A 500-word composition describing spring.

The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.

The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?

Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?

However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.

I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring? agree

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As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Spring is like a beautiful girl. As long as she leaves, everything will revive, flowers will bloom, birds will sing and flowers will be fragrant, and everything will be full of vitality.

In spring, she is not as hot as summer; Not as dead as autumn, there are dead branches and leaves everywhere; Not as cold as winter. The girl in spring is gentle, and the breeze blows like a small hand, which makes people feel a little cold.

The scenery in spring is the most beautiful. The mountain in spring is emerald green, which looks like a huge emerald from a distance. The small trees that live on the mountain are flourishing. Walking into the dense jungle, you can also smell a fresh smell of earth, which makes people feel the breath of nature.

The rain in spring is more beautiful. It falls on the grass, in the Woods and among the flowers. Infiltrate the soil gradually. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Let them take root and sprout, and add vitality to spring. After the rain, the sun came out and the air was fresher. There is a dazzling scenery on the grass, trees and the earth, which is really beautiful. Look, light green grass, green leaves ... so attractive green, I think only a painter can describe it.

Perhaps because it was so beautiful, perhaps intoxicated, the swallows in the tree couldn't help singing a beautiful song "Whispering". At this time, the river also joined the music of "Wow, Wow ……" and hummed it, forming a beautiful and harmonious song. The breeze blows, and the grass gently shakes its small body as if dancing with them. Uncle also accompanied them with the sound of "rustling, rustling ...".

Ah! You are the most touching in spring! You decorate the world with colorful green, and you give your green to everything in the world. You are the source of life and the beginning of hope. "Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of children, there are red flowers here and green grass here ... "

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I opened my sleepy eyes in winter. Ah, inadvertently, spring smiles ahead. Ah, Chun! She walked with light steps, afraid to stride forward with girlish shyness. She quietly took off her gray winter coat and got closer and closer to us. I wandered in the field of spring and was brought into the fantasy of spring by a veil covering everything. I seem to see a girl in the mood for love, appearing and disappearing, dancing her elegant skirt. Could it be that she is the spring girl that people yearn for?

Under the guidance of teacher Chun, I came to the park. Wow, grass sticks out from the ground, and some spit out small buds; Flowers are scrambling to stretch their bodies under the spring breeze; The willow bud bit the winter bun and germinated; Wheat seedlings raised their muddy heads and started jointing; Bamboo shoots broke free from the cold and sprouted; Petals open the warm heart window and bloom! The waterwheel also moves freely; The river thawed and "Ding Ding Dong Dong" began to sing. ...

The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. I have been bending all winter, my back is straight, and my cheerful smile is full of hope. There is an atmosphere of joy everywhere. Young people who take pictures in the park, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on. As the saying goes, "a year's plan lies in spring." So people in spring are busier: cars on the street are constantly shuttling through busy figures; In the rural fields, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope, which is the busiest time of the year; On the wall of the classroom, there is a curriculum for the new semester. There are many fruits of knowledge in the new book waiting for us to collect. Spring is full of vitality and colorful. It can really be said: "Wait a minute and you will know that the east wind is always spring." Ah! I like spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of trees and listen to the singing of birds.

Ah! In spring, you bring us endless joy. I love you, Spring!

Listen to the heart sound of spring

Outside the window, light rain is falling silently. Holding a steaming cup of tea in my hand, I approached the distant shadow of Xiao Sheng's pen in the leisurely fragrance of tea and the winter snow that melted the rain calmly.

I have been longing for a snow, which arrived as scheduled on a winter morning, but it seems to be an unreachable dream for me who grew up in the south. It was last winter, a rare snowstorm broke out in the south, and my town was only covered with a thin layer of ice on the ground. The long-awaited snow still didn't surprise me as scheduled. So, a dozen distant posts, a long-lost yearning for snow, were clearly displayed in front of me, just like the continuous spring rain outside the window, so fresh and natural, so kind and moving; It is also like the snow that appears in countless times in the dream, so crystal clear and so light and elegant.

At the beginning, the shadow in the distance showed us a poetic picture of spring rain: there was no deliberate and meticulous carving, and there were no traces of heavy colors, only a few strokes like willow, such as pleasant breeze and shy spring rain, which were coming quietly; An idea of looking forward to the spring rain, a feeling of being close to nature, so inadvertently, tightly buckled my heart. Bathed in this drizzle, I looked up and the sky was clear.

"Can you come tomorrow?" How much expectation, how much longing, vaguely between the lines.

Following the brush strokes of distant shadows, walking in the spring of the northland, the light rain is lightly dyed. Snow from winter to spring once again blurred my vision: I stopped and looked across the river. Snow, you're here. You've dyed the peaks of Baiwang Mountain white, and the ivory jade color stands out in the gray sky, which is particularly beautiful. Just like a fairy wearing a faded green dress and a white scarf, she is ashamed.

The rain through the pine trees gradually diluted the spray on the stone steps, and it was faintly visible that the crystal snowflakes had quietly melted before they landed on the stone steps. My breath forms a white mist in the dense air, and I don't want to disperse it. "

In this passage, "Far Shadow" uses anthropomorphic techniques to describe snow vividly. Snowflakes are as light as fairies, as shy as virgins, and leap from the paper. My attachment to snow is so real. As you can imagine, being in such a snowy scene and witnessing the natural scenery of winter snow and spring rain, the author's mood at this time is quiet, the smile on his face is warm, and the joy flowing from his heart is self-evident. A sense of happiness that seeps into the heart pours out from the pen; A ray of refreshing and pleasing breath lingers in the text, making readers intoxicated and happy.

Snow is a gift of nature, and snow is also an elf of nature. Those pines and cypresses that are silent in the snow and those heroic images that stand proudly in the snow all show his heroism in the author's works and leave a deep impression on us. The deep admiration for rain and snow, coupled with the high respect for heroes, adds a lot of color to the lyric tone of the full text and injects new vitality into this chapter of praising nature.

Pick up the natural and unrestrained snowflake with both hands, and you can see her crystal and soft figure; Grasping the clear winter snow with both hands, I once again felt her rich and strong personality; In the sun, you can hear her low voice, and the sound quality is clean and neat. Spring has come, and she and I agreed to meet in the first spring rain, watching the winter snow melt into spring rain calmly.

She said: I will come as promised, and I will turn into a spring rain and sprinkle it on the earth, just for the beautiful scenery and flowers.

I said: I arrived as promised, and I wrote a heart song praising the winter snow. May the winter snow and spring rain smile.

The fluttering snowflake is the messenger before the arrival of the spring rain;

This is like a drizzle, which is the spirit after melting. Perhaps, only after a winter's gestation can spring be full of vitality; Perhaps, only the rebirth after the melting of snowflakes can have the warmth of spring rain. It is the snowflake that gives the promise of spring purity; It is the spring rain that awakens the colorful trees. Through the words in the shadow in the distance, I seem to see the light and smart charm of snowflakes and hear the gentle and affectionate whisper of spring rain.

Spring has come and everything is revived. It was cloudy yesterday afternoon. According to past experience, it should be a continuous spring rain. As the old saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". In the past two days, droughts have been reported all over the country. People are eager for a continuous spring rain, wet and dry land, and sow timely rain for that spring. The snow that just fell in winter didn't come, and the first rain came quietly this spring. Just like some unexpected beauty in life, it may come quietly when you forget it and have no hope.

Talking about "Spring"

When I got down to the stairwell door in the morning, I suddenly realized that it rained last night. The ground is wet, the sky is still sprinkled with thin raindrops, and there is some cool moisture on my face. The cool sky is mixed with the breath of spring. The first gentle breeze and drizzle came quietly this spring. Maybe I didn't notice it when I slept last night.

One year is in spring; Ten thousand yuan to start again. People go out to breathe some air and enjoy the spring brought by nature. I walked along the usual morning route to the flood wall by the river, and the cool air came against my face. In the cold winter, morning exercises have stopped for almost a month. I haven't been here long, and I'm a little strange to the ever-changing changes. Walking west along the wide Limin Road, I saw the riverbank that was just demolished in the second half of last year. Those shabby old houses have disappeared. According to the preliminary results of the second section of Binjiang Avenue, a rubble subgrade appeared in front of us. I casually climbed the flood control wall and walked along the willows of different sizes planted on the river bank. Crystal clear water drops hung on the willow branches, and the tender branches gradually sprouted new buds. Two small petals, yellow and green, make people feel warm in the cold wind. There are branches hanging in the middle of the road, dangling. It swaggered through the city, attracting the attention of passers-by and announcing the arrival of spring.

Willow seems to whisper to people; I began to hibernate and woke up after a short rest, showing youthful vitality, and the buds began to turn blue quietly. Green branches hung on their heads, and tiny velvet flowers braved the branches. The longer the willow branches grow, the greener they are. They are soft and continuous, graceful and high-spirited, rippling in the breeze, like the long hair of a girl who has just bathed, which makes vilen look particularly beautiful in spring. "Willow green hangs down, flowers stir the sky", and willow flutters in the spring breeze. Willow branches rippled in the wind, caressing our faces gently, which made people laugh. Remind people of the arrival of early spring and February. Enjoy the warm spring breeze and bring a fresh and refreshing whisper.

Willow has unparalleled adaptability, and many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil, extending in all directions and hugging the earth tightly. It is not as tall and straight as pine trees, nor as tall and unyielding as poplar trees. Branches usually grow in two or three meters from the trunk. When catkins dance in the spring breeze and kiss the earth, after a "spring rain", they will give birth to buds and grow into young trees in a few years. Smooth and soft branches hang like silk tapestries. Willow leaves are solitary and alternate, and the leaves are long and narrow, but the width is suitable, which looks like a girl's slender eyebrows, just like "a petal is like her face, and a willow leaf is like her eyebrows". More importantly, many fibrous roots are deeply rooted in the soil and extend in all directions. Slim willow branches and cotton wool, like the skirts played by beautiful young women who can sing and dance, are scattered in the arms of the vast Yuan Ye.

Seeing things and thinking about people, I can't help but think of the willow trees by the pond in front of my hometown. The pond is surrounded by willows on three sides, while lying on the surface of the pond. Complex hair roots are deeply rooted in the land next to the pond, while some bare hair roots extend along the pond. At this time, from the trunk, there are branches and willows, and 10 thousand green silk tapestries hang down, all hanging on the surface of the pond. The breeze blew and swayed from side to side, and catkins hung on the branches, which amused the ducklings floating on the water. Ducks wander under willows, occasionally whispering and chatting with wickers. Ducks always stretch their necks and naturally open their flat mouths, full of saliva. If you want to eat yellow-green flowers with catkins in full bloom, ducks floating on the water will never get to their mouths. Ducks fighting with each other are chirping and making noise. Have a plenty of sleep. A duck was silent and thoughtful, while two ducks ducked and croaked about their feelings. Most of them still play leisurely and wholeheartedly with the company of Xiao Liu.

In early spring and February, the growth of slender willows is always so uniform, which reminds people of He's "Singing Willow". I stood on the flood wall for a long time, and in the thin rain, they stood tall again in the spring breeze; The weeping willows by the river are green and pretty, swaying in front of our eyes in the breeze on the river. Looking at the boats on the river, they are busy on the golden waterway, and a picture of early spring is presented to people. The scenery here is unique. Such a dream blends the scene of spring. It also makes people look forward to a beautiful spring. Call for the arrival of spring!

The reverie of spring

Everyone has their own spring in their hearts. Famous poets describe spring too much. In my eyes, spring is simply a living book, which makes people eat and read enough. Gorgeous illustrations, meaningful sentences, changeable styles and rich connotations constantly attract us to look forward to it, get close to it, explore it and chant it.

Spring is an essay. Unconsciously, the water in the river rose, and the clear river reflected the blue sky like a transparent blue ribbon; Reflected with green trees, like a piece of jasper. The grass took off its heavy clothes, put on its green coat, and emerged from the field. The ground was covered with endless green velvet carpets. Under the breeze, the willow swayed freely, stretching Anna's waist and spitting out buds. Then, the buds grow green leaves and gently stir the gurgling river. From a distance, they look like green curtains. From a close distance, they look like long hair in the mirror. The golden winter jasmine blooms with a smile and plays the song of life towards the sky. At this time, the peach blossom does not show weakness. Under the caress of the spring breeze, it is as brilliant as Xia Hong. Although there are many kinds of scenery in spring, everything in change shows the vitality of life. Doesn't this reflect the characteristics of prose scattered in form but not in spirit?

Spring is a collection of poems. Every leaf and every flower is condensed with fragrant and beautiful poems. Taste it carefully and leave fragrance on your teeth and lips. The newly-grown grass has both the posture of "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass in the distance is similar in color" and the elegance of "the flowers are getting lost, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes". In the early spring, the willow branch peach blossoms germinated from the situation that "the poet is in the spring, the green willow and yellow are half uneven" and "the peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet". In mid-spring, willow flowers are thick, and they can no longer be dissolved when "the jasper tree is tall and the tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hangs down" and "the grass tree knows that spring comes early and all kinds of red and purple flowers compete for wheatgrass". In the late spring, the scene of blooming flowers has lost its former glory in the scenes of "the peaches and plums in the south garden are all falling, and the spring breeze shakes the empty branches alone" and "the spring scenery is all annoying, and a few flowers are all over the ground" ... When you open the poetry collection of Spring, whether it is flowers, insects, birds or mountains and rivers, you can recite fascinating chapters in the chapter of looking forward to, enjoying and cherishing spring.

Spring is a novel. A tree of peaches and plums is full of flowers, competing for novelty and beauty, and deducing the romantic situation of attracting bees and butterflies. Butterflies flapped their colorful wings, bees sang intoxicating sweetness, danced in the branches, lingered among the flowers, wrote the persistence and infatuation of "Butterfly Loves Flowers", and interpreted the bitterness and expectation of "whoever works hard is sweet". The hero Bird finally made his debut in the long-awaited competition. He began to rack his brains to create a plot and beat around the bush. Who says the famous flower is taken, and never give up until the last moment? A tortuous, fragrant and touching story begins.

Spring is a fable. You see, the new green arched in the corner brick crevice, the flower buds spit out from the cliff, the dog's tail pulled out from the cement path, and the moss emerging from the bellows of the farmhouse are all showing us the meaning of life and the belief in survival. The wild flowers in the mountains that nobody cares about but are open explain the Zen meaning of "opening calmly and falling calmly", and the new buds on the dead trees and the small green buds under the hay all tell us a philosophy about kindness and not bowing to fate.

The color of spring

Spring is coming, wearing colorful clothes. What color is spring? With this mystery, I went to the suburbs to find the breath of spring.

I think spring may be green. You see, the grass has drilled a small head from the ground and looked at this strange and familiar world curiously. The ground is green, as if covered with a green carpet. By the river, the breeze is blowing thousands of green wickers. Wicker flutters in the wind, as if clapping for the arrival of spring. Ah, green makes spring full of vitality!

However, I think spring is still a world of flowers. Look, the hillside is full of colorful flowers. They compete to open up and compare with each other: red flowers give people a generous and bright feeling; Purple flowers give people a deep and warm feeling ... the spring breeze is blowing and the flowers are dancing. Seen from a distance, these flowers seem to embroider colorful stripes on the green carpet. Ah! The color of flowers makes spring colorful!

Listen, "Ding-dong … Ding-dong …" Isn't this the beautiful and crisp song of Sister Chunyu? You see, the rain is like a string of pearls with broken lines, gently falling on the flowers, and the flowers are smiling comfortably, so brilliant. Pearl raindrops on petals are like beautiful jewelry given to flowers by spring rain. Look, the flowers are nodding and smiling at the spring rain, as if thanking her! The spring rain caressed the grass again, and the grass enjoyed the bath comfortably and turned green. Urged by the spring rain, they grew up hand in hand. Look, the willows are happily tidying their braids! Braids are spotless by the spring rain, like jade. The willow waved its braid in the rain as if thanking the spring rain.

Ah! I finally found spring! Now, I understand that spring is green, red and purple … spring is colorful! I love you! Beautiful spring! agree

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20 12-3- 13 20:05 Langying Claw | Level 2

The gift of spring

Summer gives us green lotus, autumn gives us Jin Ju, winter gives us ice and snow, and spring gives us what?

Of the four seasons, spring gives us the most. Everything revives, everything revives. It seems that the warm sun that has disappeared for centuries has finally sprinkled on us. Compared with the previous cold winter, the world is full of vitality.

One day every year, the cold begins to recede. That morning, a ray of golden sunshine shone into the room, as if to soften everything in the room. It's spring that can't wait to appear. Usually, it looks the same every time, which always gives people a little boring feeling, but spring is different because it shines with vitality and hope.

When spring comes on stage, it will gradually welcome applause from all things. All kinds of flowers are most excited and seem to regard spring as an idol. Jasmine in spring is dyed golden by spring, and peach blossoms bloom one after another, which suddenly adds more vitality to the branches. Look at Haitang again, it seems like a huge pink cloud floating in mid-air, as if you can take a bite of cotton candy right away ... it is inevitable to be tacky when you have warm colors, and of course you should match it with a little fresh green. Under the flower picking, it is a dewdrop-covered grass, and it is also full of green after the Spring Festival. The most poetic is begonia, with blue sky above, hazy pink in the middle and fresh new green below, just right.

In the field of vision, it is already beautiful. Naturally, it should be accompanied by a beautiful voice. I heard the long-lost warbler. Although not many, only one or two feel particularly good. I also heard the fish jumping out of the water in the pond. Of course, this sound is not pleasant to listen to alone, but it is especially enjoyable to stay in the spring occasionally! Why do you feel this way? Because it represents vitality, vitality, recovery and the coming spring.

Flowers and plants are everywhere, and it certainly smells not bad. The fresh air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is faint and not exciting at all. At this time, you can even feel the fragrance of the soil. Although I can't see the scene of "whose new swallow pecks at spring mud", I can smell the soil, which is not bad.

Every year, beauty is there. When we arrive, the east wind has started and a hundred flowers are blooming. It doesn't matter. As long as we wait for three more seasons, there will still be warm sunshine ... The weather is getting warmer, the earth is illuminated by sunshine, and the breath of spring blows into my ears.

When spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, and the willow branches beside the West Lake ripple with the wind, sprouting tender new buds and emitting a little spring breath. In the community, sparrows flapped their wings under the clear blue sky as if looking for a new home.

Spring is like a naughty child. It always wakes up animals and plants first to tell the news. Being alone, I don't know where to play, and I won't come, which makes people stay for a few more days in the cold winter.

Gradually, we spit less white gas and wear less clothes in the cold winter.

When spring comes, many animals wake up, and my turtle is no exception. In the past two days, it has been "alive" again, starting to eat meat and plopping in the tank again. The daffodils that bloomed in winter faded at this time. He doesn't seem to like spring, and it fades when it comes to spring.

In spring, take your time, take your time, take your time. It is unhurried, leisurely, and takes nothing seriously. It is lazy, but it brings vitality. agree

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2012-3-2121:32 enthusiastic users

When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;

When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.

New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.

So, I started walking in spring.

Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.

Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.

So, I began to wander in spring.

Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.

You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.

This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.