A famous essay praising spring

Spring is the most timely season throughout the year. The earth recovers, everything grows, and the whole world is full of vitality. The following is my collection of famous essays praising spring, welcome to read for reference!

"Spring Rain" Chu Di looked forward to the whole winter, and finally, you came.

When I open my eyes, your shining figure is shaking in front of my window, and your crisp guttural voice is knocking on my window paper. How to put on your coat and push the door open urgently! I greet you.

Looking at you, my eyes can't shift for a moment; Listen to you, my eardrum never misses a syllable. From the distant horizon to the desolate plain, you struggle for life and death every minute. The joy of life, the fear of death, sings and shouts: Ding Ding Dong Dong. I am really greedy, greedy to hold you and have you. So, I will smell you, smell you, and comfort you with my chapped lips. The anxiety of waiting for many days, when kissing you, is dull and moist.

Come on, dear you. Travel through time with me and see the young people who listened to the rain ten years ago. The West Lake in April, with yellow eyebrows falling, is colorful in the light blue sky and lake light. On the Yanziji that day, I leaned against the "Red Mansion" and dreamed that the old capital of the Six Dynasties was rich and fragrant. You flatter me with the coolness of my cheeks. Do you really want to say goodbye? There is a basket of faint worries in the north carriage, which is from you. From Suzhou to Pennsylvania, only the radio said "Jianghuai" and "Huang Meiyu".

Ten years, I saw the scenery beyond the Great Wall for ten years. The taste of the northland is only available when it is snowing heavily. White branches, white rocks, white glaciers and the arrogance and strength of Huguan Mountain are all among them. Northeasters like to build houses with red bricks, and there is a kind of glitz that is arrogant and not vulture in bright colors. After living for ten years, I have never been used to it, so I have to hang a wind chime outside the window, visit Hanshan Temple in the soft Kunqu Opera at night, and think about the green mountains and green waters in my memory. Jiangnan likes blue bricks, always standing lightly in the fields, and occasionally a rain drops on the tiles, overflowing with a gray tenderness.

Can wind chimes be the rain in my hometown? Can tonight's dream be the same as that of a teenager listening to the rain? Where does the warm current come from? ...

Come on, dear you! Give me a little southern flavor. I can't throw myself into her arms. It is a comfort to be swept away by her eyes.

Looking forward to more than 3,600 days, I still can't set a return date.

Looking forward to the whole winter, you fall from the clouds in your hometown and land on my hair tips, lips and heart. ...

The "hometown spring" in Ling Ke's hometown in March is the most beautiful passage in pastoral poetry.

The Peach Blossom Award welcomes people at the foot of the stream and the fence falls in front of the house. The shade is suitable, and the density is good. Wander around as much as you can and enjoy yourself. You don't have to go all the way to Longhua Temple in Shanghai, where cigarettes are everywhere, and buy them from children who sell flowers and decorations.

Hibernating plants wake up, germinate, and give birth to leaves. They are as green as new and charming as a newly mature girl, unlike the bun of a young woman in midsummer.

Rape flowers are covered with gold, Chinese milk vetch is dyed red everywhere, the soft wind blows the fragrance of grass and pea flowers, and the songs of swallows and orioles forget their worries, …

This wonderful spring has only one meaning to the owner of the earth: "A year's plan lies in spring." Spring doesn't mean poetry to country people, but it breeds dreams and hopes.

The cold winter has passed. Hungry and cold finally survived another year. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, hard-working food is a pearl washed out by sweat, which allows the "old" to go to the countryside in a big boat and return home with a full load. I gritted my teeth, tightened my belt, survived the difficulty of paying the rent, and paid my debts. Finally, spring is slowly coming.

Thank god! Now it is rare for someone to catch their breath, take off their torn cotton-padded jacket, go shirtless and work in the warm sun.

Holding a hoe, turning mud and grass, hoeing a dream, hoping for a rare good year. Although the bleak situation is almost worse than last year, warm spring always brings people waves of joy and relaxation.

In March, life will be as easy as usual. "Spring flowers" have mushroomed: as soon as bamboo shoots are on the market, peas and broad beans begin to pod, and the rich love to taste new things; The rapeseed has been harvested, and the wheat harvest is not far away. Spring river water heating, fresh fish and shrimp in season, as long as you have time to go fishing. ..... Dry pockets are more active, but after the spring, we have to prepare for Duanyang Festival to pay off debts, rent cattle to buy fertilizer, and cultivate fields and grow rice in the scorching sun. Digging for meat to mend sores depends on the eyes.

Those who have children at home are sent to the slope of Lingtou all day, with a pair of scissors, a small basket and three or five companions, sitting on the lush grass, carefully cutting shepherd's purse, Malan beans and yellow flowers from weeds, or picking pine flowers in the mountains, and singing naughty songs for recreation while working:

Shepherd's purse and Malan bean, my sister married Heng (back door); I will fix the broken back door in spring, and I will fix the heads of two grandmothers.

Girls can sing sentient beings and righteous folk songs:

Rape flowers are like gold, radish flowers are like silver, grass flowers are like purple, sesame flowers are like nine lotus lanterns, and bean flower has a little black conscience. No wonder my dad wants to stay married.

There is a folk song in my hometown: "Lantern in the first month, harrier in February, beautiful boat on the grave in March."

February is the festival for Li people to sweep graves. It is a great pleasure for children to pick wild vegetables to meet people who come from the city to sweep graves. Everyone was very happy and plunged into the crowd, watching the well-dressed brothers and sisters, grandmothers and wives spread out their sacrifices, lit the red candles in the phoenix lanterns and bowed down to the graves one by one. Greeting the bride and groom, first year ancestor worship, rich families and bands playing. The sacrifice is over. As usual, people who go to the grave will give those "fruits on the grave"-germinated beans, sesame cakes, steamed bread, sugar cane and water chestnuts to the children who are watching, which is a blessing. There were firecrackers on the grave, and the firecrackers that fell from the sky to the ground were picked up by the children and put in the basket. Talking and laughing, I went to pick wild vegetables again.

After waiting for a basket full of tribbians, they rushed to town to sell fresh ones in exchange for a tinkling copper coin to take home to their parents.

Because of the generosity of nature, the field is busy at this time, not too tight, and life is more comfortable. -In our country. Farmers are more bitter than old cows. No matter how bitter it is, as long as there is a bitter mouth, you will be satisfied. They will never think, nor dare to think, how far the life of "rent-collecting old people" is from them. They believe that everything is predestined, so they should send and receive, and entrust their hopes to their ancestors and gods.

In March, there were many social dramas in the countryside to worship God.

According to the rules and regulations of previous years, enthusiastic villagers headed by them will go door-to-door to raise money. No matter how poor farmers are, they will not be stingy with this donation.

On the day of the performance, the village was busy and in full swing. Every household buys wine, vegetables and incense, while offering sacrifices to their ancestors, and goes to the grave to give incense to the mountains. In the afternoon, when the social drama begins, girls and sisters-in-law will take advantage of this rare opportunity to put on new clothes made of red and green earth cloth and sit squarely in the stands made of door panels in advance to watch the play. However, few housewives can go to the theater at leisure, because they have to greet the guests carefully.

The owner of the town may take advantage of the convenience of sweeping the grave and stop the grave boat to watch the play. At this time, he will make a pot of tea, send melon seeds and peanuts, yellow flower fruit cakes and muffins made of rural soil. In the evening, we will set out the wine and dishes that we invited our ancestors to entertain guests.

As usual, the night show is much more lively than during the day. Most of the people who came to see the play were idle people in nearby villages, as well as guys from rice shops, oil candle shops and grocery stores in the town. After seeing the opening "head grab" (all five stars), the owners of each family went down to the stage to find a few familiar shopkeepers, enthusiastically pulled them to their homes, set dishes and snacks with the small table in front of them, and just sat down, the housewife sent out a big pot of "three years old" and drunk the guests with the sound of gongs and drums.

They invited the guests with the greatest sincerity, and the guests gave up: "Oh, old eight pounds, stop pulling, and the vest sleeves have been pulled off!" " "When I arrived, I always thanked him with a loud smile. This kind of hospitality is of some use. The Dragon Boat Festival can be more flexible in collecting accounts in rural areas, and it can also take a little advantage in transactions.

In the past, besides acting, there was also a god worshipper.

The welcome party is of course more lively. In our hometown, Zhang Shenhui in March is the most famous. From the fifth day to the sixth day, there are two days of meetings during the day, parties at night, performances, pontoons and fireworks. The scene of the carnival is still vague in my dream. However, this kind of meeting was put out at least in 1978, and now even social dramas are rarely heard. The life of farmers is getting worse every year. Although they still believe in God and Buddhism, they are unable to take care of these. -"New Life Movement" Lantern Festival is held everywhere this year. At first, I thought that Zhang Shenhui from my hometown might take this opportunity to go out and meet him. But no. It's just the Spring Festival of the earth, once a year. I still go to see the thatched cottage affectionately.

Spring makes people more fantasy and dream. Those honest farmers struggle year after year, like colorful flowers, weaving their poor dreams everywhere.

In March, they were excited and optimistic; After March, they will struggle hard with their lives in real disasters.

? Spring in Peiping Zhou Zuoren Spring in Peiping 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 intention of getting rich. Chen Jia in Guangxu 1904 was still a little girl, except that I wrote a poem in Jiangnan Naval Academy at that time:

"In addition to a year, the scenery of Shu is miserable. 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 the next New Year's Eve, I made another cloud like this:

"The east wind of fireworks is good in March, the clouds in Qian Shan are quiet, the winter is the most ruthless, and there is a spring outing in the Ming Dynasty." The same is true of this poem, but it can be said that I love spring forever. 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. The gengzi year March 16th diary cloud:

"In the morning, I took a boat out of Dongguomen and walked ten miles to the mountain around the door. Today, it is called East Lake, which was built by Mr. Tao. The dike is 200 feet long, and all kinds of trees are weeping willows and Ligustrum lucidum in Chiba, which attracts many tourists. Go another 30 miles to Fusheng step, take the bucket bridge, cross the city line for 3 miles, cross the ridge, about 1000 steps. There are many cowherd flowers and several plantains in Yingshan. The flowers are blue *, shaped like tofu, solid 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. I will enter the city gate, and suddenly it will be like ink, lightning and thunder, and it will rain cats and dogs, and I will not rest at 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 has changed slightly, and spring never seems to exist independently. If it is not the head of summer, it is better to call it the end of winter. In a word, it's rare for us to wander around casually when the weather is sunny, but it will get hot 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. In my hometown, spring is always interesting. Although it was thirty or forty years ago, I don't know what it is now. As for winter, I don't like the winter in my hometown thirty or forty years ago: 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.

? Spring in Beijing Gu Qingsheng

Spring in Beijing is extremely difficult to grasp. In March, the branches are green, and in April, the peach blossoms bloom during the Spring Festival. This situation is not far from the cities in the south. The difference is that Beijing still can't get rid of winter clothes in spring. In spring in Beijing, it didn't rain, but the wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky. When the yellow sand is filled, I only feel very dark, and people are walking in the street, covered in dust. In this case, how can anyone recite "it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival"? When people go out on such a day, they just feel embarrassed, their hair is gray and yellow, their faces are rough, and their expressions are weird because of the yellow sand. Is it just that there is no poetic interest, or even wandering interest? The same is true this spring. I have been hiding in my humble abode to write novels these days. It's really hard for me to write novels to avoid the beautiful spring. I think spring is always a good time to play. If spring comes and you don't play, it's really a waste of time and life. But after all, this is a helpless move, so we have to write novels and drink a little wine. Or listen to a good song or two, a good tune or two, and then spend a little money to compensate for the spring scenery.

For things, people's thinking is afraid to have a fixed model. In spring in Beijing, it doesn't rain, there is sand, and there will be strong winds. A lot of bad things are gathered together, and I thought to myself, spring, go quickly. But I never imagined that today was finally inevitable and I had to go out for something, so I made up my mind to go out and ride my bike. I thought to myself, if you let the yellow sand sweep away, I will cross Chang 'an Avenue once. Out of the door, turn around the residential building and reach the top of the road. Meng Ding felt that the dust was gone, and the bright sunshine shone on the flower beds on both sides of the street. The flowers on the tree are in full bloom, and there is a kind of enthusiasm that is not gorgeous. Even the grass on the flower bed soil has propped up a handful of small pholiota adiposa, and the leaves are green enough to drip juice. There is no wind, only the sun shines quietly, and the catkins like snowflakes and goose down are fluttering. Under the extremely blue sky, for an instant, I feel that spring in Beijing is really beautiful. It is so beautiful, so bright and so gorgeous that people think it is in a dream, not in reality. Is it really spring in Beijing? Bicycles turn on the road and pass cars and pedestrians, which makes people feel real, especially in reality. Therefore, this just doesn't feel right in Beijing's spring. It turns out that spring in Beijing is not completely dusty and windy. I also think it is completely wrong to avoid it for several days in a row, and the pain of avoiding it is not worth it. Besides, I missed such a beautiful spring. How much less good mood?

After that, I finally corrected my bad impression of Beijing's spring, and figured out that not singing "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" also means "wanting to break my soul", and I can also experience the beautiful time endowed by nature. I feel much better. I ride my bike well and fly like a butterfly among flowers. I can't help sighing from my heart about this picturesque capital. How can I make a poem to praise you? A strong wind and a few grains of yellow sand almost ruined my true understanding of Beijing spring, which is really a bad thing. Then I remembered that I lived in Beijing. If I pass by Beijing once in my long life, it will be a day full of yellow sand, and I will never have a chance to come to Beijing again, that will be bad. It is unfair to think that there will be yellow sand in Beijing.

Think about it, and another question comes to mind. If you pass by Beijing occasionally in your life, it is also spring, and you come and go in a hurry. It was such a sunny day, such a complete beauty, but you didn't see the yellow sand. Do you want to praise Beijing for its beautiful spring? This is another possibility. Fortunately, such an impression has nothing to do with the passage of life, but a natural landscape. How to avoid it? It is terrible for a person to have such an impression on a person. In life, how many of us have to meet each other in a hurry, make friends or break up is such a one-sided understanding, thinking that our minds are clear, the field is fleeting, and people are either fooled or unaware until they die. This situation is not without biting. From this, we thought of this one-sided problem, which we can't escape. If we don't observe for a long time, it seems that we can't see through the essence of things, but we can see clearly after a lifetime. It is this spring, south and north, east and west, similar but not similar. What kind of mood do you want to see? For example, if there is no sunny rain, for a person who grew up in the south, he will eventually feel something missing in his heart. And even if these are not important, as far as the spring in Beijing is concerned, is the spring in Beijing exactly the same? In this world, too many things are just similar rather than the same. It is indeed our habitual thinking to designate similarity as the same.

Spring in Beijing really has its two sides, which also provides us with the possibility of one-sided understanding, thinking about how many things in a person's life should be viewed one-sidedly.