A prose poem describing spring

Spring Zhu Ziqing

Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.

Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.

The grass secretly emerges from the earth, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers are sweet; when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking.

"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", it is good, it feels like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind carries the smell of some heart-turned earth, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the smell of various flowers. The fragrance is brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds nestled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear singing voices to their friends, singing melodious tunes that echoed with the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also playing loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like a cow yak, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke is covering the roof of the house. The leaves are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on small roads and beside stone bridges, there are people walking slowly holding umbrellas, and there are farmers working in the fields, wearing hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.

There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things. "The plan for a year lies in spring." At the beginning, there is some hard work and some hope

Spring is like a baby that has just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.

Spring is like a little girl, walking with a beautiful smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet, leading us forward

The green leaves spit out and the swallows return. The most distinctive thing on the campus is a few clusters Tibetan spring flowers, yellow flowers bloom from the ground to the top. They seem to have made an appointment and smile at you together. The smiles are so bright. The yellow color makes people feel warm. Sometimes they think that people are not as good as the same person. A flower, how happy a flower's life is, and how many happy days are there in a person's life?

In spring, you can always see many things emerging from the ground. I think of Wu Jun's poem "Gift to Wang Guiyang": When the pines grow a few inches, they are submerged by the grass. I haven't seen the heart of the cage cloud, but I don't know that I have the bones of frost. A sigh, a kind of heroism, and a bright future. We were just like this little pine when we were young. Under the words of adults, we all had dreams of becoming scientists. Every time I talk about it, I suddenly feel taller and proud of my lofty ideals. But how many people are holding on to their dreams today? We always inadvertently let the water of time wash away the dreams we made while wearing red scarves and under red flags. By the time we find out, we can no longer catch up with them. They have long since drifted to the corner where they are not sensationalized.

Are you the guardian of your dreams? But I know that my dream has never been lost, it just cannot be realized. Maybe it’s because of my dreams. Many people say that I am different from others in terms of aesthetics and outlook on life. Everyone who sits at the same table with me says that I have not grown up. My dream has never been to become a scientist or a billionaire. I have always been looking forward to a wheat field, and I am the catcher in the wheat field. And after so many years, I have been living in my parents' dream, and gradually Their dreams integrated into my life, and I actually followed their worries about gains and losses.

Preface to "Autumn in Spring" by Ba Jin

Spring. The yellow fields turned green. New green leaves grow on dead branches. The sun is smiling gently at everyone, and the birds are singing and flying. The flowers are blooming, red flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. Stars shine, red stars, green stars, white stars. The blue sky, the free wind, and the dream-like beautiful love.

Everyone has spring.

Whether it's you or me, everyone can have laughter, love, and intoxication in spring.

However, autumn cried in spring.

This spring, in the charming ancient city of southern China, I bid farewell to a period of my time.

The autumn rain fell, but it was swept away by the spring wind.

On a sunny day after the rain, two friends and I walked through the muddy road. I walked across the stone bridge and the path beside the fields to visit a woman from the south, a crazy girl I had never met before.

We stopped in front of the door of a not very small manor. A little girl who spoke a language I didn’t understand opened the black wooden gate for us. This wooden gate was completely different from the one in my novel. This is the home of local wealthy people.

In a dark room, I saw our host. A large canopy bed, a large mat, and a thin quilt. She sat up and I saw her upper body. She is a girl of blooming age.

The three of us sat on a bench across from her. A friend explained his purpose. She just laughed silently, as much as she cried. I looked at her silently for a few times. I understood everything my friend told me. In the more than half an hour we stayed there, we talked less than ten words and saw her autumn smile more than ten times.

I bid farewell to her and came out with a painful heart of autumn. I almost cried when I thought about why I came here, why I came here to help her.

A girl, a girl of blossoming age... For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of madness.

My many years of hard work, my books written with blood and tears, and the goal of my life are all: to help people, so that everyone can have spring, and every heart can have spring. With light, everyone's life will be happy, and everyone's development will be free. I arouse desire in people, a desire for light; I place a cause in front of them, a cause worth dedicating themselves to. However, all my efforts were destroyed by another force. After awakening a young soul, he or she is only allowed to suffer more embarrassing ravages and tortures.

So the girl went crazy. The unreasonable social system, unfree marriage, the constraints of traditional concepts, and the tyranny of the family have destroyed many young souls that are blooming. I have accumulated so much in my twenty-eight years. The shadow is gone. In that autumn smile, a smile like crying, I saw the corpse of an entire generation of young people in the past. I seemed to hear a painful voice saying: "This should end."

"Autumn in Spring" is not only a gently crying story, it is also the appeal of an entire generation of youth. I will pick up my pen as a weapon, charge for them, and send out my resolute cry "Je accuser" (I accuse) to this dying society.

Selected from "Collection of Preface and Postscripts" in May 1932

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On the water's edge, a beautiful woman stands there; How beautiful? The picturesque Tujia town on the shores of Youshui River and at the foothills of Wufeng Mountain is a scenery that I will never leave my heart. The name of the town is the name of the river, Car Wash River. The surrounding green mountains are like a graceful mother embracing the town. The town is the beauty that poets have been chasing for thousands of years and inadvertently escaped from the "Book of Songs". The flowing ribbon in her hand is the Youshui River.

From the age of fifteen to eighteen, I lived there for four full years.

It is said from the beginning that it is a place where beautiful women are born, and the water there is always clear all year round. I don’t know whether the eyes of the many girls turned into the bright waves, or whether the clear and bright river water condensed into the eyes of the girls. I still remember that every ripple in the river water is so bright and bright, and it is so clean, at any time. Pick up a handful and put it into your mouth. It's so cool and sweet, filling your heart. At that time, girls loved to bathe and swim under the bridge. There were many passers-by and leisurely people enjoying the shade on the bridge. They had long been accustomed to our games, as if they were just a familiar scenery to the surrounding mountains and rivers. My friends are all as graceful and beautiful as water. Their skin is as delicate as that of the famous small town tofu. Their fair and rosy complexions are like ripe peaches. They are so fresh and delicate that no amount of washing can wash them away. fade.

There were no swimming suits at that time, so we all wore small gowns sewn by ourselves, with our breasts slightly protruding, and we walked in and out of the water without any scruples. Tired of wearing clothes and swimming enough, they walked ashore one by one and sat on large pieces of bluestone to wash their clothes. Their long black hair was spread wetly behind them. They all had the waist of water snakes and were like charming mermaids. That laughter is as transparent as sunlight.

The small town is a very quaint place, and the folk customs are as simple as the clear sky in autumn without any clutter. The men's bathing place is very close to us, and sometimes a few naughty little men who think they are not old enough will sneak into our camp from the bottom of the water. At this time, it was like water droplets were sprinkled into a boiling oil pan, and the exclamations and cheers mixed with the rising water droplets went straight into the clouds. But regardless of whether they scream or not, all the mermaids will be united like never before, holding hands, grabbing feet, scratching armpits, and soles of feet, making the intruder exhausted, begging for mercy again and again, and finally obediently You can't go back to your own territory. This kind of game happens often, but it never leads to a real war. Everyone just plays and makes trouble, and then happily disperses. In our hearts, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, the body is not a secret, beauty is everyone’s and is open to the public.

After visiting many cities, I realized that children in small towns are the happiest. While parents in the city warn their children over and over again not to bathe in the river, mothers in small towns often put their toddlers into the arms of the river. In small towns, I have almost never heard anyone tell their children not to bathe in the river. The river is their paradise, and even more so, their paradise. From the Dragon Boat Festival every year until late autumn and October, the children in the small town Have been soaking in the clear water. And after living there for so many years, I have rarely heard of anyone’s child drowning. This may be related to the pattern of small-scale repression and the living habits of small-town people. The town is built on two rivers. All the houses facing the water have a wall base built from the river, with a large stilt building above it extending straight to the river. There are countless eyes paying attention to Xiaohe in the Diaojiaolou at all times. If something happens to someone's child, the eyes on the Diaojiaolou will see it most clearly. The most profound rescue activity in my memory was to save Teacher Ai's only daughter Ai Yun. For some reason, Ai Yun often fell into the river alone, and unknowingly she became a small weight that fell into the water, making those who found her The children screamed for help like a mountain and a tsunami. As soon as the cry for help rang out in the creek, the pots and pans in the stilted building rang out. I think the speed must have been faster than the wolf smoke in ancient times and the news tree during the Anti-Japanese War. In the blink of an eye, a man swam to Ai Yun's side gently and deftly, and lifted up Ai Yun, who was swirling in the whirlpool of the deep pool. This is always the time when men fully demonstrate their composure and competence, and this is also the time when the eyes of the women on the stilts shine most brightly. I witnessed this wonderful scene on a stilted building. The total time of rescuing people was less than two minutes. Although the time was short, it was so thrilling that I will never forget it even after many years. I still remember the big ugly who swam to Ai Yun first that time. Because the two brothers were very thin and looked like the monkey-skinned spirit, people were used to calling them big ugly and second ugly. But this time, his movements were very graceful. He gently opened the water, dived into the water like a small pike, and lifted the person up in the blink of an eye. Many women who usually didn't look at him looked at him with more appreciation and respect in their eyes this time.

In that special era, people in the small town were so poor that they often lacked money to buy salt. But there is wealth in the creek. I don’t know where the river at that time came from with so many fish, shrimps, and crabs. It was impossible to catch them all year round. As soon as the water rises, we can put any tools such as a dustpan by the river and catch a lot of fish and shrimps. At that time, we didn’t know how to use fish poison to poison fish. Fishing and catching crabs were our greatest pleasure. That's a really risky thing to do. Once, I put my little hand into a deep cave and grabbed a soft thing, thinking it was the tail of a big fish. When I pulled it out, I saw, my God, it was a colorful water snake! Fortunately, I had watched others deal with such situations quite a lot at that time, and I had some experience. I quickly threw away my arms and drew a few beautiful circles in the air. The water snake may not have understood what was going on, so it started from The cool nest flew to the hot hillside. After these trainings, I also developed the boldness of a farm boy.

Later, in college, I saw girls who grew up in big cities screaming for a long time when they saw a caterpillar. It was hard to believe that they were not being pretentious.

What is richer than the river are the mountains surrounding the town. In spring, there are thorn moss, goat's milk, Maoqianer, tea bubble and March bubble. In summer, there are dragon boat bubble. In autumn, there are August melon, carambola, wild date and wild pear. I have always suspected that these are things that only grow on mountains. After reading so many books, I have never seen some of them in books. For example, tea bubbles are like colorful light bulbs. They are red when not hot. When cooked, the white surface becomes a little green, and some have a few black mold spots on the white surface. It tastes tender, crisp and refreshing. , sweet and pleasant, no one has ever written about it in books. There is also the March Bubble, which looks very similar to the current strawberry, but is much more delicate than the strawberry. It is exquisite, crystal clear and fresh. The particles are small but the taste is sweet and fragrant. It seems that few people mention it in books. In addition to these wild fruits, there are mountain mushrooms. When we entered the city, we learned that people call them mushrooms. As long as it rains all year round, we can eat mushrooms. They are almost a main dish on people's tables in small towns. The most delicious ones are the fir fungi, which bloom twice a year. The spring fungi are golden and the autumn fungi are purple and extremely fragrant. They can not only be eaten fresh, but can also be used as a stir-fry seasoning for noodles. Making fungus delicacies throughout the year is a rare treasure. In addition, there are many rare animals in the mountains. After every autumn harvest, people begin to go up the mountains to catch the war. The wild boars, white noodles, and muntjacs taste particularly delicious when they get up. Some families can't finish the wild game, so they hang it on the kang to smoke it and bring it as precious gifts to relatives and friends far away.

Girls can’t go up to the mountains to fight, but all year round we stay in the mountains instead of in the water. We, a group of little girls, also have a child king, her name is Hong'e. She goes up the mountain to pick tea, mushrooms, and firewood. As long as Hong'e shouts, she goes up to the village and down to the village - the whole town's children will flock away. In the mountains, Hong'e takes good care of everyone. I am a latecomer. I came here after graduating from elementary school with my mother who was transferred to work. But I received the most care from Hong'e. Every time I picked up the least amount of firewood, and it was bundled so loosely that I couldn't pick it back. Hong'e called out, "Bring me a vine," and someone put the vine in her hand. "Who has more firewood? Come over here?" Another person added two handfuls to my pile of firewood, and Hong'e quickly helped. I bundled the firewood again. Unfortunately, I didn't live up to expectations. Before I had gone a mile, I shouted that I couldn't pick it up anymore. Every time, Hong'e ran forward quickly, put down her own firewood, and turned around to pick me up. Later, I was admitted to university and Hong'e was admitted to a famous school in the provincial capital. From then on, we left the small town. It's just that we are still on the same road coming and going, and I know she is still very good in college. When they met for the first time, many Changsha yaozi looked at her dumbfounded: Is there really such a beautiful woman in Xiangxi? After graduation, we had no contact with each other. We met by chance the day before yesterday and found out that she had already established her company in provincial capitals and state capitals. After talking all night long, we returned to the picturesque town on the shore of Youshui River and at the foot of Wufeng Mountain.

Small town, my dear, are you okay?

Our season - spring

Spring, flower season, rainy season - our season.

There are white dandelions floating on the roadside, willow branches sprouting by the stream, and pink orchids on the mountain... They tell the hidden secrets in their special flower language. Sunlight, rain and air, mixed with the smell of earth, bury the seeds and germinate in spring...

"A sudden rain last night, God's will is all things. Which thing is the most prophetic? Xu Tingcao fights for it. "The winter snow melts, the creek flows, and the young willows sprout with vitality. All of this conveys the breath of spring! ah! Spring, our season!

The patter of rain is like the six-stringed harp, caressed by the spring breeze, tinkling, tinkling, and it is so beautiful! The mottled tree shadows are like a forest of dreams, leading me into the colorful mystery. It’s so mysterious there: it’s full of the breath of spring, the fragrance of the flower season, and the freshness of the rainy season, because that’s our season!

Spring is like Sunday morning, spring is like a purple dream, spring is like talking eyes.

She hugged the wind and sprinkled the raindrops on my beautiful soul, cleaning me free and easy, and I would have no worries from now on; the spring breeze was filled with my yellow laughter, flying to the sea, flying to the blue sky, flying to the world! Bring the laughter and let your ideals fly!

Let’s go see the flowering season, the rainy season, and spring together—our lovely season, where the sky is full of colors, and make spring the topic of conversation; let’s go see the flowering season, the rainy season, and spring—our lovely season, the fragrance. The sky is all over the earth, close your eyes and suck, stretch out your arms, embrace spring, embrace nature!

Spring, curling the corners of its mouth, smiles at us without warning; spring actually shows its favor to us lovely flowers first. oh! It turns out that the brilliant blooming of flowers requires the nourishment of spring breeze, spring water, and the cultivation of gardeners!

Keep the Spring (Prose)

A small pine tree reluctantly settled on the green space on the street. At first, the little pine tree felt a little fresh. Pedestrians passing by were bustling with people, and cars were passing by, honking their horns from time to time. Gradually, the noise and bustle became unbearable for the little pine tree. It shook its body vigorously, wishing it could grow two feet so that it could quickly leave this annoying street.

But everything was in vain. The little pine tree was tired of shaking and could not help but let out a long sigh. It remembered the scene when it lived in the nursery: the air there was extremely fresh and it was quiet all day long, unlike here!

At this moment, a weak voice called to the little pine tree. Who is calling me? The little pine tree opened its eyes wide and looked around. It finally discovered that it was the grass under its feet that was talking to itself: "Little pine tree, are you homesick? Don't be discouraged. The environment here can also be changed!" Those optimistic words made Xiao Songshu feel much more relaxed. "Xiaocao is right!" Bitao and Sakura on the side persuaded together: "Our own green leaves can not only absorb dust, but also eliminate noise. Let's work together!" The little pine tree no longer complained. Now, start absorbing nutrients seriously.

One year has passed, two years have passed...

The third spring has finally arrived. The thick and dense lawn is like a green velvet carpet, and the small pine tree has grown tall and big. The peaches and cherry blossoms beside them are blooming particularly beautifully. They thanked the small pine tree with a smile: "Because of you, we are here." We made it so beautiful!" Xiao Songshu quickly waved his hand: "I should thank you. Without everyone's encouragement, I would not be living so happily here."

A group of primary school students ran over and stood in front of me. Standing in front of the small pine tree, the little boy captured this touching moment with his camera, retaining the smiling faces of the pine trees, peach trees and grass, and retaining the spring!

A date with spring (prose poem)

Wave goodbye to the cold winter last night, give wings to the hibernating heart, and go on a date with spring.

Date in spring. Which spring bird is the first to wake up the heart that hibernated last night? Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he heard a gentle knock on the door. From the crack in the door, a warm current spreads close, carrying a strong fragrance.

Open the door and open your heart. The warm sunshine jumps and dances into the house, shining brightly on the heart that has been gloomy for a long time. Hold a few handfuls of bird song, pour it into the lonely heart, and nourish the heart that has been dry for a winter.

As soon as I stepped out of the threshold, I found green grass starting from my threshold and walking along the path leading to spring. Is it leading the way for me? !

I guess spring is waiting for me anxiously! I can't neglect the spring, otherwise she will be angry and ignore me. What should I do to comfort her? And she has prepared a fine horse for me. Listen, my horse is calling me! So, I got on my horse, rode on the wings of the wind, and galloped away. The horses' hooves clattering along the way gently smoothed away the remnants of my heartache last night, and the comforting sounds accompanied the entire journey...

Here we are, here we are, in the Garden of Eden where we met.

She is greeting me with her shyness. Her young eyes were hiding under the flowing black hair, looking at me affectionately. However, her long hair could not hide her slight smile and faint blush.

Here, the Yan'er that I have been waiting for for a long time has also returned south. She is whispering a familiar language, a language that only I can understand. In this meeting place, the shy bud is peeping into my pious eyes. The little tree also secretly poked out its green head and peeked into my young heart. The stream originates from my feet, singing and traveling far away, taking my young heart to wander far away...

In this meeting place, the clear sky blooms with white clouds for us.

The lightly flying white clouds must be the wings of the sky. I asked Lan Tian, ??who gave me a blue smile and nodded silently. It turns out that I have found wings in the sky!

Under the clear sky, on the land where I date spring, I plant the seeds of dreams and my young heart. In my heart, I also plant spring. In this way, it sprouts in a misty spring rain, is nourished by sweat, and grows in the four seasons...

Spring is coming, and you don’t feel it coming. The trees have not sprouted new buds, and the dead grass has not been decorated with new green. But what came oncoming was a gentle spring breeze. Just like the birth of a life, it grows slowly and gently. At this time, hopes, dreams, love, friendship, and vitality are all vaguely caught in the spring breeze and coming towards us. The long winter is coming to an end. In winter, I have forgotten the changes of years and seasons. I have a thick callus on my heart. I work hard in silence and have long been blind to the world around me. Struggle, work silently without seeking success, and face the difficult and dangerous road of pursuing the future and ideals.

But spring is here, and there is a gentle and sweet breath in the air, and you can faintly feel the birth and rhythm of everything in the world. Later, the sunshine will gradually become warmer, and the air will slowly be filled with sweetness. The trees will become green and the grass will reach the end of the world. Soon, flowers bloomed everywhere, and catkins began to cause sadness. On the streets, the colors will become brighter, the sun will shine on people's faces, and laughter will be everywhere. Nature is truly a miracle. Life is also a miracle. Where does it come from and where does it go? The cycle goes back and forth, like a deep and beautiful melody, beating endlessly.

If life is a song and the four seasons are a song, then this breeze at the beginning of spring is the moment of silence before the tune is formed, the moment of silent brewing and waiting. , the beating melody can’t help but reveal subconscious consciousness. The beautiful chapters of the four seasons are about to unfold, and huge vitality and overflowing love will write these beautiful mountains and rivers. After a long wait, spring is about to burst out. This is a moment of silence, but it cannot be calm, but it is deep and powerful. My friend, you can feel it if you listen. Spring is coming, and a gentle spring breeze is coming.