Part 1: The Story of Spring
Spring is a season of nurturing life. The spring girl awakened the earth, the breeze gently blowing; beautiful flowers scrambled to show their smiles, they are competing in the sunshine, competing for color; grass drilled out of the fertile land, probing the little head looking around ...... everything is so vibrant, everything is scrambling to spread the message of spring, everywhere you can find the spring The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
However, our school has a student's spring is another scene, there is no bright spring, no colorful flowers. Because he suffered from congenital disorders of anemia. The disease relentlessly attacked him, tortured him. At the same time, his family's financial condition was very difficult, his father was laid off, and the whole family relied on his mother's meager income to make ends meet. It would take a large sum of money to cure him. This amount of medical expenses, which might be able to rekindle the flame of his life, was undoubtedly astronomical for their family. His spring was so cold and helpless ......
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the news of his young classmate's illness spread all over the campus. Banish the disease, save lives of the message like a spring breeze in each squadron quickly passed. The red scarf accompanied by the red collection box in each classroom to collect the hope of life for the young students. Students saved money to buy breakfast, buy cold drinks; teachers donated their salaries, save pocket money for children; janitors took out the money saved have put into the collection box, l yuan, 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 20 yuan, 50 yuan ...... it becomes more and more heavy, the box is full of the hearts of the students. I seemed to see it turned into a spring messenger, flew to the side of the little students, send our love. With the spring-like sincerity, melt the ice in his heart.
This is a story that happened in the spring. Our dedication to the love of the spring wind and rain like warmth and moisturize the heart of the little students, may he be like the spring flowers, spring grass, as the vitality of life!
Part II: Spring Story
From the beginning of the school year to now the most touched by one thing, that is, a stranger to the little sister for me to help, the words have to start from the spring. Our school has carried out various activities on the spring, so that students in a pleasant and meaningful activities in the healthy growth.
I remember the previous week on Friday, the warm sun shone on the earth, the school decided to hold a kite-flying competition. After hearing the news in the morning, the cheers of the students can be imagined. Each and every one of them glued kites, made kites, ready to compete for the class. However, as the wind was blowing in an unpredictable direction that day, the kite flying activity was canceled in the afternoon. The students were very disappointed and the teachers could not explain the situation. Later on, the weather was favorable and the wind resumed its direction. It was really God's will, and we finally won the initiative to fly the kite, and we were in good spirits again. Teachers and after discussion before deciding to resume kite-flying activities, students heard the news, overwhelmed, straight to the playground, ready to fly a kite, for the class to win.
I and a few friends with their own kites to the early has become a sea of joy on the playground, eager to go down the stairs too fast, something lost actually do not know. At this time from behind me came an urgent voice: "Big sisters, please stop!" I turned back and looked, it turned out that a little sister holding a stick high in her hand, panting, came to our front, said to me: "Just now you went down the stairs too fast, from your kite bag fell down a stick you don't know, I'm now returning this stick to you, I hope that you can compete for the honor of the class." After this little sister finished speaking, she turned around and left, I looked at the stick in my hand and said to her fading back, "Little sister thank you, I won't let you down, I will definitely win honor for the class." I went to the playground to fly a kite with a few good friends, when I was flying the kite, what the little sister said just now lingered in my mind, like an encouragement to me, a stick and a kite can win the light for the class, it seems to be a small thing, but for me it is exactly a deep and y felt thing, if that little sister doesn't return the stick to me, what can I do in the kite competition?
The spring is a time of great change.
There are so many stories in the spring, especially in our campus, one after another little thunderbolt is growing up, making the spring infinite and vibrant.
Part III: Stories in Spring Essay
Spring came to the creek. The ice melted, the fresh grass poked up bright green shoots again, and the willows put on new clothes ...... everything was so vibrant.
In a everything is revived, vibrant spring there is a colorful flower, his petals have five different colors, in the spring wind blowing Buddha, colorful flowers proudly dance its colorful petals, to others to show their unique style, it thought it was the most beautiful in this spring, others are very envious of it, so it is very proud and complacent. One day, the blue sky approached the colorful flower and said, "You have so many colors, can you give me a blue one?" The five-color flower was full of promise, so the five-color flower gave its blue to the blue sky, the blue sky has become bluer since then; the grass borrowed green from it, the grass is more tender and green; later the peach blossom borrowed pink from the five-color flower, so it is more delicate; the sun borrowed red from it, and it will be brighter later; the core of the flower borrowed yellow from it, and it embellished the flower more beautifully.
The next day, the five-color flower's cry woke up the stone brother who was sleeping, and the stone brother asked, "Why are you crying?" Five-color flower said aggrieved: "I had five colors, the blue sky to me borrowed blue, grass to me borrowed green, peach blossom and to me borrowed pink, and finally the core of the flower to me borrowed yellow now I do not even have a color!" "Then you asked them back!" Brother Stone said.
It dawned on the five-colored flower that it had to ask them for their colors back. After this incident, the five-color flower more cherish their own color, and no longer to others to show off their beauty.
Part 4: The Story of Spring
The winter ice melted, and a drop of water fell in the quiet courtyard, and went on a joyful journey from the eaves to the ground. The sunlight through the slanting branches, sporadically fell on the green shoots, the wind gently shook the buds, humming a sweet lullaby, the other leaves are also slightly and the wind, rustling.
This green bud is the most delicate little child of this century, parents always spoil her. Fresh dew crystals, the father always straighten his back, for her top of the fresh droplets, and then bent long ago deformed waist, the dew will be bathed in the daughter's delicate body. Somehow the sun was in a bad mood this day, radiating a harsh and burning light. And Greenbud, the great lady, pouted and moved to a shady spot.
Something surprising happened. A gust of cloudy wind blew, shaking the sporadic sunlight on the ground. Sheets of dark clouds beat their drums and roared slowly, closing in on the sun's position. The originally radiant sunlight dimmed until it was obscured by darkness. Green Sprout cowered behind her parents, trembling and crying. The parents softly comforted Green Shoots, their eyes full of love, and inexplicable sadness, and calmness, as if they had foreseen all this. Yes, the spring thunder brought torrential rain.
The air blew over cold and icy, mixed with the endless tears of the sky. Thunder rumbled on and on, and lightning separated the gray sky again and again. In the sky, loud thunder blew up the last warmth. On the branches, countless leaves were blown off, ending their short lives.
The green shoots looked at everything in front of them in horror. The parents suddenly smiled: "Live well, child, we will bless you well in heaven. We can no longer ...... see you grow up again ...... "The wind mercilessly tore at Green Bud's parents, over and over again. And their voices actually broke up as they spoke. Green Bud lost his voice and cried out, "No...... don't leave me! Dad! Mom!"
I do not know how long, the wind stopped, the sky wiped dry tears, green shoots of parents do not know where to go. Gone, the bent waist; gone, the melody of the lullaby. All scattered! All turned into a droplet of water that shattered on the ground. There are two clouds in the sky, like two familiar leaves. Floating, floating, laughing.
And the green shoots raised his heavy head, looking at the clouds, she understood a lot of people have forgotten. And that, however, comes after the loss. This is the story of spring, a young life that has since learned to be strong.
Part 5: Stories in the Spring
In a remote mountain village, there is often a little girl, singing and jumping in the sun. He lived a happy, happy life. One day, the spring breeze blew warmly and everything revived. The spring girl brought life to the earth, but with a soft heart, she still made a hint of coldness left over from the winter. Dingdong ......
That once lively little girl was unfortunate. A car accident made her lose her beautiful eyes and legs. She could no longer see the beauty of spring, could no longer trace it. However, she is y in love with spring.
The little girl did not cry, she sat there quietly, empty eyes looking out the window ...... from this small mountain village has become quiet, perhaps the spring will not come here again. Later, the sunlight drilled into the dimly lit hut where the little girl was; the sound of birds chirping and the busy buzzing of bees also came into the quiet hut. From that moment on, the little girl left the hut and came into the arms of spring. He was no longer silent or evasive. Her heart became hot and powerful.
Many years passed, and the little girl grew up to become a famous writer. Another spring came, and the little swallows flew back. The girl returned to the countryside, he once again sat under the peach tree in front of the hut. When the spring breeze blew, pieces of peach blossoms floated down and fell on her hair, and the fragrance of the flowers wafted through the air. Sitting in her wheelchair, she stretched out her arms and smiled faintly, welcoming the baptism of spring.
Spring is here, look at the blowing spring wind, the vitality of all things, they are telling a story? A story of spring. All perpetuating a spirit a spirit of fearlessness, endeavor, and never give up. All recall with awe a passage that says: Even without my legs and eyes, I can still paint the spring scenery with my hands and feel the spring breeze with my heart. Even if the spring disappears from me, I will use my soul to reshape a spring until the end of my life!
Part 6: The Story of Spring
Everyone has his own story, and everyone plays different stories at different stages. There are many stories in a lifetime, but the story of spring is the most worthwhile to recall.
Indeed, spring is beautiful, it always gives people warmth and hope, but also gives people a kind of vitality and that tension of life, and all of this is still have to edge with the love of the driving force. It arouses people's strong desire for a peaceful life and a happy family, for a successful career and for their dreams to come true; and it drives people's inner thrust and explosive force to realize and perfect their mission. Thus life goes on, the story of spring will become an eternal theme, so people in life will be happy to deduce different stories, in the writing of different life. In the enrichment of their own lives at the same time also left a valuable spiritual wealth.
In fact, there is no hope in life, only to create can give people hope. And passion is the source of creation, hope is the dream of creation, practice is the result of the dream.
Many years of searching, people seem to always lose themselves. The years are merciless, there is love on earth, a sea of people, it is not easy to have a destiny. To know each other, more need a courage and trust, and sustain this emotional life is the core of responsibility.
The fate of the arrangement, the coincidence of chance, there is always a kind of power in the darkness to bring people up, the epiphany of the futile did find the lost self, to find a maximum value of self, a know how to time management and goal management of self. A stage that can carry the dreams of the self, a platform that can inspire the self-inspired exuberance, enlightenment thinking gates, so that they have a quiet and faraway state of mind and goals, with the traction of the goal, live every day is full and happy, this is really a realm.
The story is the carrier of the work life, the story is the master of the soul of the mind, the end of the story is often the result of human behavior, to have what kind of results on the decision to have what kind of mentality, what kind of behavior, it can be said to be the seed of the bean, the seed of the melon. So to interpret their own perfect life, let the story follow you all the way.
Part VII: The Story of Spring
Spring is a season of reverie, it is not like the summer heat, but the temperature is appropriate; not like the fall of the grass and trees are yellowed, but vibrant, a green; and not like the winter snow, but the breeze gusts. I like the reverie of spring, more like the story of spring.
Grass has such a story, spring is here, it is in the soil after many painful struggles, breaking out of the ground, to meet the first day of sunshine and rain, breathe the first mouth of fresh air, it smiled, swaying in the breeze, it spills freely, tender green leaves dotting the earth. Regardless of the wind and rain, it does its best to send the most beautiful blessings and laughter for the spring. The strength of grass is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of suffering is inspiring. Throughout the ages, how many poets, lyricists, writers have praised the grass, although its life is short but did not hesitate to dedicate themselves to the spring, it is great!
The hillside has such a story: with the bell ringing in spring, everything on the hillside is like being given a touch of law resurrected, the original dead into a vibrant, they all stretched out, washed off the face of the dust, coated with a smooth oil, each one is glowing. They are also like a land grabbing occupation of every corner of the hillside, grass and flowers complement each other; butterflies and bees are working together; high and low trees are pitching up and down, these beautiful pictures and other scenes reflecting the interest, it is really a different flavor.
The river has a story: as the scenery around the river continues to revitalize, it also wants to show its most beautiful side. It tinkled and flowed, sounding much brighter than before, and in the brilliant sunlight, it emitted a dazzling light, as if wearing a flash suit, glittering. The river was crystal clear, and there was a sweet flavor with a pure fragrance emanating from it. A strip like a silver needle flowing in the stream, gently humming out a crisp song, echoing in the air, knocking my heart. I love the purity of the stream; no more than the stains of ink. Small fish in play, and how enviable, their happiness, will return me to fond memories of ......
The little rain has this a story: is how beautiful rain ah! The spring rain is fine, slanting, glittering, with sound, neatly floating in the earth, for a scene to dress up, but also bring hope, bring joy. Spring rain is like ethereal crystal, clear jade; like brilliant pearl, dazzling diamond, but also brighter than silver, more sparkling than diamonds. All of a sudden, falling on my lips, my skin, how cool it feels, but also take me into an incomparably cool world!
There are many stories of spring, as long as you pay attention to the little drops around you, you will find that they are exquisite, mysterious and beautiful, with will bring you a full shock and awe, they are exuding a noble temperament, pleasing to the eye! Spring, fabulous season!