Description of the spring scene fragments Famous authors and writers

For the shortest spring is still spring, when one can see the grass sprouting in the snow, and the tender buds spitting out of the withered branches; when one can see the green color, the most basic pigment of life; and when one can see the bright red color, the blaze of the hot blood. And without color, there would be no melody, no poetry, no dance, no movement, no all this! Spring gives the world color, hope, and a future.

2. Spring Fills the North Country - Irving W. Teal

No one knows where spring begins. Spring doesn't have a starting point like a runner. It was probably in the watery wilderness from Ivograd, south of Lake Okeechobee, that spring took shape, flourished, and spread out; growing stronger in pace and sharper in hue as it stretched northward. Here, at the southern end of the United States, the onset of spring is not sudden, unlike some New England valleys, which in a flash are covered with the flowers of the poppy and buttercup families. Here, the transmutation of the seasons is slow, the pendulum of the seasons swings slowly, and the arc of the swing is not so long.

3. Chang'an willow color--Yuan Ying

This time of the year, the flowers have not yet grown buds, hibernating animals have not yet begun to awaken, the greenness of the branches, but also really only just a little bit, if any, like He Xun poem wrote: "light smoke seeps willow color As He Xun wrote in his poem, "the light smoke seeps into the color of the willow", a little inattentive, may not really think that hovering in the treetops is just a wisp of misty light smoke.

4. Wash peach blossom water season - Tie Ning

A yellow wind rolled away the cold of the north, sent the spring of the mountains. The spring here is not as bright and beautiful as in the south, the melting sunlight only the stacked gray-yellow mountains, set in the mountains of the houses, trees, and arranged at the foot of the hills, gullies and gullies, and even pedestrians, livestock are also blended into it. Looking around, everything seems to be lost, just like a staggered, minimal contrast color photographs. But people who are looking for spring can still feel the breath of spring from this misty world. You see, mountain streams, rocks, three or two trees peach blossoms, four or five apricot blossoms, like a lit torch, is not calling you, teasing you, so that you do not want to stop, continue to look for it? Further on, you can also see the laughing trickle of water. They let loose a silver-like light, running to give people the spring. I would like to linger by the stream and listen to its warm, quiet ramblings. That's when I feel that spring is rising from beneath me.

5. Spring--Ling Yingjian

The cold winter is over. The gentle east wind blew all over every corner of the wilderness, and the warm sunshine shone on the earth, awakening all things on the earth and bringing infinite hope to the earth. Ah! It turns out that the warm spring has come. The willow on the embankment, the trees on the ridge, have grown new branches and leaves, showing infinite vitality. The white ducks and swans swimming freely on the green waves of spring water are playing happily. Flowers on the field also have bloomed, the colorful peach blossom is the first to open. Ten thousand purples and thousands of reds, all the flowers compete in color. Bees and butterflies fluttered among the flowers, birds sang in the trees, and the first song was a spring song, praising the brightness of spring and singing the hope that spring brings to the earth. Spring puts new clothes on the earth and restores the feeling of freshness. Farmers in the fields, with the coming of spring, are busy with spring plowing. As they plowed, they sang loudly, and the whole field was filled with joyful songs and atmosphere. Spring is such a beautiful time, and spring is the best season of the year, so we must not let it be wasted, and cherish this bright but short spring time.

6. Bitter cauliflower--Feng Deying

Spring, the earth from the winter cold awakened and resurrected, was cut by the people on the stubble of the old grass and trees, and wildly thrive out of the shoots. Without artificial cultivation, they are in the wind and rain and sunshine, under the caress of growth. At this time, the field is a sea of green, lined with red, white, yellow, purple ...... all kinds of wildflowers, a moist breeze blowing, the rich pollen grass flavor, straight to the human heart drill. No matter who, will open their mouths wide, deep into the breath, like a drink of manna like intoxicated, refreshing.