, the village seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears.
Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes fluttered about. The wildflowers were all over the place: 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 of the smell of the newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as a variety of flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.
Birds will nest in the flowers and young leaves in the middle, happy, call friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, with the light wind and running water and echo. The short flute of the cowherd boy on the back of the cow, this time also all day loud and clear sound.
Rain is the most common, one is three or two days. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.
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 are green and shiny.
The grass is also so green that it forces your eyes.
In the evening, the lights are on, a little bit of yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night.
In the countryside, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas on the paths and stone bridges; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their houses, sparse, silent in the rain.
The kites in the sky are gradually more and more, and there are more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, the families, the old and the small, also rush as if, one by one, all come out.
Shuffling the bones, shaking the spirit, each doing their own a thing to go. "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 just landed on the ground, from head to toe are new, it grows. Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant, smiling, walking.
Spring is like the robust youth, with iron arms and waist and feet, who leads us on. Indeed, a year's plan is in the spring, spring is a new beginning, a new starting point, a new direction of efforts.
This spring has passed half, the other half ...... I will grasp. China since ancient times there are countless poets praise spring, famous, nameless.
A first entwined in our minds to leave a piece of fragrance. Zhang Ruoxu once wrote a poem "Moonlit Night on the Spring River", the title of the poem is mesmerizing.
Spring, river, flowers, moon, night, these five things focus on the most moving life of the beauty of the good time, constituting a tantalizing exploration of the marvelous realm of art. The spring river tide is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea *** tide.
Rippling with the waves of ten million miles, where the spring river without the moon? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests, all like shrapnel. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The sky and the river are all in one color, and the moon in the sky is bright and lonely. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
I don't know where the river and the moon are going, but I see the Yangtze River flowing. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Who's in the boat tonight? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
At this time, we do not hear each other, I would like to chase the moonflower flow to shine on you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, and I pity the poor spring half not to return home. The river water flow spring to go to the end, the river pool falling moon again west slanting.
The slanting moon is sinking and hiding the sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road. I don't know how many people will return by the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The poet began to tackle the subject, the opening will be on the subject of hair, sketching out a picture of the magnificent moonlit night of the Spring River: the river tide even the sea, the moon *** tidal life. Here the "sea" is imaginary.
The river tide is vast, as if and the sea together, magnificent. At this time, a round of bright moon with the tide of birth, the scene is spectacular.
The word "raw" gives the moon and the tide a lively life. The moonlight shines millions of miles away, which one of the spring river is not in the bright moon shine!
The poet can be described as a master of painting, gently waving a stroke, it is dyed in the moonlit night of the spring river in the strange "flowers". At the same time, but also skillfully contribute to the theme of "Spring River and Moonlit Night".
The poet's observation of the moonlight is extremely subtle: the moonlight cleanses the world of color, dipping the world into a dream-like silver color. Therefore, "the frost does not feel fly", "white sand can not be seen", only bright and clear moonlight exists.
Delicate strokes, creating a fabulous realm, so that the moonlit night of the Spring River seems particularly beautiful and quiet. In these eight lines, from big to small, from far to near, the ink gradually coalesces on a lonely moon.
The famous poet Li Bai also wrote three lines of spring thoughts: Yan grass such as blue silk, Qin mulberry low green branches. When the king's return, it is the concubine's time to break her heart.
The spring breeze does not know each other, what is the matter into the apartment? Li Bai has many poems describing the psychology of a thinking woman, the.
5. Spring Rain Essay 10000 wordsSpring Rain
A few dashing spring rains, the mountains are green, the water is green, the bubbling flow of a stream under the mountain, more and more turbulent and beautiful.
Sheepish spring rain to the earth dyed green, soft spring breeze to the river iron warm.
Look, it's raining again. Rain like silk, light and fine, can not hear the pattering sound, but also do not feel the fish pouring drenching. Only feel as if this is a kind of wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth and hearts. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the wheat seedlings grow greener and the cauliflowers bloom more golden. In a crisscrossing field ditch, spring water murmured. Young trees, willow trees in the spring rain stretching branches and leaves, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
Spring Rain
A few showers of drizzle have just fallen. This spring rain, like a messenger sent by Miss Spring, brings spring, in the New Year, to the earth.
The spring rain fell on the wheat field, the green wheat seedlings after a winter of recuperation, they rubbed open the sleep of the sleep of the sleep, revealing the green little head. Wheat seedlings in the breeze, fine rain, stretching their short body, enjoying the first gift from Miss Spring - spring rain.
Spring rain fell on the pond, the pond ice has melted, the fish in the pond free to flip their bodies, they have swum to the surface, jumping, enjoying the spring rain bath. Frogs inside the pond, after a winter, jumping from the water jumped up to the shore, so that the spring rain on their bodies. They jumped into the water from the shore for a while, and then jumped from the water to the shore. From time to time, they also screamed happily: "Gu'er croak, Gu'er croak". Spring rain adds a lot of life to the pond.
Spring rain fell in the woods. After a winter in the woods swirling with yellow soil, the trees are bare. After a spring, it seems like a coloring agent. The trees seemed to take off their winter clothes and put on the spring clothes that Miss Spring had made for them. Spring rain adds a little "green" to the woods.
The rain fell on the lawn. The grass after a baptism of spring rain, from yellow to green. Green fresh, green and lovely, seemingly vibrant. Willow, also unfolded millions of willows with young yellow leaves, fluttering in the wind. Spring rain for the grass, for the willow tree brought unlimited vitality.
Ah! Spring rain, you are the messenger sent by Miss Spring, for our earth to bring infinite vitality! Spring rain you are the prelude to the hymn of spring, for the earth to dedicate their full strength.
Spring Rain! I love you
6. spring rainy night essay one hundred wordsSent away from the chilling winter, ushered in a refreshing spring.
As soon as winter is gone, Cinderella comes down to earth and walks into us step by step. Whenever the arrival of the spring girl lost time, small trees sprouting long leaves, the sky becomes more blue, white clouds like a water washed and dried white silk yarn as misty in the blue shiny sky, grass was blown awake by the spring wind, quietly poked out the small head, stretching, looking curiously in front of the eyes of this new world; the trees have become more green, green, called the heart of people, as if in the welcome to the arrival of the spring girl `````` is not only trees! To welcome the arrival of Cinderella, and the weather, and animals, every spring, there is always such a period of time, the weather has become warmer than one day, everything is also day by day show vitality.
As if to say goodbye to winter, even the air has become particularly refreshing. Sleeping a long winter of animals are gradually awakened, lazy rubbing eyes, you push me to block the squeeze out to meet the spring girl.
The pattering of the spring rain, gently moisturizing the earth how charming ah this continuous rain seems to be more elegant than snowflakes, more delicate than the frost, more durable than the fog! I really understand the meaning of "Silent with the wind" Now, spring has come. A flower bud is budding in the green leaves, which is the magical power of nature, indicating a new world.
In this one, beauty is like a fairy tale! Beautiful as a fairyland! Everything is thriving in the new world.
7. Spring Rain EssaySpring rain is like a key. She opens the spring dudes while we are not paying attention.
Spring rain, there is a box of colorful paints, look! She gave the green to the grass, green grass like a carpet. Weaving ah weaving ah, weaving into the breath of spring. She gave the pink to the peach blossom, pink peach blossom like a smile. Smile, smile, smile to the warmth of spring. White is for the pear, look! A pear flower is like a sea of white! Wildflowers get more colors! Yellow, blue, purple, gold ...... really like a beautiful flower bed!
In the spring rain there are fascinating views: green mountains, happy birds ...... These views often hooked children's feet.
Spring rain, blowing a green trumpet: drip drip drip. Frogs heard, jumped out of their holes, ending hibernation. The pines and cypresses heard it, and took off the thick clothes ......
The spring rain brings nature a vibrant song, and brings us a cheerful song!
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8. to write a composition in the spring drizzleMy ears but hides such a melodious sound, that is, the spring rustle drizzle sound, my heart printed a beautiful painting, that is, the golden spring flowers covered with drizzle, in the rain after the sun's illumination of the crystalline, sparkling.
Spring drizzle, gentle and charming. If you reach out to catch the drizzle, drop by drop in the palm of your hand, but there is no trace of coolness, it will be gently affixed to the side of the cheek, but also feel some warmth of the drizzle, hold your breath, take a deep breath, but also sniff out the breath of spring. Small raindrops sprinkled on the body of the park visitors, wet their clothes, but they are oblivious, still walking in the rain.
Spring drizzle, clean and beautiful. Little raindrops on the eaves of the green brick and red tile, the eaves of the brush brightly colored; little raindrops scattered on the glass windows, dripping sound like a melodious music, but also rub the windows through the bright and shiny; little raindrops fell on the roadside pond, the water surface splashed with a circle of ripples, one after another, continuous, fascinating people.
9. Spring Drizzle Essay 100 WordsSpring Drizzle
Spring is colorful. People love it and praise it, but I love the spring rain that brings life and hope to spring.
With a "rumble" of spring thunder, I woke up from my sleep, and I got up from my bed. I looked out through the window, only to see the spring rain pattering down, like a broken line of pearls, really beautiful! At this time I can not help but think of a poem "spring rain is as expensive as oil." I quickly out of the door. Ah! A burst of earthy aroma of the nose, the earth was washed clean by the spring rain, looking at the road, my heart was born a kind of joy.
I went to the avenue along the speakers with a joyful mood, the avenue of willows are covered with a green veil, willow branches on the emergence of a piece of the new shoots, the new shoots on the flash of a string of crystal bright beads of water, a gust of wind blowing, the rain drops in my head, as if to say to me: "Spring is here, we are sucking the manna of the spring, and enjoy combing the combing of our long hair! ." There are occasionally a few birds on the branches of the trees, singing a beautiful song, as if singing: "Spring rain sister, gave me vitality ."
I walked along the avenue, unknowingly came to the municipal square, ah! The world of flowers. Voila! There are red roses, white lilies, yellow chrysanthemums. They compete to open, compete for flowers, are showing a bright smile. They do not let me, I do not let you, as if to compete for the "king of flowers" throne. A gust of wind blew, the petals of the small water droplets rolled around happily, dancing joyfully, expressed gratitude to the spring rain. The grass in the lawn is also not willing to show weakness, but also in the full suck spring dew, happy growth, as far as the eye can see, the lawn like a bed of green quilt cover.
Through the municipal square, I came to the river, the river is clear, clattering flow, as if in the spring rain, said: "It is the spring rain to become clearer, greener.
Ah! The spring is how beautiful ah! It is the spring rain to bring the splendor of spring, it is really "good rain to know the season, when the spring is happening." I love the beautiful spring, but even more love to the spring rain to bring vitality to the spring!