In daily life or work and study, we are often in contact with prose, right? Prose is a kind of expression of the author's true feelings, writing style flexible narrative literary genre. So, do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my carefully organized Bing Xin describes the spring prose to appreciate, I hope to be able to help you.
Ice heart describes the spring prose to appreciate Part 1Cherry blossom is the pride of Japan. People who go to Japan, before arriving, the first thing to think of cherry blossoms; after arriving, the first thing to talk about cherry blossoms. If you arrive in the summer and fall, Japanese friends will be very sorry to say, "You missed the cherry blossom season!" If you arrive in winter, they will ask you to stay a little longer to see the cherry blossoms before you leave. In short, the cherry blossoms have become a symbol of Japan, along with Mount Fuji, the "peak of the snowy spirit".
I saw the cherry blossoms, to say the least, there are dozens of times. Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo to see, Ueno Park to see, Chidorigafuchi to see ......; in Kyoto to see, Nara to see ......; look in the rain, look in the fog, look under the moon to see ...... Japan everywhere there are cherry blossoms, and some of the Japan has cherry blossoms everywhere, some of them are hundreds of trees embracing together, and some of them are one or two trees quietly and independently by the roadside water. Spring in Japan is immersed in the pervasive smell of cherry blossoms!
My Japanese friend told me, cherry blossoms a **** there are more than 300 kinds, the most is the mountain cherry blossoms, Yoshino cherry blossoms and Yaezakura. Yamazakura and Yoshino cherry blossom is not like the peach blossom as white in red, not like the pear blossom as white in green, it is the lotus gray *. Yaezakura is a little more plump and red, almost like the spring begonias in Beijing. In addition, there is light yellow | color * tulip cherry, flower branch low hanging branch hanging cherry, "spring equinox" the earliest flowering of the shore cherry, petals more than three hundred pieces of chrysanthemum cherry ...... cover overlapping, compete with each other. Qing Dynasty poet Huang Zunxian's cherry blossom song has:
Mojiang River splash green water microwave,
Ten thousand flowers cover the river of Tuo.
The city looks at the flowers to see the flowers,
Everyone sings the song of cherry blossoms.
The flower light shines on the sea like a tidal wave,
and the ranger gathers as a gathering place.
Ten days' tour of the country,
Years of joy, and years of happiness.
This song describes how the Japanese people enjoy the cherry blossoms in the spring. "Ten days of travel" is a short, cloudy - after, the spring sun warm, cherry blossoms on the mountains all over the open up, a wind and rain, and quickly withered, the mountains is a piece of fallen English! The Japanese literati wrote many poems about the shortness of life, and it is said that cherry blossoms are characterized by their early bloom and early fall.
Perhaps because I am a Chinese, my association with cherry blossoms is not so bleak. Although I saw cherry blossoms for the first time in the spring of 1947 at the Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo, the cemetery was full of - gloomy - depressed grave sweepers, and occasionally drunks who sang songs of sorrow, and when I walked through the dome-like lotus-gray* flower-covered canopies, it also made me feel a sense of depression.
I was in Japan this spring, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I saw them everywhere, in Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, Hakone, and Kamakura ...... but it was the cherry blossoms I saw on April 13th, on Mt. Roxanne in Kanazawa, that were the most brilliant and solemn blossoms of splendor I have ever seen!
On April 12, it was raining heavily, and we visited the fishing village of Uchitan, not far from Kanazawa City. On the way, we happened to hear that tomorrow is the day of the strike by the workers of the Kanazawa City Taxi Company. There are twelve taxi companies in Kanazawa City with two hundred and fifty cars, employing several hundred drivers and workers. They are demanding a wage increase for the oppression of life, and have already had five strikes which have not yet reached their goal, and tomorrow's strike will be the sixth.
That afternoon, on the rainy beaches and in the homes of farmers on the inner beaches, we heard many sob stories of the workers and peasants who had risen up against the U.S. Army's encroachment of farmland as a shooting gallery, and who had finally won the struggle. In the evening, we attended a warm welcome meeting with the masses, we were so excited that we could not sleep well, and got up early the next morning and hurriedly reloaded and left, and I simply forgot all about the automobile drivers' strike today.
At eight forty in the morning, we came out of the hotel, eleven cars neatly placed in front of the door. We got into our cars separately and slowly zigzagged down the mountain road. The weather was clear, a warm east wind was blowing, and the brilliant sunshine shook our eyes ......
It was then that I suddenly remembered, isn't today the day the automobile drivers went on strike? The strike starts at 8:00 a.m., isn't that when they go on strike? In order to send us to the car, is not delayed their strike time? I asked my Japanese friend, who was sitting with the driver in front of me, what was going on. My Japanese friend smiled back and said, "In order to send the Chinese writers' delegation to the station, they held an emergency meeting last night and decided to change the strike time to start at 9:00 in the morning!" I was excited to say a word or two of thanks, when the driver, who was calm and steady, with his eyes on the front, turned his head slightly sideways and said modestly, "Promoting friendship between the Japanese and Chinese people is part of the struggle!"
My heart jumped violently, like a lit firework, from the depths of my heart spewed out a diffuse and brilliant spark of gratitude ......
Early in the morning on the mountain road, there were no other vehicles, only our eleven cars, rustling and speeding. At this time I suddenly saw, on both sides of the mountain road, clustered after the rain bloomed hundreds of trees thousands of trees of cherry blossoms! This cherry blossom, a pile of piles, layer by layer, as if the sea of clouds, in the sunrise scarlet hectares, overflowing with color and light. When the zigzagging mountain road is covered by this boundless flower clouds, we are like sitting in eleven head and tail of the light boat, driving the myrmidon east wind, the two sides of the splash of the flower waves, swiftly toward the rising sun!
Down the hill, to the city center, the street still did not see other vehicles, only to see the street side of the many car line, the door is open, the door is arranged in the size of the car, the door is inserted with a large red flag, automobile workers stand neatly in the door, smiling to see our line of vehicles through.
Arriving at the station, we got out of the car and with boiling enthusiasm clasped the hands of the drivers, thanking them for their help and wishing them victory in the struggle.
The warm farewell scene was over, the train drove on for a long time, and all that whisked past the window were the rolling snowy mountains and the rushing spring water, but it was in front of my eyes that still glowed with the marvelous cherry blossoms that I had never seen before!
I looked back and asked my Japanese friend, who was traveling with me, "Cherry blossoms are beautiful, needless to say, but from the Japanese point of view, what is so beautiful about cherry blossoms?" He scratched his head and said with a smile, "There is no flower in the world that is not beautiful ...... As for the love of a certain kind of flower, but it is due to the feelings of each person's heart. Japanese literati feel the shortness of life from the beauty of the cherry blossoms that fall easily, and the samurai associate it with the martyrdom of the sacrifice. As for the general people, they like the cherry blossom, is because it in the bleak winter after the first to bring the people excited and happy news of spring. In Japan, cherry blossoms are abundant! They are everywhere: on the mountains, by the water, in the streets, in the courtyards. The snow has not yet melted, the winter clothes have not yet been removed, the dark room is still spring cold, as long as a far east wind blows, the sky shows the sunshine, the cherry blossoms will bloom all over the mountain! Whether it is the mountain cherry blossom or Yoshino cherry blossom or Yaezakura or ...... to the people of the three islands of Japan next to it, reported the exciting and vigorous news of spring."
These words, gave me two truths. One is that the cherry blossom, which blooms all over the three islands of Hourai, is the Japanese people's own flower, and that it will always give them the excitement and encouragement of spring; and the other is that the mental activity of the flower-looker creates a special fondness for certain flowers. The cherry blossoms of Kanazawa are no more beautiful than those elsewhere. The driver's words, expressing the deep friendship of the Japanese working people for the Chinese people, made the cherry blossoms all over the mountains of Kanazawa in my eyes become a sea of flowers of the friendship between the Chinese and Japanese people, and made the light boat of friendship, like an arrow, move forward to the brilliant sunrise!
Late-night memories, warmth, happy to pen for cherry blossom praise.
Iceheart described the spring prose to appreciate Part 2
Seasonal spring, like a sleepy child, in the winter under the warmth of a soft velvet blanket, sleep peacefully with eyes.
But the Chinese people, who demand wealth from nature and strive for every second, just won't let it sleep more! Six hundred and fifty million people discussed, with a variety of loud voices and earth-shaking movements to wake it up.
The snow is flying. The bone-chilling north wind, raising the sharp knife-like sand on the earth
We carry the everlasting spring in our hearts, in groups in all corners of the motherland, to wake up the spring on the seasons.
We blossomed spring in the mines, refined it in the furnaces, sunned it on the salt pans, wove it on the spinning machines, built it on the desert railroads, fished it out of the raging seas, sang it on our bright red lips, and wrote it on our waving pens .
Spring rubbed his eyes and sat up with a surprised smile on his face: "For tens of thousands of years, it was all about me sleeping enough, flying out of the winter cave, touching you and waking you up with the color of the green grass, the gurgling thawing rivers, and the ten thousand purple and red fragrant flowers. Now all is turned upside down, great are you who build socialism! "
Spring, riding the whistling spring winds, took up the beckoning spring streamers, and flew up high.
In the sound of the spring streamers blowing and rolling, everything on the earth woke up.
The Kunlun Mountains, with their rolling peaks of ten thousand feet, are loaded with snow and ice and thrust into the blue sky. The hot sea of spring air around it, warm it, it smiled and owed stretch, the body of the snowsuit shook open, melted; hundreds of millions of ice beads loosened into a torrent of ten thousand feet, laughing loudly, jumped off the towering cliffs, rushing down. It flows into the Yellow River, into the Yangtze River, into the silver network of large and small rivers. There, there have been hundreds of millions of waiting impatiently, wrapped head or is wearing overalls of men, women and children, rolled up their fists and sleeves full of spring in the welcome, to bring it to the shallow reservoirs, canals, to the thirsty boundless earth.
The boundless earth, so that thousands of rumbling earth machine, hundreds of millions of up and down swinging silver glittering hoe, it is from the harsh winter cold ` grip, liberated. It opens its dark chest and gasps, waiting for its sustenance.
Billions of quintals of fertilizer: from pigsties, cowsheds, factory boilers, and the corners of houses, it gathered, cart after cart, quintal after quintal. The earth gobbled and ate, wiped the corners of the mouth and sweat beads on the face, stood up and stretched out strong arms to embrace millions of fat children, holding them tightly in their arms.
These are the children of rice, the children of wheat, the children of cotton Laughing and yelling crowded in this soft and deep chest, the aroma of the earth, smoked them a little dizzy, they could not help shaking each other and calling out to call: "brothers, sisters, it is too crowded, let me go out to evacuate the evacuation of it! "
Vaguely they heard the sound of spring streamers waving high in the sky; from the millions of tiny skylights, they saw the golden mist of spring sunshine.
They jumped as high as they could with joy! They burrowed upward as hard as they could, and easily burrowed out of the deep mud. They stood still, took a deep breath of the joy-filled fragrance of spring, and leisurely stretched out their two tender green winged leaves.
Over them, looking at them with love and affection, there are wrapped in a flower cloth headscarf smiling out of the wine whirlpools, but also wearing overalls smiling young man, but also holding up a cigarette packet in the pointing and quoting the grandfather
It turns out that they have been waiting for the impatient again!
Spring was high in the sky and took it all in. He smiled and said to himself, "These people who live twenty years as if it were a day, you are hurrying, and time is hurrying you! "
Spring brokers on the spring streamer quickly and again go his way in the clouds. We have no more work to do in the mountains, or in the plains, or in the oceans of our country!
Yokohama we have woken up the spring!
Ice heart describes the spring of the prose to appreciate Part 3
Last year, late winter, I wrote to a distant friend, said: "I want to try to swallow this year's spring in Beiping."
This year's spring in Beiping came particularly late, and in the spring is not yet know where the time, look up and suddenly see the yellow dust in the green leaves, willow wadding, only to realize that in the thick dust and sand after the yellow curtain, spring has not yet shown, has quietly far away.
The world is like this -
Last winter was particularly cold, and also seemed particularly long. Every night, sitting alone under the lamp, listening to the window of the angry wind, the small building vibration, feel the body heart, there is not a trace of warmth, a winter, all the joy, vivacity, strength, life, seems to be frozen huddled in the depths of each cell. I was bored and comforted myself by saying, "Wait, winter is coming, spring can still be far away?"
However, the winds, snow, and the ranks of winter are unexpectedly long, and there seems to be no end to it. One day when I saw the ice on the lake soften, my heart suddenly rejoiced and said, "Spring is coming!" That night, the north wind swept up yellow sand from all over the sky and angrily pounced on my window, blowing the spring in my heart away again. One day I saw the willow tips turning yellow, and in the afternoon of that day, it was raining cold rain that was not snow, and at dusk, the clothes of winter were on me again. One day I saw the peach blossom in the yard, that day just after noon, from the southeast of the sky, instantly covered with dark yellow clouds, followed by a thousand branches of the wind, this just put the stamen of the spring Ying, and buried in the indifferent yellow dust ......
Ninety days to look at the end of the - I don't believe in spring!
A couple of friends said, "Go to Dajue Temple to see the apricot blossoms." Although I have never gotten the news of spring in my heart, I also followed everyone to go. To the Butler Ridge, the wind and dust, hundreds of apricot tree branches, a look has been all the remnants of the flowers and stamens; turn to the Dagong, the sunny valley, there are still a few blooming red apricots, but in full bloom in the air has been exhausted, is not that full of red, stamens and stamens of the situation.
I thought, "Spring is gone, it's gone!" I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
On the afternoon of April 30, a friend asked me to go to the Wu family garden in Hangjatun to see the begonias, "and I am glad that the weather is clear" - in retrospect, that day was the only spring in the ninety spring - - the begonias are again the only flowers I have ever seen, and they are the only flowers I have ever seen.
Dong Po hated begonias for their lack of fragrance, but I thought that if the fragrance was not good, I would rather have no fragrance at all. My yard planted a few lilacs and pearl plum, summer and hairpin, fall and chrysanthemums, planted are very regrettable. I regretted planting them because their fragrance gave me a headache and I couldn't keep them in the house. Therefore, among the fragrant flowers, I only love orchids, osmanthus, bean flowers and roses, and among the unscented flowers, begonias are my favorite.
Begonia is light red, red, "happy but not obscene", light white, white, "sad but not sad", and full of green leaves covered, flora and fiber moderately, like a naive, healthy, happy girl, the same is the creator's most pleased works.
In the slanting sun, I was sitting down in front of the trees.
Spring is here!
These four begonias are in front of Huaixin Hall, and the two on the north side are larger, about five or six feet above the eaves of the hall. On these four trees, there are thousands and thousands of delicate and colorful flowers, crowded on the branches in a messy way ......
Have you ever seen the kindergarten after school? From the tiny door, the crowded jumping out gushing dazzling mass of joy, vivacity, strength, and life; this mass of jumping and gushing scattered in the great periphery, in the season of birth into the eternal spring!
The spring that was laboring on the boughs of the begonias made me feel the same at that time.
The hatred for spring in the spring has disappeared, and when I look up with joy, I can see in front of my eyes the rosy spring, the extravagant spring, and the bright and colorful spring - it seems that spring has been wandering around and looking at the tree for 90 days, and it has been blocked by thousands of people, just for the sake of releasing itself today in the branches of the tree, and it has been released freely and freely!
The first time I saw this, I thanked the owner and came back. The spring has been swallowed in the mouth with a lingering fragrance! The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. This year, everywhere in search of spring, always too late, I know that then if you go, it is already "falling red million points of sadness, such as the sea", the spring depression as such, do not have to go to the sea of sadness.
Although ninety days, only one day of spring, and for the spring, seems to have gotten revenge, no longer hate hate hate. Just satisfied, but also feel some regrets, as a child fighting after the search, we can not help but back to anger for joy, but also refused to instantly say goodbye, only back face, head down, pouting and said, "If I had known that you came to coax me to find me, why did you need to ice me there in the first place?"