Live up to the prose of spring

Spring is always a colorful season, sunny and breezy. Flowers are in full bloom and colorful. Look at the plum blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, begonia flowers and azaleas on the treetops. White snow is red as fire, pure as white, dazzling red, and some are as pink as baby's skin. The spring breeze blows gently, like a mother's gentle hands stroking the cheeks of a sleeping child, which makes people feel at ease and warm. The spring rain is falling, as if telling a love story to the earth. Are they lovers reunited after a long separation? So affectionate, pour out the lovesickness after parting.

Spring is also the time when literati can feel their love for books best. Spring gives them visual inspiration, while spring breeze and spring rain give them auditory perception. Therefore, when spring is like water, they will walk and sing their own spring stories. Listen! Who is singing "Holding the Moon in the Hand, Flowers Full of Skirts" at the foot of Chunshan Mountain? Who is singing: flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year? On the other side, one after another, someone was singing: Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring scenery did not return for a long time. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. ..... What a beautiful song, it will make people intoxicated, intoxicated in this thick and charming spring.

Open the thick clouds to see clearly, oh! It turns out that they are a group of poets who like to tell their worries in words. The soul is too cold on high. Sometimes they can't help being lonely, so they meditate and sing a lot of things. However, spring is always too short. Flowers bloomed all over the branches yesterday, but now they are everywhere. Pieces of fallen flowers seem reluctant to leave the branches, dancing with the wind, refusing to land, turning around the branches again and again, and then reluctantly kissing the branches goodbye. Some people whisper that falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Oh, I see!

In spring, I want to keep you around forever. How can I keep you? I might as well turn you into words. When I miss you, I will open it and smell your breath, just like you are enchanting and charming in front of me.

Live up to the prose of spring 2 At this time, it is over; At that time, a beginning; Go to college; At first, in college. With a college dream, go, go.

Looking back, we have hurried through dozens of winters and summers. What makes us hold our heads high? What makes us full of confidence? What makes us sweat like rain?

It is our pursuit of dreams, and it is also our pursuit of dreams, so we sail. Last September was golden. I came to the university with dreams and hopes. When I first entered the university, I was full of curiosity and novelty about everything. However, the university is a brand-new living environment, and my friends and classmates also started with the word "brand-new". In the new living environment, as Darwin's Theory of Evolution said, "Natural selection, survival of the fittest, elimination of the unsuitable."

Therefore, at this time, we need a transition period, but we can't always use the "transitional" self as an excuse for me, thinking that we can avoid some responsibilities if we don't adapt to the new environment during the transition period.

We are a leaf in the world. When the wind stops chasing us, we will stay where we are. I have seen such an equation in a book: "Unscrupulous laughter and tears+passion and footsteps of chasing dreams = youth."

Youth is the most time to struggle. The university is in youth, but the university does not let us idle away our time, but perfects our life: youth is not muddling along, but pursuing Excellence.

In fact, college time is the most quietly flying. Time, we can't stand its slack. Even if the time is short, we should seize every minute of the moment. Don't wait until you are past your youth before you want to fight. It is too late.

We always thought that time would wait for us, let us start all over again and make up for the shortcomings of life, but time is gone forever. Stone, winter goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall, and you can start again if you fail. The past time has passed, so let the future time go on in enrichment. Even if the whole world thinks you can't do it, you should believe in yourself; When the whole world is saying give up, tell yourself firmly and try again.

Life is a constant choice. Both the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination are a turning point that we must experience. Every morning we are faced with two simple choices: go back to sleep or get up to chase our dreams. I believe more people choose the latter. Because as long as you are willing to take a step, the road will extend under your feet.

Flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death depend on people's wishes. A withered grass can change the color of nature, not to mention us.

Day after day, year after year, we move from childhood to youth, from youth to middle age, and from fullness to bone. He said: the dream is in the east, and you said: the dream is in the south. I said: the direction of dreams is the direction of the heart.

The end of the world is too far away and life is too long for Citi to resist the waste of time. Memory changes, who is pale and who waits, who has no regrets and who is persistent. Live up to spring, live up to yourself, and work hard. Teenager!

Live up to Spring Prose 3 I followed the footsteps of light smoke and caught up with the pace of spring breeze.

I don't know when spring came out quietly. When I passed the square, it was full of spring: a magnolia tree with flowers in full bloom perched on the branches, like a dove spreading its wings; Several clusters of winter jasmine, yellow flowers, seem to overflow from dark green leaves, covered with gold; Brilliant cherry blossoms, connected into a pink light cloud. ......

Spring always sneaks into people's eyes. On a cold day, I thought that spring was afraid of the cold, and I slowed down, but I didn't know that in the frozen land, spring had been accumulating strength and quietly urging the buds of the branches.

Year after year, spring always comes and goes quietly; This year's spring is vaguely like those that are disappearing in the long river of years, but I don't know if the people who enjoy flowers this year are still the people who enjoyed flowers last year?

Looking back, I have lost a lot of spring, like the dream of spring breeze, like the clock in the dream, like the watery sky. Those moving spring days have all sunk into the long river of time, and I only vaguely remember its charming face. I tried to stretch out my hand to stay, but it didn't stop for a minute for me, leaving only a cavity of melancholy.

The weather forecast says that there will be strong cold air tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the temperature will drop below 4℃, which is undoubtedly a test for these delicate flowers. I want to give these beautiful flowers a reminder, but so what? What should come will always come, and what should go will always go, and nothing will change!

I have seen wintersweet blooming in the ice and snow. Although the snow and ice have turned its face red, it still faces the biting cold wind with a smile. Even if the north wind blows hard, the flowers are still full of flowers. The spirit of flowers and flowers, no matter what the weather is like, is calm and calm, and full of vitality when it is open; Withered, quiet, without any signs of complaining.

The breeze is blowing, the flowers are whispering, and the smiling faces seem to care nothing about the coming bad weather. They are like this, sunny, open themselves and show the beauty of life; Bad luck is coming, let it be devastated by wind and rain, even if the ground is red, because the soil knows the heart of flowers, its roots continue to work hard, and over time, it will bloom the flowers of life!

Last year's spring scenery has gone, and this year's spring scenery is pleasant. Don't disappoint the spring scenery in front of you. I want to listen carefully to the birds' songs about spring. I want to communicate with every flower with my eyes. I want to feel this gentle spring with every inch of skin and every pore!

The golden flowers of acacia trees flow down from the crown, like a starry river, with charming spring colors rippling in the river. ......

I walked into a strange forest, the gray sky, the dim light, the bare trunk fell asleep, and the yellow weeds crawled listlessly on the ground, as if satisfied with the present state and fate. The cold wind penetrated every inch of my body from head to toe, from hand to heart, and my body kept shaking. Wearing thin clothes, I kept running forward, trying to escape from this foggy world, looking for a little green shadow, but I was greeted by a gloomy cloud. Isn't it spring already? What about the shadow of spring? Suddenly a biting cold woke me up from my sleep, oh! The quilt was kicked off and the whole body curled up and hugged together. It was a dream. Recently, the temperature difference between day and night is extremely great. Night is winter and day is summer. I am glad that this is a dream, otherwise I will be disappointed to see such a scene in spring. Tucked in and fell asleep again.

I woke up naturally in the warm sunshine outside the window, and the scene in my dream still lingered in my mind. Hurry up and pack up properly, take the children out of the house, and urgently need to find this spring breeze, spring green leaves, spring flowers, and wave away the gloom and cold. On both sides of the road, cherry blossoms bloom more and more brightly against the green leaves; Slight warm wind blowing, petals hovering in the air, slowly falling, adding a little softness to the new grass on the ground; Hay in winter has already melted in the soil and turned into fertilizer in spring to maintain the growth of new grass; On the straight ginkgo tree, ginkgo leaves or buds are scattered on the branches, or green leaves hang on the branches in spring and dance in the breeze. The breath of spring is full of vitality under the green leaves of this tree. Spring should be like this, with a feeling of being taken back, breathing smoothly and full of energy.

When I came to the riverside of my grandmother's house, long green seedlings grew in the corn field, and the power of life was already obvious when it broke through the ground; The branches of the bamboo forest sprout new buds and stretch freely in the wind; In a ploughed rose field, the children found clusters of tender wild onions, shouted happily, flew over like rabbits, completely ignored the sand falling into their shoes, pulled up the soil and grass together, raised the joy of victory on their faces and showed off their achievements in front of me. The breath of spring sparkled on their faces.

When pulling wild onions, I saw a little girl wearing a pink cotton-padded coat, about ten years old, squatting in a rose field with a ponytail. The scattered pink roses set off her pink face, which stood out among the green leaves and weeds. In particular, she focused on pulling wild onions, while sorting wild onions, while humming a song that only she could understand, her voice was not high, but she was gentle and cheerful; When you sing to your heart's content, you can't help but open your arms and let them fly like a dancing pink butterfly. The picked wild onion is wrapped in clothes, like a favorite baby. Her appearance reminds me of my childhood. At that time, there was a lot of farm work at home, either weeding pigs or cutting fish and grass. I often work alone in the fields, but I don't feel lonely or tired. I just feel that pigs and fish can eat enough again, but I am very happy. The little girl always has a smile on her face and is content with her own little world. What a lovely face this is! The soft light of spring is projected on her face, and that piece of green land reflects her infinite yearning for a better life!

Green is usually a symbol of vitality. Dry plants have withstood the test of severe winter, and their roots firmly extend underground, storing enough energy for the growth in the coming year; After the coldest winter, when spring comes, the flower of life will bloom more beautifully. Life, the tide rises and falls, and several cycles return to the original point. In the cruel real life, learn to be patient and get through it, and life will enter a new stage; I can't stand it. I hope I can only fall asleep as dirt. Study hard when it's time to study, pursue love when it's time to fall in love, enjoy the happy time of raising life with children when it's time to have children, and strive to realize your social value when it's time to struggle. Every stage of life has a goal. I don't waste time. I tried to pursue them. When I look back, I will not regret it. "Youth is fleeting and looks old. Flashy is always a cloud. " Grasp the present and live up to the green that spring should have!

Another year, the spring scenery is infinitely good. In the warm season, from sunrise to sunset, from the first bud to trees and flowers, every change is full of vitality. Looking up at the window, it's really time to go out for a walk, and this infinite spring.

The clear wind swept the hills, and the soil, flowers and incense flourished. I held a beam of sunshine in my hand, which was warm and hit the ground, and I fainted a broken shadow. I am so free, everything is so quiet and beautiful, so I slowed down and slowly felt the taste of spring.

People are also like this. They like to let time flow away from them bit by bit, then sigh that "time is so easy to throw people away" and begin to look back and lament. But it is actually our own abandonment of the good times and our own sadness in the bright season.

Some people say that "spring is bright and sad", and I always think that spring is a season full of hope and sadness. This kind of sadness is more bitter and biting than winter. As we all know, spring is the season when everything is born again. At this time, all flowers and trees will be a new beginning, the new year will flourish and wither, and new life will be reborn. The saddest thing is that everything has to start again. How cute? Still the same, and will never start again, so I began to be confused and sad. Really, like you said, nothing can pass, but I can't go back.

But sorrow is always sorrow, and good spring is innocent. It is better to appreciate the new green of this spring than to be blurred in the shadow of the old year; Instead of indulging in worldly worries, it is better to fold a flower, put it under the idle window and savor an unfinished concern; It is better to pity the present than to hurt the spring. Cherish everything in front of you, don't immerse yourself in sadness, and don't pretend to be strong.

April is a season of flowers. The word blooming seems not appropriate enough, but blooming is more appropriate. From pear blossom, peach blossom and winter jasmine to forsythia, apricot blossom, magnolia, begonia, peony and tulip, you can sing, and I will appear, and they are gradually opening up. As soon as I go out, I can attract my attention everywhere. The flowering period of these flowers is relatively short, and the whole process from flowering to withering is interpreted in about one month. It's really a pity that I don't take some beautiful flowers in this season.

Although I am busy at work and often on duty, it is not easy to take time out to shoot. Photography is, after all, an art of light and shadow. Only when the light is good can we shoot better works. The light is best before 9 am. Sometimes I get off work at 8 in the morning. Even if I had a rest that day, I missed the best opportunity to go out and shoot, not to mention sunny, foggy, cloudy or dusty days. In such a big capital, you can't go to the scenic spots for an hour or two, so you have to get up early. Every time you shoot, you have to get up before five o'clock in the morning, take the first bus and take the subway. Because I travel early, there is no traffic jam, and I can basically get to my destination early.

Last year, I basically didn't go out to shoot because of many trivial matters. I always feel a little sorry. Never going out makes me a little lazy. This year, I often write some words to express my feelings and praise spring. I can't make up for it at home. I have to go out for inspiration and shoot works. I went out to shoot several times in April, and the harvest was full. From the Magnolia in the International Sculpture Garden, the Haitang Huaxi in Beitucheng to the Xuanyi Park in Xicheng District, from the peony in Jingshan Park to the tulip in Zhongshan Park, every time you shoot, you will be intoxicated by the beautiful flowers, which makes people linger. I will also take some photos with my mobile phone and share them with my friends in time.

Don't rest well at night. I don't get enough sleep every time I get up early, and I feel very tired. When I get home and sit in front of the computer, it often takes several hours to post-process hundreds of photos. It's very hard, but every time I can find a few satisfactory works in many photos, I feel very gratified. I feel that all the hard work and efforts have not been in vain and are worth it.

Writing and photography are my hobbies. When you go out to collect folk songs and create, you can calm your heart and concentrate. In this noisy world, how much such silence is needed, I like this feeling, it can not only please the body and mind, but also make life more colorful.

Live up to spring scenery prose 7 live up to spring scenery and live up to yourself.

Whether you are whispering in the wind or soaking in the warm sun, spring has come, without haste or delay.

With the pace of spring, those who are dormant, frozen or pregnant will recover.

Lazy sleep should open your shining eyes, withered branches should glow with fresh buds, or be full of green or colorful, and the earth should be covered with new clothes and full of vitality.

The journey of life is a faintly visible time mark. Whether we leave a mark or not depends on ourselves.

Beauty and harvest are people's eternal pursuits, but if there is no sweat sown in spring, the harvest in autumn will not be rich.

When the spring breeze blows away your heart, once the idea of moving rises, you should recognize the purpose and method you want to achieve and the determination to achieve it.

The so-called real determination should not only accept the present facts, but also seize the present opportunities. If you think you should do it, do it at once, otherwise, you don't have to make empty wishes.

If you hesitate in the cold spring, you will have every reason to avoid the heat in summer, the busyness in autumn and the cold in winter, so that you will spend empty years and your figure will gradually wither in time.

Come on, follow the footsteps of spring, do it in a down-to-earth manner according to the goals in your heart, and live up to spring and yourself!

The imprint of the years

Time flies.

We have been running for countless days.

With every sunrise and sunset, every kind of joys and sorrows, mix life into rich ups and downs for your taste. Whether it is tears or smiles, it will bloom into everyone's scenery, and it must be unique.

The new and the old seem to have nodes and signs, but in fact they are more of a self-definition. In the long river of time, they won't be much different, just like every grain of sand. The key point is that man is an animal that wants to leave its mark on the years. Whether tangible or intangible, they are willing to make their own contributions to a colorful life. As a result, the posture of walking, the direction of hard work and the sweat paid are all different, which leads to the ugliness and handsomeness, curves and straight lines of ink in the picture of life. Anyone is a stroke in this colorful picture, and it can also be your mark in the years.

Therefore, we will not stop our steps, we are all making unremitting efforts to make the picture more colorful or lighter.

Walking in the years, enjoying yourself. You can't remember your mark. Every painter is also a reader. Even in the middle of the year, more, like, after the new year comes, there is the next new year.

Be yourself, that's enough.

Beauty exists in every moment.

Another Spring Festival is coming, and I have come back from a long journey. Time flies, we flow in time. Pass by in a hurry.

When you idle away and hide in the pallor, there is a deep black hole somewhere in your heart. Nobody can peek.

Shut your mouth, open your eyes and ears, and follow your soul. Sometimes, I can't even see if I can walk.

Long or light, each has its own taste. I just don't want to stop and change direction.

Not afraid of bifurcation, no matter how fast or slow, it is like that stream. When the water is moving, it is alive and there will be more life.

Quicksand can also be painted. I like flowing, unrepeatable and unique pictures, and my heart will move with them. Or, brilliant.

Time is flowing, and we are also casting our own picture like fine sand flowing in time. Tangibility is sometimes a kind of beauty.

We should be beautiful there every moment!

Choose like a knot.

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Wandering on the road of life, sometimes, we will inevitably encounter some hesitation and even choice. Confused or confused, just because, like a knot, open this knot and the two ends of the wire will appear in front of you.

For a long time, human beings seem to be working hard for only one thing-finding the direction. Find the right direction, go your own way, struggle all the way, and run all the way to the finish line. This has become a man's pursuit. Moreover, this is also a happy person. Speaking of this, I will apply a once popular saying, "Are you happy?" Of course, there can also be an answer here: "I am very happy because I am on my own road." So, what about you?

When happiness becomes imagination, choice becomes a mess, and there is confusion between right and wrong, then the carrier of pursuit will drift far away and the result of struggle will be much vain. At this time, people walking on the road will be very difficult, their steps will hesitate, their eyes will be blurred, just like tying a knot. He doesn't know which foot he stepped on which end, and he doesn't know which way to go next. This is really not a very comfortable feeling.

As I said today, it is a very painful and unfortunate thing that people have no spiritual support and no agency. Think again, in fact, when there is no real entity in the support or post station, then everything is called fantasy!

So we summed up another one: all dreams are zero, so doing what you should do and want to do, even if it is a little bit of harvest, is definitely hard! When the selected knot is opened, we are faced with a straight road, left and right, calling ourselves a beat: March in haste! ?

Live up to the Spring Prose 8 Spring is on the lush and sparkling lake. On the hillside full of flowers, in the hard work of laborers, in the sound of children's reading, in the green eyes, in the echo of 19.

Spring has come, and the ticking rain, the ticking rain, brings the sound and songs of spring. It gives people hope. The yellow winter jasmine makes people feel that the spirit of spring is coming: a clever myth; Pink cherry blossoms, a pink ocean, spring is hope, spring is the beginning, and spring is the season when girls are in bud. Sowing farmers sow seeds of hope in spring, flowers in summer and beautiful fruits in autumn. Mo Fuchun shines in the warm sunshine in spring, and in the days of gentle wind and drizzle. On a beautiful day, I began to cultivate my life, design my future and sow my seeds. No matter how late, I am not afraid of spring. In the lake, you can feel the real temperature of water and experience the beauty of life.

In the cold weather in the morning, well, in the sweet and fragrant air, spring croakes in frogs, and spring approaches in the breeze filled with wicker. Among the red flowers dedicated by begonia, where is the dark red like blood? Begonia is the color of life. Begonia is like snow and life is like a cloud. A life, a great man, is as full of vitality as Haitang, showing the power of life year after year.

In spring, look to the future and sow hope. Cherish today, cherish time, do what you should do, don't waste time and grieve alone. I am not a spare tire, and spring is not sentimental.

Live up to spring, strive to rise, Do not forget your initiative mind, strive to be the best; Don't waste time. There are always more solutions than problems. Open your heart and embrace spring. Touch yourself and create your own miracle!

Live up to spring, prose is full in September, and spring is sung. The moon is gone, and the years have changed. Point a clear moon, and autumn chrysanthemums bring flowers. The world of mortals is full of melancholy, and a yearning is written in the fleeting chapter, and the gap of every word is full of loneliness and sadness.

A rain fell and poured into the ocean where blue and white umbrellas gathered, and the flowing rain mottled the annual rings along the tile trough. Between the years, only a thin layer of tile covered the melancholy eyes, leaving Chun Lv under the eaves.

The rain itself blocked the night, and under the dim light, the turret of acacia swayed, rummaging through the autumn rain, counting the attachment of peach blossoms in March, and then looking for the peach garden in previous lives.

This road is long and red. Spring is woven into a green sky in my heart. When the thin shadow is oblique, the footprints stay in the distance, and the sweat gives off a thick floral fragrance.

Rain or shine knows the rain, and the moon lacks sunny days. Spring goes and spring comes. Peach blossoms live together. Xia Ming loves peony in summer, plum blossoms in autumn, snow in winter and white hope in winter.

Shannan red beans are full of tenderness all their lives, drunk and Zen, and the wind is light and green. Warm a pot of peach blossoms, keep a love story, love a true feeling and make an oath. Open your heart, spend your whole life looking for the source of peach blossoms, and live up to the spring scenery in March.

West window candle, ten fingers holding hands. Affectionate, whispering drizzle. Warm words, affectionate words, you are between the lines and I am between the lines. Drinking autumn is poetry, and the clear moon is elegance, which together bear the beautiful warmth that flows through. There are peach branches in spring, green in summer, fruits in autumn and rain and snow in winter.

The wind cuts a round of flowers and a full moon, and several colorful butterflies flow. Plant a fragrant heart in the distance, and the flowers will bloom quietly and continuously. Peach blossoms between the eyebrows embellish the most beautiful scenery in the world. Looking closely at the long scroll, the long river of years is full of flowers and endless spring.

And we, bathed in sunshine, embrace the thoughts on the pen tip. Seek far-reaching obsession with poetry and taste Zen; Read the annual rings with the sun, the moon and the wind, and experience the chic; Flowers bloom and fall to the west, overlooking life.

In spring and March, the peach blossom garden is in full bloom.