Prose describing spring

A masterpiece of spring prose 1: Zhou Zuoren's Spring in Beiping.

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 the 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? "

Famous Essays in Spring 2: Yang Shuo's Essay "Spring on the Gobi Desert"

It's the end of April. If you want to be in Beijing, it's a good season for flowers to 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 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.