A famous writer's famous article about spring.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.

"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

2. Lin Qingxuan's "The Taste of Sunshine"

I met a young farmer in a sunny town in the south.

It was late spring and the rice had just been harvested. In spring, golden sunshine pours on the warm land, morning glory lingers on the fence, birds chase the trees in the ridge, and bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest break through the ground. It is really a very happy feeling in the world to listen carefully to the sound of plants emerging from the ground and growing in the sun.

I sat next to the rice ridge with the farmer, and the rice was already spread in the field. Due to the sunshine, the rice shone with golden luster, and the farmer's skin was stained with a thick copper color. I am a guest of the farmer's house. Just now, we poured out the rice together and leveled it with a plow-not leveled, but pushed it into hill piles, ridge after ridge, so that the rice on both sides of the "mountain range" could bask in the sun at the same time.

Millet seems to have been dried like this for thousands of years, because when the sun shines and the eight-claw rake pushes the ridge line into the original valley bottom, the rice turns over and all the millet buried in it turns to the sunny side-this is more effective and balanced than the plane, which is simply a philosophy of Yin and Yang.

The farmer fanned the sweat on his face with his hat and turned to me and said, "Take a deep breath." I took a deep breath and spit it out slowly.

He said, "Do you smell anything?"

"What I smell is rice, which is a little fragrant." I said.

He smiled and said, "This is not the smell of rice, but the smell of sunshine."

The smell of sunshine? I looked at him puzzled.

The young farmer led me to the middle of the rice, reached out and grabbed a handful of sunny millet, told me to sniff hard, and the ripe aroma of rice jumped into my chest; Then, he grabbed a handful of muddy millet and buried it in it for me to smell, without fragrance. This experiment surprised me deeply, and I felt the magic of sunshine. Why is it that only suntanned millet has fragrance? The young farmer said that he didn't know, and he found it by accident while turning rice in the sun.

At that time, he was still a college student. During the summer vacation, he occasionally helps and imagines the colorful life in the city. As he basked in the sun in the valley, he found the fragrance of the sun, which made him determined to stay in his hometown. We sat at the dinner table and talked about the smell of sunshine. Then I almost smelled the clothes I had just dried when I was a child, the newly dried quilt and the newly dried calligraphy and painting. The smell of light flowed from my childhood. Since the dryer appeared, the smell of clothes has disappeared in my memory. I never thought it was sunshine.

The farmer has his own philosophy. He said, "You urbanites should not underestimate the sunshine. When there is sunshine, the air tastes different. Just say the flowers are fragrant. Did you distinguish the flowers in the sun from those in the house? "

I said, "What about cordate telosma and epiphyllum?"

He smiled even more proudly. "It's a fragrance, not strong."

I just sat on the edge of the rice ridge, taking deep breaths again and again, hoping to taste the fragrance of the sun. Seeing that I am so serious, the farmer said, "In fact, you don't need to take a deep breath to smell it, but your sense of smell has deteriorated in the city."

3. Zhou Zuoren's Beiping Spring

Spring in Beiping seems to have begun, although I don't think so yet. Ten days have passed in beginning of spring, and now it is the beginning of 6963. With cloth sleeves draped over your shoulders, the poor should have the meaning of wealth. 1904 Guangxu Chen Jia is a small exception. At that time, I once wrote a poem in Jiangnan Naval Academy: "What if you divide it in one year?" A hundred years old is a good leisure, which is a reminder to the sun. If it weren't for Toona sinensis, it would be like fungus. Live in groups when you die. Where can I ask for mental stupidity? "

But on New Year's Eve the next day, I wrote another poem: "In March, the east wind of fireworks is good, the clouds in Qian Shan are quiet, the winter is the most ruthless, and spring is bright." This poem is the same, but it shows that I have always loved spring.

What's good about spring? To say its strength and moral significance, it is best to look up the lyric words of the blind poet Ai Xianhe. I wrote both the original Esperanto and the translated Esperanto, so I remember that there is naturally no need to copy it here. The beauty of spring is the beauty of the senses, which should be appreciated directly. It's no use singing hymns behind closed doors. Let's give up the abstract words here for the time being.

Let me talk about my own experiences about spring, all of which are related to travel. Although the ancients sang spring in birdsong, I still felt the impression of spring from other aspects, that is, water, flowers and trees. By the way, maybe this is the fundamental reason for living. When I was a child, I always had some opportunities to travel in spring. Grave-sweeping and incense market are two main things, the only way is through water, and most of them are in mountains and fields, so there will be no shortage of water and flowers.

Shi Xiang is a public action, represented by the censer peak in the south of Yu Miao. Grave-sweeping is private, and places like Huiji Wushitoutiao Racecourse are still representative spring scenes in my memory.

On March 16, Gengzi's diary said: "In the morning, I took a boat out of Dongguomen and walked ten miles to the mountain outside the door, which is now called East Lake. It was built by Mr Tao Yun Xin, and the dam is 200 feet long. All the trees in Chiba are planted with weeping willows and Ligustrum lucidum, which attracts many tourists. It's another 30 miles to the Fusheng Department. The bridge crosses the city line for three miles and crosses the ridge, about a thousand steps. There are many cowherd flowers and several plantains in Yingshan. These flowers are blue and shaped like tofu. They are strong and can be used as medicine. All roads are bamboo forests, and the unearthed bamboo kiss is thicker than the bowl mouth, only two or three inches long, which is quite impressive.

Suddenly I heard a cock crow, the pavilion rang and the valley rang. I asked the bearers, What is the cloud? After two more miles, I crossed a stream several feet wide. The water didn't reach the liver, and people in the world surged across the river. The boulder in the water is as big as a goose egg, neat and gratifying. Walk a mile or two to the grave. There are many pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, which are quite strong. It was drizzling in the closet during the party sacrifice, but it was sunny and foggy. Go down for lunch and sail in the afternoon. When I was about to enter the city gate, suddenly the sky was like ink, lightning and thunder, and the rain poured down, coming home. "

There is no point in bringing up the past. Here is an example to illustrate my thoughts on spring outing. As a resident of a water town, we are usually not very novel about water, so we must go to a nearby stream to enjoy it. However, we are too familiar with water all our lives, and there is a mutual affection. There seems to be water in the beautiful and joyful background of life, followed by plants born of water, birds and insects.

I don't like birds and insects, but they can't live without vegetation. Vegetation is not only food, but also a necessary sustenance. Even if birds sing spring, they must be singing on the branches or grasslands. If you carve a golden cage and lock it, people will always feel bored no matter how you sing it.

Don't worry. To tell the truth, I have lived in Beijing and Peiping for 20 years, which is not too long, but I have no experience in spring outing. Although Miaofeng Mountain is very busy, it is still too busy to see it. Walking on a clear day, you can only hear wild crying. The lack of moisture in Beiping reduces the quality of spring. However, the climate changes slightly, and spring does not seem to exist independently. If it is not the beginning of summer, it can also be called the end of winter. In a word, the wind and warm days make it rare for us to wander around at will, and it will heat up when we feel not cold.

However, this spring has natural seasons. First, it is clearly the spring after beginning of winter, not to mention the beginning of spring in the solar terms has passed. Second, of course, the appearance of creatures is evidence of spring. Niu Shan, a monk, said in a poem, "Spring calls cats". People are just lazy in spring, which the elegant people call spring sleep, which seems to be another expression.

Therefore, Beiping still has its spring, but it is a little too hasty and humid, which sometimes makes people too late to taste it, and sometimes it is a bit boring. Although it is called spring, it is really the end of winter, or the head of summer. Anyway, although the two are far apart on the surface, they are actually the same for those who don't admit that it is spring. I still like winter in Beiping. Spring in my hometown is always interesting. Although it was thirty or forty years ago, I don't know what it is like now.

As for winter, even in my hometown thirty or forty years ago, I don't like it: those people with boils on their hands and feet wake up in the middle of the night and feel uncomfortable hanging in the air, and there will be no paper houses in Peiping. If you don't feel bitter and cold in the house, there is an advantage in winter, which can make people do things: hands are not frozen, and there is no need to burn inkstones and pens, which is good for us writers. Although there is almost no spring in Beiping, I am not dissatisfied. Gaiwu has used winter reading instead of spring outing for a long time.

4. Yang Shuo's prose "Spring on the Gobi Desert"

It's the end of April. If you want to be in Beijing, it's a good season for bloom. But on the Gobi desert, the solar terms are still early. As soon as you get out of Jiayuguan, you can see endless sand and stones, and there are only clumps of camel grass everywhere, which are slightly green. There are cyclones everywhere, one after another, and how high the yellow sand is rolled up, like huge smoke rising from the flat ground, spinning in the desert.

It is said that the weather changes, the wind blows together, and snowflakes float in the air. Close to the southwest of Gobi Desert is the undulating Qilian Mountain, which is covered with snow in dog days.

But no matter how far you go, no matter how cold and desolate you are, you will also see the miracle that our people have created for our motherland. On this Gobi Desert and under this Qilian Mountain, our people drilled oil from the ground and built an excellent "oil city" in the desert. This is Yumen oil mine.

Do not believe, you stand on a high hill at night, and when you open your eyes, the Gobi desert is full of electric lights, which are denser than the stars in the sky. There is a red light on the northern horizon, and the refinery is refining oil. You will say to yourself, "What a wonderful place! What is it like in the desert?

But we are still in the desert. Every brick, every stone and every drop of oil here is stained with the sweat of our people and hides their lives. We can't help thanking those geological exploration teams. In order to continue to search for oil for the motherland, they rode camels, carried yurts and dry food, and went deep into the desolate desert, and no one was seen for several days.

Only antelopes in the desert and wild horses in the mountains sometimes face them face to face. I have seen such a group of people, mostly young boys and girls, who have not left school for a long time. There are several lesbians who love to talk and laugh, all of whom are from Jiangnan. The captain named Deng told me that when she just left Shanghai for the northwest, lesbians sometimes felt that the food was unclean and would rather be hungry than eat.

Feng Gang blows their faces and hands. The terrain here is high and the air is thin. If you move, you will suffocate. Their love for their motherland made them forget everything. They are also worried about their jobs. When the exploration results are not good, you can see that there is no sound when you come back from the wild As long as you have a little achievement, you should show it to people all over the world and laugh heartily.

That's how it happened. The comrades of the exploration team are measuring the terrain with instruments. A Mongolian passing by on a camel will jump down and ask, "Did you get the oil?" Even in the desert, people care about their labor. They understand this and they are willing to dedicate their youth to the cause of the people. What a nice young man.

We should remember thousands of oil workers more. Wherever oil structures are found, they go to drill wells. Once, a team named Wang and I left the long-lost "oil city" and walked into Qilian Mountain. As early as in the barren hills, workers installed machines, built drilling platforms and drilled oil wells day and night with big rigs. Everyone wore shiny aluminum helmets and high-heeled cowhide boots. Looks very brave.

I smiled and said, "Are you no longer like a soldier?"

Wang said: "The People's Volunteers are lying on the front line of Korea in the ice and snow. What is this? "

In fact, the struggle between workers and nature is also very difficult. In the twelfth month, the Gobi desert was snowed and the stone collapsed. The workers had to operate the drilling rig in the open air all night. It's so cold that if you touch the machine with your hand, your gloves will get dirty. Take a break.

Still resting? Volunteers are fighting ahead, tanks or cars, which can't be gasoline? In addition, we are also building the motherland. Who cares about rest?

They will not rest, just as tenacious and brave as soldiers fighting. There are really soldiers among the trainees. I met a young man named Cai Guangqing, with a red face and fine eyes. I didn't know that he had participated in the war of liberation until I asked him.

Now, in his own words, "We will go wherever Chairman Mao tells us to go." On the production front, the demobilized soldier fully demonstrated his fighting spirit. He said to me: "It is no longer difficult for our troops to come down and fight. I am not afraid of anything but learning. "

When I heard that I came back from the front line of North Korea to visit the construction of the motherland, Cai Guangqing grabbed my hand and said, "Go back and tell the comrades that we will open Qilian Mountain and rush into Gobi, let oil flow like a river, support the front line and build our motherland!"

This is not just rhetoric, it is with this spirit that our people have developed the underground treasure of the motherland. Not only new wells are drilled here, but also abandoned wells are repaired. How many good oil fields have been destroyed by the reactionary Kuomintang government? At that time, the enemy only knew to ask for oil and drill wells indiscriminately. Oil will suddenly gush out of the ground and continue to gush for several weeks, and the oil layer will be destroyed and the well will be abandoned. Are the property of the motherland. Who can throw them away? Liu Gongzhi, an old worker, is an expert in workover.

After the repair, mud gushed out of the well. Spray on hands and face. It's too hot. The skin is burnt. Liu Gongzhi has a plain surface and a clever mind. According to his experience, he thinks this is a mud jet at the top of underground gas, not an oil layer. Spray it, spray it, and he will still command workover with burns. One bite, two bites ... the abandoned oil well came back to life, and oil gushed out of the ground like a fountain.

Oil-it takes a lot of labor of our people to drill out of the ground, refine it into different oils and transport it to every corner of the motherland. A drop of oil and a drop of sweat, every drop of oil is the blood that our motherland needs. I can't forget a scene. One night, I was driving an oil mine car on the northwest street. Along the way, I saw all the big trucks carrying oil with lights on.

Coming and going, day and night, very nervous. This scene is very similar to what I saw on the night of the Korean battlefield. The car driver sitting next to me is a very capable young man. Ran away with the car whining. I looked out of the car, and both sides of the road were dark and desolate.

I can't help but say loudly, "How fast are you driving!"

The driver replied loudly, "We want to run for a goal."

I asked again, "Are you going to see Mr. Zhang?"

The driver shook his head and shouted, "No, it's still far."

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a diary in the driver's seat when I got on the bus. I once picked up my diary and flipped through it. I remember the first page saying, "To build a socialist society ..." I leaned over the driver's ear and shouted with a smile, "Are you moving towards the goal of socialism?"

The driver grinned. I looked out of the car again. For a moment, I felt that there were no more distant traffic jams on both sides of the road, as if there were trees, flowers and people everywhere. In fact, spring has quietly entered the Gobi Desert through camel grass, Achnatherum splendens and Salix. But I also saw another kind of spring. This is not an ordinary spring. This is a splendid sight that our people have begun to create.

5. Ye Shengtao's Spring in the South of the Yangtze River

Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm.

Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and scattered villages are unsinkable ships; The winding rivers criss-cross, the willow branches along the river spit out buds, and asparagus also emerges to make the leaves clear. The calm river wakes up from the innocence of winter and is covered with the colors of nature.

It's really fascinating. All the mountains and rivers love each other. In the sunny noon, you can still see groups of fish swimming underwater, motionless, just like a submarine fleet waiting for the wind to rise. At this time, the whole insect world is setting off an extremely huge liberation movement. Every second, hundreds of millions of lives rush out of the hibernating shell. Spring is so vibrant and colorful!