Poetry and Prose: The Long Summer

Everyone knows the prose in ordinary daily life, right? Prose is characterized by expressing the author's views and feelings through the description of some fragments or events in real life. In order to help you better understand prose, here are my poems and essays: Chang Xia, I hope it will help you.

Poetry and Prose: Long Summer 1 Long Summer Today.

Early in the morning, I walked east along Jinzhou Avenue in front of the administrative center. In summer, I seem to feel the pulse of this city. The pace is very slow, whether old or young, walking on the road is so leisurely. Even if someone runs by occasionally, regardless of the speed, the rhythm in my mind is exactly the same, slowly and slowly.

Inadvertently, Chang Xia passed away. After a few days of warm rain washing day and night, Miancheng, which came out of the darkness, regained its vitality under the sunshine bath. This city, after a night's rest, began to face a new day with confidence, in order to entertain all the people who came here.

Turn right at Ningxiang Avenue and reach the river. The mother river Yongjiang, which twists and turns day and night, is a song that can never be sung. Beautiful notes, green or blue or transparent, flow all the time. With the breeze, the banks of the river are pulled up, the willows stretch, the camphor trees stretch, the flowers sway, the grass fluctuates, the pavilions are unique ... everything is like a sigh.

Miancheng is an ancient and brand-new city dotted with Hunan, Hunan and Chu. Lianjiang is a magnificent winding river, like a jade belt passing through the city center. If possible, please allow me to stop in time and space from now on.

The soft sunshine scattered the early summer light from the sky, giving the city a warm hug. On the street, the traffic is like a shuttle, and passers-by are covered with gold. In the flower bed, the trees on the street are all in full bloom with green and swaying clouds, and there are clusters of pink, white and lavender ... A hundred flowers are blooming and ten thousand flowers are blooming. Full of artistic conception, I can't help but linger.

Look forward to it, a passionate day slows down and is indifferent; Relax and be calm in the warm season. There is no doubt that the burning years, the best days of the city, will eventually be in midsummer, free from bondage and prosperous.

Very well, today's long summer, rich hymns will not be far away, never indefinitely.

Poetry: The second chapter of the long summer, the spring is fading, and the long summer is coming. "The bucket refers to the southeast, and the dimension is long in summer. Everything grows here, hence the name Long Summer. " When people are still talking about the dust in the spring breeze, the heat of summer comes quietly with bursts of thunder. It's like the cold winter is already summer, and the peach blossoms on the lake are red and fall to the ground in the blink of an eye. Spring has gone and spring has come, and angelica has come in summer.

The beauty of a long summer lies in hope. Spring in the north is short and ambiguous. As the beginning of the four seasons cycle, it is difficult to get rid of the cold in winter and the warmth in sunny days. Therefore, people often look forward to the summer after spring, longing for warm sunshine, green rice fields, flowers in the fields and colorful summer dreams. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, said in his poem "Living in a village is a matter": Mountains and rivers are full of green, and rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. Asking what you think is like Mao Mao rain. The lingering drizzle in early summer, winding oblique winds, clear alleys and streets, and colorful colors are filled with romantic atmosphere everywhere, stirring people's inner desires and delicate thoughts, and carrying people's infinite good wishes for the future.

The beauty of long summer lies in hard work. As a traditional agricultural country, China has long summer as the day of long summer since ancient times. The ancients were full of devotion to seasonal changes, and people greeted the arrival of summer with great enthusiasm and grand ceremonies. According to records, during the Zhou Dynasty, on the day of long summer, the emperor personally led hundreds of civil and military officials to the suburbs to "welcome summer" and instructed Si Tuleideng and other officials to encourage farmers to work hard. There is a saying in the agricultural proverb: "Spring competes for the sun, and summer competes for the time." In other words, farming arrangements are precious in spring and golden in summer. It is better to plant spring seeds one day later than one day earlier, and harvest them later than one day earlier in summer. "Silkworms grow old every day, but wheat ripens every day." . The so-called "Man Cang plants rice in April and rice in May" warns people not to be lazy. If you want to gain something, you must act. Only by grasping the farming season, working hard and cultivating hard can we have ample food and clothing.

The beauty of long summer lies in its growth. In the Book of Rites, Chang Xia said: "When insects come out, melons grow long, and bitter vegetables are obvious." Explain that at this time, everything is in a period of vigorous growth. The book "Eight Chapters of Lotus Life" written by the Ming Dynasty said: "On the day of summer dream, heaven and earth began to merge and everything was beautiful." At this time, the summer harvest crops entered the late growth stage, the winter wheat blossomed and filled, the rape was close to maturity, and the summer harvest crops were basically a foregone conclusion that year. Therefore, there is a saying in agricultural proverbs that "see summer in the long summer". After a whole spring dormancy and gestation, under the call of summer, everything began to emerge one after another, exercising bones and muscles, breathing air and absorbing nutrients. In "Long Summer", Lu You wrote: Mud nests are noisy and flowers are scarce. The shade of Sophora japonica is dense at first, and the curtain is still slightly hot. Flowers bloom, attracting many bees to pick them, and locust and willow trees begin to grow new branches, which are gradually dense and full of vitality.

In short, "a year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning, and summer's plan is as expensive as gold." Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. You may delay, but time will not. In this early summer season, I am ready to go, enrich my life every day with my sincerity and patience, and write a vibrant summer hymn without wasting every moment.

Poetry and Prose: Long Summer 3 It's long summer today. My mother-in-law called at dinner yesterday and my son answered it. After hanging up the phone, my son conveyed the spirit of the phone. Everyone will eat an egg tomorrow!

If my mother-in-law hadn't reminded us, we would have forgotten the long summer and didn't even prepare eggs. When we reacted, the first question was whether there were any eggs in the refrigerator.

I opened it, and there were two others, lying there quietly.

My husband said that tomorrow, each of you will have one, so I won't eat it, so I won't go out and buy it again. I think so.

Anyway, he will go to Baoying to play tomorrow, and he will eat eggs anyway. Even if it's not complete, just eat it. This was supposed to be a deal.

He got up early in the morning. My son and I couldn't open our eyes, but he was full of energy. Sit by the bed and talk about this and that. Seeing that no one cared, he went out.

Later I learned that he had gone to the kitchen.

Hot breakfast and boiled eggs. Wash yourself quietly and blow your breakfast. It no longer affects our sleep. However, we are awake.

Mother and son are lying in bed discussing where to go today.

My son's opinion is as firm as iron. If you don't go to Baoying, you will definitely not go.

I don't care whether I go or not. Go ahead, you can get together with your friends. No, you can stay at home and rest. After all, these two days are too hot, and the temperature soars every day.

Before I left, my husband asked me if I would go.

No, my son's voice is much louder than mine Looking at the small things, I seem a little puzzled. I used to jump for joy when I mentioned Baoying or Sheyang. What's going on now? I have grown up and have my own ideas, or there are other reasons. I didn't ask, so I let him talk.

There are two grass eggs left in the kitchen. My son and I took one each, and my son suggested that we knock eggs to see whose eggs are powerful! That's what I thought.

And my egg won. I smashed his mine to pieces, and the little guy was not convinced. He grabbed my hand and knocked on the table twice, and didn't have breakfast until it broke down.

After breakfast, I packed my things and planned to go out.

I think staying at home is too boring. Why don't you go out for a walk? Besides, I don't want to cook at noon.

Although the weather is a little hot, it can't stop us from going out. After all, the surface temperature hasn't come up yet, but it's a mania under direct sunlight. It's still cool when you meet the cool ground and the wind in the alley, and you even have the desire to add clothes.

In the sun, wearing a sun hat, riding an electric donkey, and running with my son in the street. There are scenery and people, there are too many things to see, and the wind is blowing, which is quite comfortable.

At the first stop, Zhang Fuyuan bought two duck necks.

The second stop was Lotte Mart, where I bought some daily necessities and food in summer.

At the third stop, I bought a stinky tofu, two bowls of green vegetables and rice noodles, and two cages of jiaozi. My son especially praised that jiaozi, who wanted to eat after eating a cage. At the same time, I complain that I will never eat stinky tofu again! Enough this time!

The fourth stop in Chuxiu Garden, I bought a plaster bear and started painting with my son. This is what I always wanted to do before. Didn't succeed. This is why I am here today.

The collocation of colors, the cross use of thick and thin pens, and the power of putting pen to paper, don't look at this small coloring action, it's really sharpening.

Usually active son, it is not easy to sit, so he gently dipped in the color paste with a brush and painted it quietly, one stroke at a time. I also dropped in to see his patience and carefulness.

Children's nature, including toys and colors, appeals to them.

However, nature is nature. A boy can't sit still. In less than half the time, I lost interest and patience. I suddenly put down my pen, stood up, took a few sips of water and said, Mom, I went to play. Just over there, I follow his finger, and there is a small playground similar to a kindergarten, which is free. So close to me, I can see it as soon as I look up. So, I nodded in agreement.

The rest of the work is coming to an end, but it is very complicated. Complementary colors, complementary colors and edges and corners are trivial matters. I have to repaint any color that overflows. I'll wait for it to dry, and then wait for it to dry. Gradually, my arm began to ache.

But I don't complain. Although it is not caused by interests. But it's a pleasure. Xu Fengzhong, in the shade of a tree, has a low desk and stool. Facing the colorful pigments in Wang Cai, he has a different mood.

I am quiet and enjoy this quiet moment. I felt hypnotized several times.

In this early summer agitation, body and mind are as quiet as religion.

Near three o'clock, the last process is completed. Pack your own work. Be careful, or you will break it. This is a good half-day effort and painstaking efforts.

On the way back, I took my son by my former residence, Baer New Village.

Look over there, the underground pipeline is being repaired. There are also some projects along the river. There is dust everywhere. There are also people everywhere.

In my mind, this is a place with a high density of people.

My son said that I can't remember many places, only my residence and my memory. This is normal.

When I got home, I cut my son's hair in the barber shop downstairs.

Go upstairs and open the door. The first thing to do is to drink water. Glug, everyone has a big glass. After drinking, don't forget to sigh, I am thirsty!

I prepared a pot of cold boiled water when I left in the morning in case I was thirsty when I came back.

How wise!

In the evening, I eat noodles and cook jiaozi. My son only eats noodles. He said that jiaozi at noon was so delicious that his family didn't want to eat it for the time being. I am speechless. Two days ago, the father and son kept praising me that jiaozi's bag was getting more and more delicious. Is it encouragement? unlikeness ......

I'll eat if I don't eat.

After taking a shower. My son fell asleep, so I sat down to write an article. Today's running account

I'm tired of watching TV while writing, if you are the one.

Poetry and Prose: Chapter 4 of the Long Summer. What festivals and customs are these? I don't know, because we don't pay much attention here. In other words, people pay too much attention to it and forget it because they are busy.

At present, it is the busy farming season in three summers, and the tasks of harvesting and grinding are multiple. When the wheat is ripe, every day is the same. If it burns, the wheat husk will naturally crack and the wheat grains will fall to the ground. That's a real pity. Therefore, at this time, people will grab wheat, and this posture can be described as in full swing.

But in recent years, mechanical harvesting has almost completely replaced manual work, and combine harvesters will come from all directions to support summer harvest. The wheat straw in the field falls neatly on the edge of the machine, and the wheat grains in the garage are constantly peeled off, and when they arrive in the field, they are automatically dumped in the motor tricycle waiting there. Then they were brought back and dumped in the yard or on the highway. Although it is not allowed to dry wheat on the expressway, the summer harvest is in full swing, and no one can do anything about it regardless of the law. It's best to get out of the way and bask in the sun as you like.

The most feared thing in the summer harvest season is that there is no good weather, which will affect the drying of wheat. However, in recent days, the weather has been bad and sporadic rain has continued, which makes people who are eager to harvest wheat in a bad mood. In this way, cooked wheat will germinate on straw; However, the harvested wheat will be moldy, deteriorated or even germinated because it is not aired in time. Thus affecting the storage and sales of wheat, can it not make people anxious?

So blaming others and swearing became the most fashionable mantra.

"God, why don't you let people live?"

"Afraid of when to go, it won't rain if it rains, and it will rain if it doesn't rain. God is not a thing! " ……

Some people say, "You can't manage God's business, so you'd better mind your own business. How can people understand when things are big? "

Others said, "Will it be the end of the world, and God will accept people and there will be so many disasters?"

"Nonsense!" Someone stopped him: "Don't make much ado about nothing and spread rumors."

Birds are birds, and no matter how heavy the rain is, they have to feed. Twitter flew overhead, as if looking for the location of something. By the way, isn't it summer harvest season? Lost wheat grains are everywhere, and people are too busy to pick them up. Let them "live a fat year". If there is any left, aren't ants and voles rich?

It's still raining, and it feels like spring. Will the flowers bloom and the fruit be green?

It's still raining, and it feels like autumn. Will the geese go south and the chrysanthemums smell fragrant?

By the way, summer is still summer, cherry is red, banana is green and apricot is yellow, which makes people step into poetry.

Looking forward to sunny tomorrow, it should be people's wish, as beautiful as "Chinese New Year". -

Poetry and Prose: The Long Summer Chapter 5 On this long summer day, everything stands upright. There is a poem: I have no choice but to go in spring, and I will cut the cherry buds back in spring.

Summer came wearing a long skirt and shirt. The flowers that have been bred and bloomed in spring have quietly hidden their fragrance, and the fruits have stood on the branches. Walking on the mountain road behind the mountain, you will meet some peaches, mulberries and many fruits from time to time, and hug them when summer comes.

On both sides of the mountain road, green is covered with paths. Looking for the spring breeze and picking up the charm of wild flowers, I have reached the door of summer. As soon as I lifted my feet, I stepped into summer. And a group of friends, send away spring and welcome summer. When I met the ripe mulberries, I was as happy as a child, standing under the tree and picking them conveniently. Keep sending it into the mouth. When there is a sweet and sour entrance, summer is full of meaning.

Many times, we are used to pretending to be deep. In nature, return to naive nature. Standing under the mulberry tree, picking and eating, full of purple juice, full of sweet and sour, refreshing. A mountain breeze blew, and the upturned face was full of innocence. It's so beautiful. In late spring and early summer, I got a taste of life.

Eyes full of green, faint smell of vegetation. Spring is deep and summer is deep, clear and quiet. I like this kind of fruit best this season. Cherry, mulberry, sweet and sour.

Summer is here, and it's another year of swimming. Wearing a thick bathing suit, soaking in the Han River in my hometown. The blue sky sets off the clear water, and there are many tall buildings not far away. The bridge stretched out in the sunset. Laugh heartily, in the water, on the mountain road, in early summer. The water temperature is just right, and it swims for a distance. In the water, put aside the clutter and enjoy the peace of that moment. Water around the body's tenderness, stroking the pulse deep in the heart, between breathing, Chen Naxin spit it out.

The day before the long summer this year is Youth Day. I met a group of friends, climbing mountains and swimming. Everyone is still enthusiastic, saying: youth will not leave, recalling the girls who chased together in those years.

In this way, summer came with enthusiasm. With nostalgia for youth, with waiting for fleeting time.

Long summer, let's embrace summer together.

Poetry and Prose: I have been looking forward to the Long Summer Festival since I was 6 years old, because at this time, camphor trees grow most vigorously, and the fragrance always makes our friends climb the tree. We competed to see who picked the flowers of camphor tree first, but we looked for them for a long time, but we couldn't find them. We don't understand why they don't bloom so well. Later, after some arguments, everyone agreed that the flower fairy had been here, and she scattered the fragrance on the camphor tree. ...

If you don't eat tea eggs, there will be no long summer festival. Whenever it comes to the Long Summer Festival, I always call my mother to cook tea eggs. Watching my mother put the big duck eggs into the pot one by one, my heart was full of expectations.

"Mom, when can I eat?"

"When the eggs turn gray, you can eat them."

So, I ran to the kitchen every ten minutes and stood on tiptoe to see if the eggs in the pot had changed color. My mother also specially left me some unbroken eggs. I always hold them carefully in my hand, for fear that they will be damaged if there is any trouble.

Little friends often get together to touch eggs. Whoever has the hardest tea eggs will be named "Egg King". I remember there is a pebble in my house, which looks like a tea egg. I took it and broke all my companions' tea eggs. They never knew. I secretly enjoyed it for a long time!

Years old is in the long summer, and now it is long summer, as if last year's long summer just waved goodbye to us, and this year's long summer festival has quietly arrived. Holding two big tea eggs in my arms, I came to the village under the big camphor tree and greedily sucked the fragrance of long summer.

Mao Mao! Someone called me by my nickname. I turned around and it turned out to be my neighbor Xiao Si, followed by Gou, Xiao Fang and Xiao Yan. Ha, all my childhood friends are here!

"Mao Mao, we don't believe that your tea eggs are as hard as before!"

"Then compare it." I smiled and shook the egg in my hand.

Laughter and familiar fragrance, like a bird with wings, fly high, high. ...