Prose about spring

Soft, grass blowing trouser legs, the breath of spring is so close to the skin. Dewdrops stayed. They landed on the tip of the leaf and refused to slide down. And the color of spring, bright and light. Don't be too anxious, move your steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, like a touch of paint in spring. Are you afraid to disturb some dreams and whispers, or are you afraid?

Melody of spring (four chapters) (2008-3-2616:13:15,65)

What power can the melody of spring have to stop you from coming? The east wind between heaven and earth is your firm step. You stand on tiptoe and come across mountains and rivers. The spring water rose, dancing and singing softly in the mountains; The branches are green, which makes the spirit of spring fly everywhere. Liu's flute is very tender.

Spring is coming

Bathed in fresh sunshine and rain, watching life flourish, my poems began to exude the fragrance of spring. I can't describe it. In spring, an angry seed comes out of the ground, and I seem to see the jingle of bloom. The children are flying with the kites they are chasing, but they can't get rid of the strings. On the elegant wicker by the lake, stop

Eagle City's beautiful home is in spring.

March is the season of spring. Everything recovers in a beautiful spring, stepping on the budding grass, listening to the spring breeze, singing birds and flowers, and watching a romantic and beautiful picture of spring. I am walking in Pingdingshan New Town, with a gentle and pleasant mood like spring. This is a beautiful new city with beautiful homeland and beautiful fields.

Childhood spring (March 25, 2008, 23: 33: 34, 65)

It's not too deep or dull. When spring comes, it can never arouse your feelings for spring. My spring is in childhood. When I was a child, I was like a bud in spring, eagerly stretching my legs and feet and throwing myself into the embrace of spring. I sing, I laugh, I make noise. Now, walking in spring

I got lost in spring (March 25th, 200817:17:19,65).

My shadow is black, my body is yellow, and my blood keeps rushing on me, like the blue sea burning in the sunset glow, hissing and screaming, producing nameless rage. In the spring of 2008, China's land, coast and sky were burning wildly ... lush.

Liu Di in Spring (Chapter 1)

Begging ... begging ... The children in the village are playing the willow flute in spring again. This flute is melodious and melodious, and it turns from yellow to green all the way in spring. It can be said that spring comes to the world step by step on the children's long flute rhyme. Spring stops on the branches of willow trees and releases the news of its arrival to people who are looking forward to spring.

Those spring flowers

"Those Flowers in Spring" Someone is moving under the flower tree. Every year, different people are looking for this kind of weakness, mystery and femininity. Every spring, the warm sunshine pushes away the hidden fragrance and opens the flow under the ice. People are temporarily dizzy at the moment.

Written in the spring of 2008 (8: 31:58,65 on March 25th, 2008)

It's late at night and I can't sleep. Trains "clang, clang" one after another. Outside are crawling mountains, like animals sleeping in winter, quiet and latent wildness. This parting Valentine's Day is doomed to silence, but my thoughts are dragged forward and I can't stop.

Spring in Chongqing (March 24, 2008 at 22: 22: 32, 65)

I like the spring in Chongqing, because it is short-lived, which makes people cherish it all the more and often miss it. Her brevity is not seasonal, because the 24 solar terms will not change because of Chongqing's unique geographical location; It's not on the calendar either Spring on the calendar is still a quarter of a year. She is a person with feelings. When Chongqing was still in spring, I

Thoughts in Spring (24 March 2008, 20: 36:12,65)

At noon the day before yesterday, I went back to my dormitory and suddenly saw an unknown small tree at the head of the house, which was full of flowers. I stopped for a long time. The petals are pink, the branches are uneven, and the breeze is Xu Lai, swaying. Although it is cloudy, my heart is clear. It suddenly occurred to me that I saw "No Spring, Straw Shoes Break the Clouds" when I was in college. When I came back, I smiled and twisted plum blossoms, and the spring was already on the branches. Savor its taste carefully and feel at ease.

Memories of spring

The sunshine in March is always bright. Those green carpet-like wheat seedlings and those golden brocade-like rape flowers are all shining with scales. It makes people feel soft and ignorant. I clearly remember that morning, I hurried home from boarding school. Mother was surprised. Why did she come back? I kept silent. Father seems to understand my mind, press a way:

The fallen leaves in spring were made on March 8, 2008 (March 22, 200817:16: 02,65).

The big trees in spring will also lose their leaves, but those that fall should be thanked, and those that fall should also fall. For thousands of years, regrets will always appear. Even the noble osmanthus tree on the moon is still full of lost disappointment. Maybe we can realize the equality of all beings before life and death.

When spring comes again

Come back in spring, warm bloom, and the world will reappear. Flowers and palm fragrance, natural water beauty. But this is an ocean of mourning. I think of my mother's eyes that shed tears all the year round. Does wind bring tears to distant graves and grasslands?

You came quietly in spring.

Although I haven't seen you, I have known you since a blooming sunflower. Although you didn't come to see me, I feel that you opened a volume of "Qian Qian Love Song" and a song "Write for Spring" in front of me anytime and anywhere, which made the sad and dusty thoughts of March spit out a little green on the branches.

Love songs in spring

The sun awakens the sleeping northern feather of light, reflecting the wings of pigeons, and can no longer resist the impulse of long-term accumulation. The river of season is helpless, and the bridge of time is full of desire. The ice wall cracked and the weathering disappeared in an instant.

Through the grassland in spring (March 22, 200811:08: 05, 65)

Wandering in this fragrant grassland belonging to youth, it should belong to a beautiful habitat. When the morning light quivers on the tip of the grass, pearls are shining. You don't need to bend down like a sheep. You can slowly study the days of youth with the morning light that moistens your wings for ten times.

Spring by the river

Su Dongpo's poem said that "the duck prophet of spring river plumbing" is actually more than "duck". It is the wind, grass, wood and people's mood that truly experience spring. No, I walked on the Shili cloister on the Hanjiang dam at the weekend, and obviously felt that the breath of spring was already very strong. Walking on the promenade of Hanjiang dam, I can see the shadow of spring.

The sound of spring

1, grass, has been lurking in the belly of the land, eavesdropping on the news about spring. The spring breeze, with the moist smell of the south and the faint fragrance of flowers, also swayed from the newly thawed plain. I don't know which naughty one heard it first. "pa"! It can't wait to break the belly of the earth and stick out its elf little head. This "pa"

The spring of life

The weather is so warm that even the last breath of winter is washed away by the rain. Spring has come, and swallows are calling with warmth and low flying. What are they calling for? Spring silkworms should be urged to break their cocoons The trees are full of winter jasmine. With the passion of spring, people began to take off their thick cotton-padded clothes and put on light clothes. They like this season.