Part 1: The Rhyme of Spring
Some people say that spring is a beautiful and pleasant season; some people say that spring is the season of ten thousand hues; however, I think that spring is the rhyme.
The rhythm of spring is in the green fields. Green wheat seedlings sleep for a winter, finally woke up with spirit. Look! One by one, they straightened their backs, and struggled to grow upward. A spring wind blew, the wheat seedlings swayed around, a moment, the field seems to swing up a green wave.
The rhythm of spring, in the warm spring wind. The spring breeze is not as harsh as the winter wind, nor is it as hot as the summer wind. But she is elegant and gentle. She seems to be like a mother's hand, caressing people, caressing everything in the world. She gently blew open the pink peach blossoms, a piece of pink petals as a cute little elf, so that people can not help but praise the masterpiece of the spring breeze.
The rhythm of spring, in that colorful sky. Look! In the blue sky, fluttering with colorful kites. All kinds of kites, the most powerful to count the huge "Northeast Tiger", fierce look, really think it is a tiger from the air to you! The most beautiful is the graceful "mermaid", she swings the long tail in the air, as if wandering freely in the clouds!
Spring, like a charming girl, everywhere reveals the beauty of the rhyme, that is, the most beautiful charm of nature!
Part II: The Rhyme of Spring
"Where is spring ah, where is spring ......" I like spring the most, every spring, I will sing this song, to find the spring footprints.
The spring girl dressed in colorful clothes, wearing a colorful belt, with bright sunshine, gorgeous flowers, dancing to the earth, the diligent little swallow is the messenger of spring, it "chirping" from the south to celebrate the spring for us; it flew to the side of the spring flowers, as if in the urge to say: It flew to the spring flowers, as if urging: "Flowers open quickly, spring has come!" So, the spring flowers stretch out the small delicate head, open the hazel eyes, for the spring light painted the first yellow color.
The spring girl with a soft hand, feeding every living thing in nature, at once, a hundred flowers bloomed, a fragrance came to the nose, they are red like fire, white as snow, pink as Xia, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms ...... compete for color! The most striking is that a piece of peach blossom, some of the pink through red, like Xia; there is a piece of red and then lined with yellowish flower core, more delicate; there are also above the dotted with emerald green leaflets, the beautiful gesture such as the young girl's face; and the unopened, like a shy little girl, with a hand to cover up the face, but can not help but through the cracks of the finger quietly look out. Hardworking bees flew in, beautiful butterflies flew in ...... good a dream world!
I like the spring, I like this colorful, vibrant spring!
Part III: Spring Rhyme Essay
Spring is not like the heat of the summer, spring is not like the withered leaves of the late autumn; spring is not like the cold winds of the winter, spring is a full of vitality, like a poem of the beautiful season. Therefore, I like this wonderful season.
The spring rain falls, like cow hair, like fine silk, fine diagonal weaving. Spring rain is a gift from Miss Spring to the earth. It is as if it is a magical potion. At once, the grass is so green that it teases your eyes, and the flowers bloom beautifully, which makes people feel that the spring is vibrant and colorful. Full of incomparable vitality.
Grass, small flowers greedily sucking on the sheer spring rain secretly poked out their little heads, looking curiously at the outside world. Sitting on the lawn, far away from a green landscape into the eyes, turning a poem, a "flowers gradually fascinating eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves" makes people feel as if they are riding a horse in the vast grassland walks, a distinctive flavor.
Ancient people say: "blowing face is not cold willow wind", the spring wind blowing softly, it gently kissed people's cheeks, the wind with some soil fragrance, mixed with grass flavor, and a variety of flowers fragrance, giving people a refreshing, warm breath. It gently whisked across the river, the waves on the surface of the river slightly undulating, as if the bloom of a smile that can not help but smile.
I love spring!
Part IV: The Rhyme of Spring
The winter has not yet passed, and the new spring is coming quietly. In this sunny April, the earth has been old and new, a faction of vitality!
As far as the eye can see, spring is everywhere. In the sky, magpies happily played the "sound of spring" round dance; on the ground, flowers, beautiful, plus hard-working bees and colorful butterflies, more she added a few points of youthful vitality. Peach trees, apricot trees. Are scrambling to open full of words, after the pink like a shy little girl's face. When people are immersed in this beautiful, not a burst of fragrance, this fragrance makes you intoxicated, make you fall, so that you enjoy the most beautiful things in the world.
Grass lazily drilled out of the soil, tender, green. Sitting or lying down, the grass is soft, giving you a sense of softness.
Warm breeze floating surface, with the breath of the newly turned soil, wrapped in a grass flavor with a variety of flowers, brewing in the moist air. There is a meandering river in the garden, the clear water is like a boat, full of fish and shrimp. Standing on the bridge listening to the sound of the babbling brook below, it is as if you have come to the mysterious Peach Blossom Stream, gazing at the dreamlike beauty of the Peach Blossom Garden. Spring is not as anxious as summer, not as bleak as winter, not as cold as winter, it is gentle and considerate.
The kites in the sky are gradually more and more. Amidst a sea of laughter, people played to their heart's content. The old people play chess, the youth play soccer, the children fly kites ...... The time of the year lies in the spring, people should cherish the good time, live every day.
Part V: The Rhyme of Spring
Quietly, the cold winter is gradually away from us, my favorite spring has come, and things around us are changing silently.
Spring is coming to us, and many changes have taken place on campus.
The weather is getting warmer, we got rid of the thick cotton clothes and changed into thin clothes. The playground is also a lot more people, the campus playground echoed the sound of joy and laughter.
Campus plants also woke up, you see: grass poked out his head, looking around; tree branches on the buds are about to bloom ...... as long as you pay attention to observe, everywhere you can find the spring in the unknowingly come.
Walking on campus, warm spring wind blowing in the face, bright sunshine disperses the cold fog, holding me out of the long cold winter snow.
Willow trees on campus, points of goose yellow decorated with soft willow, string of joy of life sprouting in the branches, everywhere there is the breath of spring.
A year's plan lies in spring. In the spring of this beautiful day, we began a new semester of life. This is also the last semester of our elementary school stage and the last spring of our elementary school stage.
Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers. In this spring I will be more serious about every day, so that every day is full and meaningful.
Spring, like a shy girl, gently and delicately pushed open the doors and windows of the seasons, and we are immersed in pure joy.
Part 6: The Rhyme of Spring
Spring is the best of the four seasons. She does not have the heat of summer, the coolness of autumn and the cold of winter. No wonder people say that "a year's plan lies in spring"!
Spring is divided into three parts, which have the same elements, there are slightly different elements. But regardless of that part of the song have their own characteristics, are beautiful.
Spring a song - early spring. Early spring when the grass has just poked out the little head, which is used to seeing the snow-covered people a look is so beautiful, is so bright to the eyes. Not only the grass, the trees also grow new green buds to welcome the arrival of spring. In the green bushes, there are many small yellow flowers, what is this? It turns out to be the lovely . Spring flowers are opening. In short, early spring is a lovely little angel, where she goes, it must be spring and vibrant.
Spring Part 2 - Mid Spring. To say that this time of spring is the most comfortable time of the year, neither the summer full of sleepy insects, nor the cool winds of autumn, neither the biting cold winds of winter, nor the heat of late spring.
Spring Trilogy - Late Spring. Late spring is hotter than early spring, but the sun is also bright. The guys have organized trekking activities. At this time, the wildflowers also bloomed a lot, the grass was all green, and the creek melted. Everything is so beautiful.
Spring is exceptionally beautiful, and you can't put it on paper with ink and pen alone. The real spring must be felt with the heart.
Part VII: The Rhyme of Spring
Watching the flowers blossom and the clouds roll in, the bright-eyed spring sends bright sunshine to tell people to welcome her arrival.
I slowly walked into the spring, walking gently for fear of stepping on the pain of spring. "Full of trees and delicate rotten red, ten thousand purple Dan color burning spring melt." The mountains and fields are full of gorgeous flowers, emitting an intoxicating aroma. Look! Peach blossoms, one next to the other, crowded the entire branch, dense, vibrant, like a delicate girl, unfolding the red skirt, dancing gently in the soft wind.
White butterflies, pink butterflies flying in the flowers. Walking through the sea of flowers, abruptly have a left-handed years of right-handed flower feelings. I lie in the shade of the tree, mouth holding a child called "sweet wine grass" grass, lightly bite, clean and sweet flavor filled my mouth.
The golden sunshine in the afternoon sprinkled on the body, making people lazy and do not want to move. The messenger of spring turned out to be the sun!
"The light rain on the street in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass looks distant but not near." Spring rain moistens Han Yu's poetry. Accompanied by the point if any flower red, hidden green, the early spring rain came to earth with a brisk step. At this time, the earth is like a big piano, the raindrops like a root of delicate fingers in the black and white keys playing music. A soundless like sound, sound is more like a soundless song, as if listening to the sweet murmur of the distant stars, and like green leaves kissing the petals of the tenderness. Raindrops on people, not cool, not warm, just good intoxication. Spring, everything is revived, mixed flowers and trees, I am intoxicated in the spring of the newborn ......
Part VIII: The Rhyme of Spring
Spring, a season full of hope, a season of recovery of all things, the sprouting of life.
The melody of spring is pleasing to the ear, a symphony of life echoing on the sky, a wonderful note dancing on the clouds, it wakes up the grass, let the grass slowly poke his head out and grow up day by day, so that the flowers breathe fresh air, and sway against the spring wind. Let the willows draw out new buds and glow with youthful vigor. The melody of spring makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The color of spring is emerald green, green represents hope, life, youth, spring is the beginning of the year, but also the beginning of hope. People sow seeds of hope in the spring, to the fall will certainly blossom and bear fruit, because it carries people's dreams. Sprouting grass is also slowly growing into luxuriant grass, green and upright, showing a piece of vitality.
The scene of spring is beautiful, the mountains are delicate flowers, yellow spring flowers, pink peach blossoms, white pear ...... flowers, colorful, colorful, like a continuous tapestry of so long, to the sky of the colorful so dazzling, like the sky of the rainbow so gorgeous.
The field is a spring scene, green wheat seedlings standing in the field, giving people a feeling of vigor. A cluster of rapeseed flowers bloom golden smile, but also from time to time there are a few butterflies dancing in the field, flying tired, lying on the rapeseed flowers perched, it is really beautiful.
Spring is beautiful, green and pleasant, I like this season full of hope.
Part IX: The Rhyme of Spring
Spring is not as hot as the summer, spring is not as dead as the autumn; spring is not as cold as the winter, spring is a full of vitality, as beautiful as a poem. Therefore, I like this wonderful season.
The spring rain falls, like cow hair, like fine silk, fine diagonal weaving. Spring rain is a gift from Miss Spring to the earth. It is as if it is a magical potion. At once, the grass is so green that it teases your eyes, and the flowers bloom beautifully, which makes people feel that the spring is vibrant and colorful. Full of incomparable vitality.
Grass, small flowers greedily sucking on the sheer spring rain secretly poked out their little heads, looking curiously at the outside world. Sitting on the lawn, far away from a green landscape into the eyes, turning a poem, a "flowers gradually fascinating eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves" makes people feel as if they are riding a horse in the vast grassland walks, a distinctive flavor.
Ancient people say: "blowing face is not cold willow wind", the spring wind blowing softly, it gently kissed people's cheeks, the wind with some soil fragrance, mixed with grass flavor, and a variety of flowers fragrance, giving people a refreshing, warm breath. It gently whisked across the river, the waves on the surface of the river slightly undulating, as if the bloom of a smile that can not help but smile.
I love spring!
Article 10: The Rhyme of Spring
What is spring? Spring is a great and magical magician who brings life to the trees; what is spring? Spring is the call of the birds. Look, the sparrows and pigeons are singing on that green branch; What is spring? Spring is the fragrance emanating from countless trees, nourishing us, absorbing carbon dioxide, and bringing us safety and security, and sobering odors.
Spring is the blossoming of a hundred flowers, the revival of everything, and the earth is full of vitality.
Look up, like the sky was washed by the water want a silk cloth, and white clouds is huge, oddly shaped like cotton, some like long dragons, very magical, for us to add more and more fun.
Into the square of spring a willow tree combed green, brightly colored hair, with the breeze gradually dance. Peach trees and apricot trees heard the earliest breath of spring, they compete, blooming fresh, pink flowers. The flowers were brilliant.
Walking into the spring garden, there are lush grasses everywhere under your feet. Seeing these green grass, I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's poem, "Wildfire can't be eliminated, and the spring breeze blows again". One of the most conspicuous place in the garden, blooming a lot of red, showing a sweet smile to meet the guests of the ornamental.
Spring is the representative of vitality, the symbol of vitality.
Part XI: The Rhyme of Spring
Spring is like a magical and magical girl, she is shy, and windy, with the fresh smell of soil in the south, gently, quietly fly over, the earth immediately renewed vitality.
Sometimes, the spring girl is a makeup artist, she used the delicate hands, the beautiful flowers one by one inserted all over the earth. There are tender yellow spring flowers, white pear flowers, light green orchids, pink peach blossoms ...... the earth becomes extraordinarily beautiful.
Sometimes, she is like a wind, lightly flicked through the grass, grass slowly open their eyes, raise their heads from the soil, stretching - the earth a tender green. She swept over the riverbank, willow branches, willow spit out a string of buds, dancing gently with the wind. She swept across the river, the river unfolded frowning, smiling face, with its light and melodious singing voice, singing a beautiful and moving song of spring.
Sometimes, she turned into rain, such as smoke, such as fog, such as silk, such as wisps, floating down from the sky, dripping in the park, the park flowers and trees, immediately straighten their necks, greedily sucking dry dew; dripping in the distant mountains, the distant mountains in a moment to change the previous day's old age and solemn, like a naughty child, in the misty rain and fog now and then, like in the play hide-and-seek.
"A year's plan is in the spring", spring with the magical power to decorate the world, beautify the people's hearts.