Prose poems describing spring

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is light and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking and blinking.

"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind smells of earth, mixed with the smell of grass and all kinds of flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it is like a cow, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields wearing their hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" is just the beginning, and there are still many efforts and hopes.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

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

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

Green leaves spit, swallows return. The most distinctive thing on campus is several clusters of Tibetan spring flowers. Yellow flowers grow from the ground to the top. They seem to have an appointment to smile at you together. Yellow warms the heart. Sometimes people are not as good as a flower. How happy flowers are, and how many happy days are there in a person's life?

In spring, I can always see a lot of things coming out of the ground. I think of Wu Jun's poem "To Wang Guiyang": When the pine tree grows a few inches, the grass disappears. I can't see the heart of Cage Cloud, but I know it is as cold as ice. A sigh, a wave of heroism, a bright. When we were young, we were such a small pine tree. Under the words of adults, everyone had a dream of being a scientist. Every time I say that I am suddenly tall and proud of my lofty ideals, how many people insist on their dreams now? Always inadvertently let the running water of the years wash away our dream of wearing a red scarf under the red flag, but when we find it, we can't catch up with it, and it has drifted to an unpretentious corner.

Are you the watcher of your dreams? But I know that my dream has never been lost, but it can't be realized. Perhaps because of my dream, many people say that I am different from others, and my aesthetics and outlook on life are different from others. Everyone at my deskmate said I didn't grow up. My dream has never been to be a scientist or a billionaire. I have been looking forward to a wheat field. I am the catcher in the wheat field. After so many years, I have been living in my parents' dreams, and gradually their dreams have been integrated into my life, and I am also suffering from gains and losses.

Ba Jin, the author of the preface to Autumn in Spring.

Spring. The yellow leaves turned green. New green leaves have grown on the dead branches. The sunshine smiles gently at everyone, the birds are singing and flying. Flowers are blooming, red flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. The stars are shining, red, green and white. Blue sky, free wind, dreamlike love.

Everyone has spring. No matter you or me, everyone can have laughter, love and intoxication in spring.

However, autumn cried in spring.

This spring, in the charming southern ancient city, I sent away a time that belonged to me.

Autumn rain falls, but it is swept away by spring breeze.

On a sunny day after rain, two friends and I were walking on a muddy road. Walking through the stone bridge and the path beside the field, I visited a woman from the south, a crazy girl I had never met before.

We stopped in front of a small farmhouse. A little girl who spoke a language I didn't understand opened a black wooden door for us, which was completely different from that in my novel. This is the home of the local rich.

In a dark room, I saw our host. Wide shelf bed, wide summer sleeping mat, thin quilt. She sat up and I saw her upper body. She is a teenage girl.

The three of us sat on the bench opposite her. A friend explained his purpose. She just laughed silently, laughing like crying. I looked at her silently. I will understand everything my friend told me. During our stay there for more than half an hour, we talked less than ten sentences and saw her smile in autumn for more than ten times.

Don't let her out, I am in autumn with a painful heart. I remembered my purpose, the purpose of helping her, and I almost cried.

A girl, a young girl ... I know the meaning of madness for the first time in my life.

My efforts over the years, my books written with blood and tears, my life goals are: to help people, let everyone have spring, everyone has a bright heart, everyone's life can be happy and everyone's development can be free. I aroused people's desire and desire for light; I put a career before others, a career worthy of dedication. However, all my efforts were destroyed by another force. After awakening a young soul, it can only make him (her) suffer more embarrassing ravages and torture.

So the girl went crazy. Unreasonable social system, illiberal marriage, the bondage of traditional ideas and the tyranny of the family have destroyed many young souls that are blooming. I have accumulated so many shadows in these twenty-eight years. In that laughter, I saw the bodies of a whole generation of young people in the past. I seem to hear a painful voice saying, "it's time to end this."

Autumn in Spring is not only a story of gentle crying, but also the appeal of a whole generation of young people. I will take my pen as a weapon, charge for them, and send my firm voice "Je accuser" to this dying society.

1May 932 is selected from Preface and Postscript Collection.

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What is the beauty of water when Iraqis stand? The picturesque Tujia town, with its waterfront and the foothills of Wufeng Mountain, is a scenery I will never walk out of. The name of the town is the name of that river, the car wash river. Surrounded by green hills, it is like a graceful mother holding it gently. The town is an Iraqi, who escaped from the Book of Songs inadvertently under the pursuit of poets for thousands of years. The ribbon in her hand is Youshui River.

From fifteen to eighteen, I lived there for four years.

From the beginning, it was said to be a place where beautiful women came forth in large numbers, and the water there was clear all year round. I don't know if many girls' eyes have become clear waves, or if the clear and bright river has condensed into girls' eyes. I still remember that every ripple of that river is so bright, so clean, so cool, so sweet and so permeable at any time. At that time, girls liked to bathe and swim under the bridge. There are many passers-by and leisurely people enjoying the cool on the bridge, which has long been commonplace for our games, as if facing the surrounding mountains and rivers is a familiar landscape. My friends are as beautiful as water, and their skin is delicate, and they have won the bean curd in a small and famous town. Their faces are as red as ripe peaches, fresh and delicate, and will not fade after washing. At that time, there were no swimsuits. We all wore homemade coats, propped up the breasts of two small green peaches and wore them in the water without scruple. After wearing enough clothes and swimming enough, they went ashore one by one, sat on a large piece of bluestone to wash clothes, and their long black hair hung behind them wet. They were all water snakes and moving mermaids, and their laughter was as transparent as sunshine.

The town is a very simple place, and the folk customs are as simple as the clear sky in autumn. The men's bath is very close to us, and sometimes a few naughty little men who think they are young inadvertently get into our camp from the bottom of the water. At this time, it's like spilling water droplets into a boiling oil pan, screaming and screaming and flying high into the clouds with water droplets. But no matter whether they are called or not, all mermaids will unite as never before, holding hands, scratching their feet, scratching their armpits, scratching their feet, and making sure that the invaders are exhausted, begging for mercy and finally rolling back to their own territory. This kind of game often happens, but it has never caused a real war. Let's have fun once, then break up happily. In our hearts, no matter the body of a man or a woman is a secret, beauty is everyone's and open.

I didn't know that children in small towns are the happiest until I went to many cities. Although parents in cities have repeatedly warned their children not to bathe in the river, mothers in small towns often put their toddlers in the arms of the river. In a small town, I hardly heard anyone tell my children not to bathe in the river. This river is their paradise as well as theirs. Every year from the Dragon Boat Festival to late autumn and October, the children in the town have been soaking in clear water. After living there for so many years, I seldom heard that someone's child drowned. This may be related to the pattern of small depression and the living habits of small town people. The town is built on two rivers, and all the houses near the water have a wall foot built from the river, and there is a big diaojiao building on the wall foot, which extends to the river. There are countless pairs of eyes watching the river all the time in the diaojiao building. If something happens to someone's child, the eyes on the diaojiao building will see best. The most profound rescue activity in my memory was to save Mr. Ai's only daughter, Ai Yun. Somehow, Ai Yun often loves to go into the river alone, and before she knows it, she becomes a nickname for falling into the water, making the children who found her cry for help like a tsunami. As soon as the cry for help rang in the river, the pots and pans in the diaojiao building rang, which I think must be faster than the ancient wolf smoke and message trees in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. In a blink of an eye, a man swam gently and skillfully to Ivan's side and lifted Ivan, who was spinning on the whirlpool in the deep pool. At this time, it is always the time when men fully show their composure and ability, and it is also the time when women's eyes on the diaojiao building are the most colorful. I witnessed this wonderful drama in a diaojiao building. The whole time to save people doesn't add up to two minutes. Although the time is short, it is so thrilling that I can't forget it after many years. I still remember swimming to Ivan's Ugliness first, because both of them are very thin, just like monkey skin, and people used to call them Ugly Ugly. But this time, his movements are very elegant. He paddled gently, and the little barracuda dived into the water and lifted people up in the blink of an eye. Many women who don't even look at him at ordinary times have more appreciation and respect in their eyes this time.

In that special era, the people in the town were really poor, and even the money for buying salt was often in short supply. But it is rich in the river. I don't know where there were so many fish, shrimps and crabs in the river at that time, and I couldn't catch them all year round. As soon as the water rises, we can put some dustpans and other tools at will by the river, which can hold a lot of fish and shrimp. At that time, we didn't know to poison fish with fish medicine. Fishing and catching crabs are our greatest pleasures. It was a real adventure. Once, I put my little hand into a deep hole and caught something soft, which I thought was the tail of a big fish. I dragged it out and saw that it was a colorful water snake! Fortunately, at that time, I saw many people dealing with this scene, and I also had some experience. I quickly threw off my arm and drew some beautiful circles in the air. Perhaps the water snake didn't understand what was going on. It flew from the cool nest to the hot hillside. After these exercises, I also learned the boldness of a peasant child. Later, when I went to college, it was hard to believe that girls who grew up in big cities would scream for a long time when they saw a caterpillar, which was not artificial.

Richer than rivers are the mountains around the town. There are thorn moss, grandma sheep, Mao Qianer, tea bubble and March bubble in spring, dragon boat bubble in summer, and even August melon, carambola jujube and wild pear in autumn. I always suspected that these things only grow on mountains. I have read so many books, some of which I have never read before. For example, a tea bar is like a colorful light bulb. It is red when it is not hot and a little light green when it is cooked. Some white faces have a few black mold ideas, which taste tender, crisp and refreshing, sweet and pleasant, and no one has ever written them in the book. There is also March bubble, which looks very similar to strawberries now, but much more delicate than strawberries. It is exquisite, crystal clear and fresh, with small particles but sweet and fragrant taste, which seems to be rarely mentioned in the book. Apart from these wild fruits, it is mushrooms. I didn't know they were called mushrooms until I entered the city. As long as it rains all year round, we can eat mushrooms, which is almost a main course on the table of people in small towns. The best is fir, twice a year. Auricularia auricula is golden yellow and Auricularia auricula is purple, so it is very fragrant. Not only can it be eaten fresh, but it can also be used as a seasoning for cooking noodles. Making auricularia auricula all year round is a rare delicacy. In addition, there are many rare animals in the mountains. Every autumn harvest, people start to go up the mountain to catch the show. Wild boar, white flour and muntjac are particularly delicious. Some people, who can't finish eating game, hang it on the kang and smoke it as a precious gift for relatives and friends far away.

Girls can't go up the mountain to catch the show. We stay in the mountains all year round except in the water. We have a group of little girls who also have a king of children. Her name is Hong 'e, and she goes up the mountain to collect tea bubbles, fungus seeds and firewood. As long as Hong E shouts, the whole town's children will flock to the village. On the mountain, Hong E is good at taking care of everyone. I'm a late bloomer. I came with my mother who changed jobs after I graduated from primary school. But I got the most concern from Brother Hong. Every time I collect firewood, it is always the least, and it is tied loosely, so I can't get it back at all. Hong E called "Bring a vine" and someone sent it to her. "Who has more firewood?" Someone added two more handfuls to my woodpile, and Honge quickly tied the firewood for me. Unfortunately, I just don't live up to expectations. I didn't get out of a bubble of urine when I shouted that I couldn't pick it up. Every time, Hong E ran forward quickly, put away her firewood and came back to pick me up. Later, I was admitted to the university, and Honge was admitted to a prestigious school in the provincial capital. After that, we left the town. It's just that we still walk the same way on the road. I know she is still excellent in college. When I first met her, many Changsha ladies looked at her dumbfounded: Is there really such a beautiful woman in Xiangxi? After graduation, we lived far apart and met the day before yesterday, only to know that she had set up her own company in the provincial and state capitals. After chatting all night, we returned to the picturesque town at the foot of Wufeng Mountain by the shore of the unitary water.

Iraqi town, how are you?

Our season-spring

Spring, flower season and rainy season-our seasons.

White dandelions are floating by the roadside, willow branches are spitting by the stream, and the mountains are covered with peach bones of pink orchids ... They tell hidden secrets in special flower language. Sunlight, rain and air, mixed with the smell of earth, germinate in spring. ...

"It rained for a while last night, Su Qun. What is the most prophetic? Virtual court grass fight. " The melting of winter snow, the gurgling of streams and the budding of tender willows all convey the breath of spring! Ah! Spring is our season!

The falling rain, like a lyre, is so beautiful under the touch of the spring breeze! The shadow of the tree, like the forest of dreams, brought me into the mysterious world of colorful. It's really mysterious there: everywhere is the smell of spring, the fragrance of flower season and the freshness of rainy season, because it's our season!

Spring is like Sunday morning, spring is like a purple dream, and spring is like talking eyes. She embraced the wind, sprinkled the rain on my beautiful heart, and cleaned me freely, and there will be no more troubles from now on; Spring breeze is full of my yellow laughter, flying to the sea, flying to the blue sky and flying to the world! Bring laughter and fly your ideals!

Let's go to see the flower season, rainy season and spring-our lovely season, colorful, with spring as the topic; Let's go to see the flower season, rainy season and spring-our lovely season, full of fragrance, close your eyes and suck, stretch out your arms, embrace spring and nature!

In spring, bend your mouth and smile at us without warning; In spring, I was kind to our lovely flowers for the first time. Oh! It turns out that the splendor of bloom needs the nourishment of spring breeze and spring water, as well as the cultivation of gardeners!

Keep Spring (Prose)

Reluctantly, a small pine tree landed on the street green space. At first, the little pine tree felt a little fresh. Pedestrians passing by in a hurry are bustling, passing cars one after another, and honking their horns from time to time. Gradually, the noise and noise became unbearable for the little pine tree. It shook its body hard, wishing it could not give birth to two feet, so as to get out of this boring street.

But everything was in vain. The little pine tree was tired and could not help sighing. This reminds me of the scene when I lived in the nursery: the air there was especially fresh and quiet all day, unlike here!

Just then, a weak voice called the little pine tree. Who is calling me? The little pine tree opened its eyes wide and looked around. It finally found the grass under its feet talking to itself: "Little pine tree, are you homesick?" Don't lose heart, the environment here can also be changed! "The optimistic words of the grass have relaxed the mood of the little pine tree a lot." Grass is right! Peach and cherry trees urged, "Our own green leaves can not only vacuum, but also eliminate noise." Let's work together! "The little pine tree stopped complaining and began to absorb nutrients seriously.

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

The third spring has finally arrived. The dense lawn is like a green velvet carpet. The small pine tree has grown tall and big, and the peaches and cherry blossoms next to it are particularly beautiful. They happily thanked the little pine tree: "We are so beautiful because of you!" " The little pine tree quickly waved his hand: "I should thank you." Without everyone's encouragement, I wouldn't be so happy here. "

A group of pupils came running and stood in front of the little pine tree. The little boy took this touching moment with his camera and kept the smiling faces of pine trees, peach trees, grass and spring!

Dating Spring (Prose Poetry)

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

Dating spring. Which spring bird woke up the hibernating heart first last night? Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he heard a knock. From the crack of the door, there is a warm current with the fragrance of incense.

Open the door, open your heart, the warm sunshine jumps into the room, and it shines in the gloomy heart for a long time. Hold a few birdsongs, pour into the lonely heart, and moisten the heart that has dried up for a winter.

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

I guess spring is waiting for me anxiously! I can't ignore spring, or she will get angry and ignore me. How can I comfort her? She prepared a good horse for me. Listen, my horse is calling me softly! So, I turned my horse's head and flew away on the wings of the wind. Along the way, the pounding of hooves gently smoothed out the scars of my heart injury last night, and the sound comforted me, accompanying the whole journey. ...

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

She welcomed me with her shyness. Her young eyes were hidden under the fluttering black hair and looked at me affectionately. However, long hair can't hide her shallow smile and faint blush.

Here, my long-awaited Yaner also returned to the south. She whispered a familiar language, a language that only I could understand. In this meeting place, shy buds are peeping into my pious eyes. The little tree also sneaked out of the little green head and peeped into my young mind. The stream originated at my feet, singing and traveling with my young heart. ...

In this meeting place, the clear sky blooms white clouds for us. The faint white clouds must be the wings of the sky. I asked Blue Sky, and Blue Sky nodded to me with a smile. Originally, I found the wings of the sky!

Under the clear sky, in the land where I dated spring, I planted the seeds of my dreams and a young heart. In my heart, I also planted spring. In this way, it will germinate in a misty spring rain, nourish with sweat and grow in all seasons. ...

Spring is coming, so I can't help it. The trees have not sprouted, and the hay has not been dotted with new green. But the oncoming spring breeze is gentle. Like the birth of a life, it grows slowly and gently. At this time, hope, dreams, love, friendship and vitality are looming in the spring breeze. The long winter is coming to an end. In winter, I have forgotten the change of years and seasons, and I have a thick cocoon in my heart, working hard silently and turning a blind eye to the world around me. Struggling, working silently without success, facing the arduous road of pursuing the future and ideals.

But when spring comes, there is a gentle and sweet smell in the air, and you can vaguely feel the birth and rhythm of everything in the world. In the future, the sun will get warmer and the air will be filled with sweetness. Trees will turn green and grass will grow to the end of the world. Soon, flowers were blooming everywhere, and catkins began to make people sad. In the street, colors will become bright, sunlight will climb people's faces, and there will be laughter everywhere. Nature is really a miracle. Life is also a miracle. Where it comes from and where it goes, it goes round and round, like a deep and beautiful melody, beating endlessly.

If life is a song and the four seasons are a song, then this early spring breeze is the silent moment before the tune is finished, the silent moment of waiting, and the beating melody can't be suppressed. The grand ceremony of the four seasons is about to begin, and great vitality and overflowing love will write this beautiful mountain and river. After a long wait, spring is coming. This is a silent moment, but it is not calm, but deep and powerful. My friend, you can feel it if you pay attention. Spring is coming, and the gentle spring breeze is coming.