Spring breathing ear clip

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.

The melody of spring

What else can stop you from coming? The east wind between heaven and earth is your firm step. You stand on tiptoe and come across mountains and rivers.

The spring water rose, dancing and singing softly in the mountains; The branches are green, which makes the spirit of spring fly everywhere. Liu's flute is very gentle and melodious; The whip is soft and brittle. Whose teenager is holding a book in the warm sunshine and reading the chapter of spring!

Oh! This spring wind, spring sun! Can you call my name in a warm voice like spring? I have bloomed in front of you for thousands of times in the Spring Festival in February, pink and ice grass in March.

Oh! Am I being held by the warm hand of this spring? Have the fingers of sunshine ever smelled the flowers? Have you ever seen the light of hope in mysterious eyes? In this season, how many spring emotions are on the face; How many beautiful lives are sprouting quietly and growing secretly.

In the field, a line of green footprints, but it is a gentle line I wrote to spring, far away?

The truest singing

Will I remain silent this season?

I am bathed in your beautiful rosy clouds, accompanied by the music of adding branches and jointing, walking in a hurry, beating the beat, playing the most exciting melody in my life on a road that can go far, and I am eager to hear the wind in my ear.

I raise my glass to the grass that accompanies me every step and sing for the clearest love in my heart. I never doubted that I would meet you and get to know you on some road ahead, without any excuse. Because my extended roots have touched your pulse, and your earth-shattering smile will wet my footprints when I come.

I think, I used to be the lake in March, calm, but I am waiting for you to come from afar, cast a beautiful shadow in my eyes, leave a mark on my face, and kiss dizzy!

The footsteps of spring

Crossing the long road of winter, I see the footsteps of spring, accompanied by thousands of willow branches fluttering in the wind, and coming lightly to you and me under the gaze of many pairs of eager and expectant eyes.

Spring! Have you seen it? I held my arms high and waved to you enthusiastically in the direction where you came; Have you ever heard of it? That powerful drum sound is actually just the tide that your arrival has set off in my heart.

I fly thousands of thoughts, make kites flying all over the sky, and tell my heart to the white clouds stretching under the blue sky and the pigeon whistle of freedom. Raise your glass, for your steps, I will be drunk for you! No, who said I was drunk? My heart is full of spring water; Who said I was drunk? My eager eyes are already filled with tears of happiness and excitement.

I welcome you wholeheartedly, Spring. I am song for you, I am crazy about you, I am intoxicated with you!

Oh! In spring, your arrival will brush away the thick frost and dust on my body and heal many sores in my heart. In spring, I will set off easily all the way; In spring, my clothes are dancing; In spring, I will confidently go to tomorrow to find my share of glory.

Oh! I saw it! Spring is coming to you and me step by step!

Sing in spring

If the wind in February does not come, the flowers in spring will not bloom; Who will cut the green willow leaves if Yan Zi's figure doesn't come? In carefree times, the sky is full of gorgeous rosy clouds; In the season when buds are in full bloom, there is no blank of flowers on the branches.

A sunny path, like a warm arm, leads you forward. Colorful tassels and pigtails with bows are dancing on the schoolbag. The birds on the branches sing softly for you, and the gorgeous mountain flowers on the roadside bloom brilliantly for you.

Your happy childhood, whose skillful hand painted you the brightest color in this spring? At the end of the path is my campus with green trees and red tiles. Standing in the early morning sunshine, our teacher greeted us, and bright red scarves flew to you. A group of birds to be fed are enjoying spring-like love.

Bathed in fresh sunshine and rain, watching life flourish, my poems began to exude the fragrance of spring.

What I can't say is that an angry seed comes out of the ground in spring, and I seem to see the jingle of flowers. The children are flying with the kites they are chasing, but they can't get rid of the strings. On the graceful wicker by the lake, dancing butterflies are parked, which makes the beautiful vision purify the soul. When the tits are drunk, the children's laughter rushes into the backbone of heaven and earth.

This spring is still persistent, and the sinking sunrise continues to rise. Go for an outing, enjoy the fragrance of buds and see the lovely grass or the happy posture of standing or lying down. Let the heart soaked for a long time bloom green breath under the breeze, and let the dream under the fence condense into a wave of reflection. Forget the pain when autumn leaves fall. Ice and blood gradually melted. There is no need to be emotional in life. Let the awakened river touch the wings left by the geese, and let the eyes in the clouds drift across the deep shadows. Go for an outing, sing happily, find the right direction for your ideal, look at the overlapping figure of open morning glory, and imagine the whisper under the fence last spring. Go for an outing and see the solemn oath of mimosa in the season, and the tenderness that will never lose weight after a winter. The golden cauliflower remains unchanged, restoring the interlaced scenery in the farmland. Winter jasmine has been woven into the torrent of flowers and rolled into the epitome of spring.

If you are willing to farm, then plant confusion and confusion. I want to harvest the whole season in the shade. If you are willing to farm, plant indifference and resentment. I want to harvest yearning and nature. If you are willing to plow, plant the words you once wrote to me. I want to harvest our love answers in this life.

On the way back and forth, I seemed to see a forest full of flowers. Are you spying on me?

Looking back several times, dreaming of the world of mortals, always wandering in your world. Spring is full, and there are always pictures of the past in my spiritual words.

There is no turning back at the end of the world, flowers fall in spring and spring is full. Soon, I will eventually become a wicker crying at the window in the autumn wind.

I once thought, before we met, did you realize the prosperity and coldness of this world? Otherwise, how can you vent the power of love and hate crazily?

Leaves are in the roots, whether they sprout or fall, whether they are bitter or happy.

Yan has been here, smiling and smoking. You have been here, but standing at the end of the fog, your back is blurred.

After today, I sent you away from my heart, and the time to miss the moon finally didn't come.

It's not too deep or dull. When spring comes, it can never arouse your feelings for spring. My spring is in childhood. When I was a child, I was like a bud in spring, eagerly stretching my legs and feet and throwing myself into the embrace of spring. I sing, I laugh, I make noise. Now, walking in spring, I recall my childhood, such as picking grass buds, smoothing Sophora japonica and catching grasshoppers. ...

As soon as spring begins, the ground temperature rises and the soil feels less cold. The thatch on the slope and the edge of the ground arched green buds all over the ground in the frozen soil. Green is getting stronger every day. If you cut off the layer of white and yellow hay, the green shoots will be like wheat seedlings in the wheat field. On March 3rd, Maurya began to show the clues. Friends in the village are looking forward to this day. As soon as the green grass arched out of the land, we chanted in our hearts, "On March 3rd, Mao Ya 'er exposed her head". Anyone who has been to the countryside knows that hairy buds are thatched buds. Wrapped in white turf before flowering. Take it out and eat it. It's from My Sweetie. When Dangeard was old, the thatch blossomed. In those days, we were herding cattle and smoking grass buds. Smoke, peel, white and grow, and eat one by one. When friends are tired of eating, they will eat in another way. One is to suck into your mouth to see who sucks louder than who. Take out the "white strip" first, and then eat it with your mouth. Also, peel it and put it on a plate to eat as white flour buns. The buds are white and the chewing water is green. Looking at a drop of green water hanging on the corner of our mouth, we all widened our eyes. After we doubted it, it suddenly dawned on us that the hair teeth were still thatched in the bones! We can't eat enough cat teeth. When Mao Yaer was "fat", he smoked one bag after another every day, and when the sun went down, he tied the cows home for dinner. In retrospect, it still smells good.

In spring, the earth tries its best to "eat" and lure the bugs in our mouths. We don't have enough to eat. Except Mao Ya 'er, there are wild vegetables all over the ground. There are noodles and thorns in the wheat field, grey vegetables, ground vegetables and ganoderma lucidum in the corner of the field, and water celery in the river ditch. In spring, one of the tasks given to us by adults is to pick wild vegetables. One is to gouge it out and feed it to pigs, and the other is to pick it up and wash it, and cook a lid with a little ground sesame oil. It's delicious, very delicious. Noodles with noodles are no worse than sesame leaves. This is a way of eating that you don't want to bother. If you want trouble, you can steam noodles and bake them into buns. As attractive as wild vegetables are the leaves of poplar, elm and locust trees. Poplar leaves and elm leaves, piece by piece, can only be produced by slow and patient people. Toona sinensis, not every family grows it. People with Toona sinensis trees, when they arrive at Toona sinensis, give them to their neighbors for a taste. When the Sophora japonica comes down, every household is busy smoothing it. The most common locust tree in our hometown is Robinia pseudoacacia, which is full of thorns. Sophora japonica is the easiest to survive, just like willow and poplar, it can germinate by cutting a branch and inserting it in the soil. Sophora japonica can't grow straight, and it is easy to get insects, so it can't be a great tool. Put the tree in the water, you can fix some furniture such as tables and chairs, and it can be used as a guide to the house. The most popular Sophora japonica is the tree full of snow-white Sophora japonica. When Sophora japonica is in full bloom, the village is full of fragrance, attracting buzzing bees and flying butterflies. Whenever the Sophora japonica flowers are fragrant, we put baskets and hooks on them and happily run to the Sophora japonica forest to touch them. Sophora japonica, like soaking in sugar, comes from My Sweetie. Grab a handful and chew it with your mouth, sweet to your heart. Eating raw Sophora japonica has a refreshing effect. The best way to eat is to steam noodles. Steaming cauldron is both dry rice and steamed bun. I still want to eat this meal.

When we have played enough, we will play. Children in rural areas play a lot of tricks. Catch children, catch chickens, hide the old fool, pinch clay figurines, play slingshots, throw four corners and fly kites, and there are endless games every day. My favorite things are catching grasshoppers, playing the flute and going for an outing. Grasshoppers appear as soon as the grass grows tall. Shoulder pole, big gray head, flying child, jumping more than playing on the grass. Chickens are their natural enemies. As soon as the cage was released in the morning, the rooster took the hen to the grass on the hillside to find grasshoppers with his first stab and his wings flapping. As soon as it was dark, the rooster and hen who ate mouthwash walked down the hillside one after another. We catch grasshoppers. One is to feed the chickens. As soon as spring comes, someone runs from village to village with Kang chicken to sell it: "Catch Kang chicken!" " ".The chicken butt is the salt pan of farmers, and the eggs are reluctant to eat, keeping the oil and salt. Therefore, raising chickens is like raising pigs and dogs, and every family has "chickens and ducks in groups". Another reason why we catch grasshoppers is for fun. The pole is long and thin, but it can't jump far. Easy to catch, not fun. Big gray head fat, gratifying, but a little fleshy. Fat boy is the most cunning. Before your palm touched you, its leg flew away as soon as it kicked its wings. It's not easy to catch the flyer. When you catch a grasshopper, you sometimes string it with dog grass, like a small crucian carp strung in a weir pond. String fish from your mouth. The grasshopper has a "collar" around its neck, and the dog grass has passed through it. A string, the grasshopper will flow green water. We pity them and often put them in cans or small baskets made of bamboo sticks, corn stalks and kudzu roots. Grasshoppers have a good life. You can't stay in the basket for long. Even if its thighs and wings are pinched, it can still live. Sometimes my head is about to be strung off. I put it in the grass nest for a day, and then it comes back. We beat cricket, not grasshoppers, and let the grasshoppers run forward. Grasshoppers turn as easily as dizzy ducks. Therefore, winning the championship is not easy. We arranged the grasshoppers side by side, head to head in a circle, started with a fan, and shouted, "Climb forward and cross the green head! ""Our favorite grasshopper is called a dog. Calling a dog at night sounds nice. We can catch crying with lanterns, put them in cages, hang them on doors and listen at night. As soon as I heard the crying, I stopped having nightmares.

Another sound of spring is the willow flute. When catkins fly by, we climb the willow tree, break some branches of wicker and twist them back and forth with our hands, and the skin and meat will be loose. Then I take out the willow pipe with a puff, cut it into sections, flatten it with my nails, and the willow flute is ready. Liu Di's long sound is humming, and Liu Di's short sound is calling. We ride on cows, blowing higher and lower, just like a troupe. As long as we hear the willow flute, we can know whether we are herding cattle on Dongpo or on the west slope. When a large number of cows set cows, they often find Liu Di and ask us to drive them away. There are poplar sticks that can be used as flutes. But poplar strips are not only round, but also difficult to draw into a complete tube. We don't usually use poplar sticks to make flutes. The most durable is the bamboo flute. It's not the kind of flute on the stage, but a bamboo flute with long fingers. To make bamboo flutes, use thin bamboo poles, which are generally slightly smaller. Cut off your fingers, turn your head in half, chop a little more, clip bamboo leaves, and the whistle will be ready. The sound of bamboo whistle is particularly loud, dare to compare with hemp cicada. Bamboo flute is more resistant to blowing than willow flute. As long as you change the bamboo leaves frequently, you can blow them at any time. We learned to whistle, blow the hand whistle, and sometimes we can play the willow flute and bamboo flute while blowing the leaves, and we can also make pleasant sounds.

The spring of childhood always feels very fun. We are very happy in spring. I really want to go back to the past years and integrate into the spring of my childhood.

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[novice]

Foreword:

Spring is a sunny season, and it is also a season of blooming flowers. If we say we are flowers, then spring is the world of flowers. ...

(1) Lan Yingchun

"Some people say that flowers in spring are the most real. Because they say we are waiting for spring on campus, we are very real. "

If there are no flowers on campus in spring, I feel like a Chinese painting without an inscription, which makes the appreciator feel a little lost and sad. The campus in spring is the friendliest.

Orchids quietly open their withered leaves in the cold winter. She said that when the spring breeze blows the campus green, the swallows in the distance will fly back. Waiting is the arrival of the spring breeze, and I am waiting for what the poet Haizi said about spring blossoms. ...

(2) Liu Qingchun

"I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." People always comment on the spring breeze like this. This year's spring breeze is particularly refreshing, and it blows to my ear again and again. He said softly, "Brother Liu, I'm back. Get up! " I am very happy. Spring breeze is really interesting. I took the trouble to tell me those poems "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan ..." I laughed. Why not say the next sentence, "When will the bright moon shine on me?" . The spring breeze smiled sweetly, and Yaner's wings swayed in the laughter. Spring breeze once said a classic saying, that is, the delicacy of destructive leaves is not cut off, but the beauty of life after tempering in the cold winter. Spring on campus is beautiful not because of its existence, but because of it. There is a deep meaning in this! I don't understand the meaning of the last sentence, but I understand the beauty of another poem: "I want to be with the spring in this life, and I want to be with the soul!" "

(3) Hiking

If campus spring is meaningful, then the so-called most beautiful spring is campus spring. We walk by singing, because we are the youngest in spring. Through those paths full of spring, we can find how beautiful life is for a seed in spring. I understand the allusion that "a grain is planted in spring, and a valley is harvested in autumn". Today we sow spring, and tomorrow we will harvest spring.

If we are messengers of spring, then the real spring between heaven and earth is spring. We are singing and the campus is waiting for tomorrow's red flowers.

(4) all loves

"All love can't be caged. An almond goes out of the wall." Spring in a vibrant campus is like an inscription on an ancient wall, which cannot be erased. Everything came quietly. It came too suddenly, with a little surprise and joy. There are many dreams in that sunny spring garden.

Perhaps, the campus in spring is like a poem, vivid and implicit. It is also like a wonderful song, full of energy and depth.

I want to say that spring on campus is forever. We are the messengers of spring.

Oh! Eternal campus, eternal spring.