800 words of lyrical composition by scenery in spring

The white early cherry blossoms are full of trees, the yellow winter jasmine has hung small golden bells on the branches, the red roses have blossomed into indescribable brocade, and even the late Japanese cherry blossoms are full of flowers, like pink hydrangeas hanging on the branches, lined with the newly sprouted turquoise, which is indeed a rare beauty on earth. My sister is in the first grade of primary school. She always likes to sit next to me and sing her favorite song, Where is Spring? Where is spring? Spring is in that child's eyes …' Whenever I hear her sing this song, I always listen carefully. The song is very nice, but I can always find something from my sister's clear eyes, which are not in my eyes. What is this? An accidental experience made me understand what this is. It was last spring, and I was roaming by bike, hoping to find spring. There seems to be something stirring in my heart, and a long-lost sense of familiarity erupts. I think of the past. That day was a spring day in the third grade of my primary school. Like now, I am riding a bicycle leisurely, breaking off the branches of the winter jasmine and putting them on my head. The smile on my face is sweeter than the little golden flower. I got off in shallow water, touched the fry in the water and caught the tadpole. In my memory, the sun in spring is so quiet, there is no harsh winter, no bleak autumn, and no coolness in summer. Spring brings flowers, bees and butterflies dance, and warm beauty melts in a pure heart like water. Is this memory a dream? Or do you dream of childhood spring like a dream? I can't figure it out, and I can't learn it, so I have to continue on the road of seeking spring. The spring breeze is still so gentle, and the days of spring have not changed. I hummed a little song and walked past a beautiful place. The scene that I once dreamed of really appeared in reality. I don't know if it is because of the influence of snow and ice. It seems that spring has not appeared in front of my eyes, and the vernal equinox has already passed on the calendar. According to past experience, it should be when the spring is strong, but why didn't I feel it? "Spring hasn't arrived yet? Impossible? "I muttered, but my eyes looked around, looking for traces of spring flowers. Trees are sprouting everywhere, which seems to mean that spring has arrived. Is spring really here? I want the budding flowers to admit that my conclusion is correct. I was dumbfounded when I arrived at the newly-built square. The white early cherry blossoms are full of trees, the yellow winter jasmine has hung small golden bells on the branches, the red roses have blossomed into indescribable brocade, and even the late Japanese cherry blossoms are full of flowers, like pink hydrangeas hanging on the branches, lined with the newly sprouted turquoise, which is indeed a rare beauty on earth. Has spring come and I haven't noticed it? I remember it very clearly; When I was in primary school, I always found spring early. I will find that the grass around me begins to sprout and the flowers begin to bloom. I know when the swallows will come and fly away. But now, I have become ignorant, and I don't even know when the most desirable spring will come. What wears away my observation? Is it time that changes people? When I got home from my sister, I understood everything. My sister told me happily: "Sister, the little wild flowers on the balcony are blooming, the little swallows are back, and the grass is growing." How beautiful! "I heard that, my nose turned sour, and I cried sadly. Sister said anxiously, "Sister, don't cry. Let me song for you: Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of that kind of child. "Look at the red flowers, look at the green grass, and ..." Listening to this immature voice, I seem to see those eyes that are as clear as a pool of water, but they have melted into something. Those things are childlike innocence! Because of childlike innocence, my sister and I can find every beauty and spring around us at the earliest time. My childlike innocence slowly disappeared into the mountains of textbooks and books on the table. I no longer pay attention to what has changed around me. Just because the brain is busy with learning problems, it no longer laments the beauty of life. In the hilarity with my classmates and laughter with my teacher, my childlike innocence germinated again, but I was forced down by the ideal of life. When I was a child, I lay on the grass under the blue sky, looking forward to growing up. But when I really grew up, I found that I could never go back. My childlike innocence is gone forever. When we grow up, we will never find that childlike innocence in spring. We always ask: where is spring? But I didn't know that I was in the prime of spring. My childhood in my memory called me again and again, but I could only smile at him and say, "I can't go back." Yes.-We'll never go back. The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the pace of spring is getting closer and closer. I really want to go out for a walk on such a day. Say to your daughter, "Let's go, mom will take you to find spring." "Ok, take your camera." The daughter responded happily. Holding a camera, my daughter and I walked on the wide concrete road in Binjiang Garden. The warm sunshine shines on us, making me squint at the distance. In the distance, a red flower is in full bloom. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be plum blossom. Plum blossoms are blooming freely and beautifully on the branches, which seems to tell people its charm and beauty. My daughter and I stood happily under the flower tree, posed in turn, and enjoyed the charm and joy of spring with plum blossoms. On the other side of the river, there is a vast green, that is, the grass conveys the information of spring for us. The breeze blows, the river ripples, the sun shines, and the ups and downs of the river reflect the sun. By the river, the washerwoman chatted while washing clothes. In my opinion, at this time, they are enjoying the spring bath, not washing clothes. "Mom, look, the water is one after another. I have never seen it. " Looking in the direction of her daughter's finger, it turns out that her daughter is talking about ripples on the water. "Oh, this is called ripple. If there are ripples, it means there is wind. " "Oh, all I saw before was peace," explained my daughter. Yes, it suddenly occurred to me that in spring, if there is no gentle embellishment of spring breeze, is there something missing? I casually said, "It's good to have a clear water ..." Before I finished reading the sentence, my daughter took it and recited it with me. The roadside plants show people clumps of green and reveal the information of spring without scruple. These greens are deep or shallow, thick or light, but no matter how green, people always feel the tension of life. In the sky, a kite flew. In the square, there are some hilarious people. Adults are running in the wind, trying to send their kites into the sky bit by bit, while children are laughing and cheering ... Kites are childhood dreams. In the warm weather in spring, parents fly kites and fly their hopes. Some old people, one or two or three, sit together and don't talk to each other. Their faces are really enjoying themselves. Are they enjoying the warmth brought by flowers and green leaves? Still enjoying the warmth brought by bright spring? Or neither? Stop with my daughter, lean against the railing, look into the distance, and think of the song "Where is Spring" that I used to sing when I was a child. Yes, as described in the song, spring is around us, right in front of our eyes. You see, a brand-new and fluffy spring is coming to us. Miss Chun came to us with light steps. Where would she hide? Let's go out and find her! Where is spring? Spring is in our eyes. You see, the peach blossoms on the shore are blossoming, white as snow and pink as chardonnay, as if they were a sea of peach blossoms. Magnolia as white as jade is blooming, and countless flowers on the branches are like groups of slim girls, wearing white dresses and dancing on the branches. Golden Spring Festival, rape flowers, they opened a golden smiling face, a large piece of a large piece, as if to put on the golden clothes for mother earth. With her back to the spring breeze, the willow girl is swinging green new branches. Looking at the slender willow buds, I can't help thinking, "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Xiaocao's brother crawled out of the soil, which was green, just like the green carpet on the ground. The vitality of grass is particularly strong. In winter, it turns yellow slowly, and the next spring, it shoots again. It's really "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high". Where is spring? Spring is just around our ears. Listen, the swallow flies back. They fly from the fields here to the willows there and then skim over the water. Tired of flying, they landed on the wire to have a rest. They chattered as if they were singing the praises of spring. The river rushes forward, as if playing music for spring. It's raining, as if singing happily. Bees are buzzing among the flowers. They are very happy. Children's happy laughter came from time to time in the distance, probably flying kites! Happiness infects everyone. Where is spring? Spring is in our nostrils. We smelled the flowers, and the fragrance was everywhere, which made people relaxed and happy. Where is spring? Spring is in our hearts. Spring is bright and everything is revived. Spring is happy, and children are playing in the suburbs. Spring is promising, and spring is the beginning of a year. How beautiful spring is! I like spring. Where is spring? "Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the crisp forest ... "This is the expression in the well-known children's song" Where is Spring ". Where on earth is spring? Beginning of spring has passed, but the spring rain is long overdue. The drizzle moistens the flowers and plants that have rested for a winter; The breeze awakened the little creature who was still dreaming. Look! On the lawn, the grass poked its head out, lazy, as if wandering in a dream, with a little disappointment. In Taoyuan, peach trees have pink buds, too many of which are closed. Maybe they are going to pick a good day and let a hundred flowers blossom. Impatient but impatient, blooming alone in the branches, attracting everyone's attention and shining brilliantly. By the river, willow trees are dotted with countless new leaves, with long hair like a girl's head down. As soon as the breeze blows, they dance heartily, as if to show off Miss Chun's love for them. At this time, I can't help but think of the poem of the ancients: "Jasper makeup trees are high, and ten thousand pieces of green silk hang down." I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "yes! The warm spring breeze blows out willow leaves, what a magical and dexterous scissors! The spring breeze caresses the earth like a loving mother's hand. The grass dances beautifully beside the spring breeze, and the small animals are also very comfortable beside it. Looking up at the sky, the swallows returning from the south have come to join in the fun! The clever swallow flapped its handsome and brisk wings, and its small tail like scissors flew from a distance, as if to tell us, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" ""Spring has really come, hasn't it? The sun shines on the earth and people. It is very warm. A gentle breeze makes people feel comfortable and happy. Ah! In spring, you are not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer. The ancients said that a year's plan lies in spring. In this season full of hope and joy, as the flowers of the motherland, we will follow the footsteps of spring and bloom more brilliantly! Spring is beautiful! Spring brings me vitality, aftertaste and prosperous beauty. Winter passed and spring came. The messenger of spring, the little swallow, comes from the south. They stopped on the wire and sang happily. Spring is a good time for a hundred flowers to blossom. In the suburbs, parks and flower beds, flowers can be seen everywhere: fragrant and elegant Jindalai, smiling peach blossoms, colorful roses, flawless pear blossoms and unknown wildflowers ... all of them are competing to open under the call of Miss Chun, making Mother Earth look beautiful. The yellow grass sneaked out its head and looked at this strange and strange world with ecstasy. They seem to be saying, "Where is this?" But they boldly straightened their delicate waist and greedily sucked the dew of spring. The trees that have slept all winter are awake. They rub their eyes and become active. You see, under the breeze, weeping willows pull out graceful branches and shake their heads, as if they were peeping into a new world. Spring is like the starting line of our generation in the arena. We should seize the opportunity to study hard and make contributions to the construction of the motherland when we grow up.