Spring Theme Prose in Beijing

The following is a short article about Beijing spring that I collected for you. I hope I can help you. If you feel good, you can share it with more friends!

Rule 1: When Beijing comes back from Hainan in spring, you don't have to expect the color of Beijing. But there are exceptions, because of the spring in Beijing. April, after the rain.

The early flight arrived near noon. After driving a kilometer in a taxi, I suddenly felt a heartbeat because of the green on both sides of the road.

Goose yellow is the tender bud of evergreen, and fresh strength grows at the top. The leaves of Sophora japonica and willow are light green. I have never found that the Sophora japonica after rain in this season is so beautiful, and the branches of willow trees are shorter than those in midsummer, just like the braids of lush girls. There are also ginkgo biloba leaves, which are elegant and beautiful. Their color I call "soft green", just like the pool water in the spring afternoon, so light and uniform.

It didn't rain much, but it has completely stopped now. The pines and cypresses have been swept away from the dark dust, green and dripping, and are no longer so gray and bald. Moreover, the soft-needled, creamy-yellow flowers have blossomed gracefully, and there are clusters of "mink tails", such as small arrows, with double reds. Holly shines like jade, and the fresh troops on it show the recovery and vitality brought by spring with changing colors.

When the car entered the city and turned the corner, Sister Tao jumped into the eye, and clusters of pink became the beautiful decoration of the gray building behind her. Next to her is a plant with reddish-brown leaves. I don't know the name, but it seems to understand the depth, which makes it an appropriate supplement in the color dominated by green.

The sun is coming, the yellow daisy is swaying in a delicate posture on the green grass, and she is accompanied by a full dandelion, which will fly when the wind blows. A string of violets, purple and white, hung on the concrete frame, attracting attention. Buttonwood and Platanus acerifolia each show their elegance, with a lavender sky on one side and grass balls hanging everywhere on the other.

The blue sky is like washing, and the faint Wei Yun falls. From the East Fifth Ring Road along Chang 'an Avenue, you can directly see the Western Hills, which is the most suitable time window for shooting Beijing scenery. The red Mazda car under the gray ancient pagoda, the five-star red-topped European bell tower on the south side of the Great Hall of the People, and the old couple who walked hand in hand behind the National Grand Theatre, Xidan Me &；; Outdoor billboards in the city, pictures of the old Huguosi Hotel overlapping with the Li Pingan subway station, the "Shenhua" street sign on Qin Le Street in Xinjiekou, the new Jaguar and green Lamborghini on Jianguo Road. ...

These are the scenery in my eyes, and they all belong to the spring in Beijing.

Chapter two: Spring in Beijing. Spring in Beijing is beautiful, but short.

I survived the long and cold winter until spring came.

Spring in Beijing seems to come suddenly. The strong wind yesterday has become much softer today. Holding the face of the draftsman, gently touching it and letting it go is a piece of green. Yesterday was still dotted, today is full of branches, and the pace of spring is so capricious. Taking off his thick winter clothes, the spring breeze warmed his body, so Chun Lv jumped into the eye, touched the treetops and hid in the corner, refusing to lift the veil of shyness immediately. Look at the soil on the roadside, it is very soft, and the surrounding trees and flowers are swaying in the spring breeze, as if filled with fresh and full breath. Spring came in Beijing, so I quickly got into it and danced with the Spring Breeze people.

I like to find spring with my sense of smell. In Beijing, when spring comes, it will have a special taste. I haven't found a suitable word to describe it, so I have to borrow Mr. Zhu Ziqing's words and call it "new local flavor". No one in Beijing turns over the soil, and the property manager is not so diligent. It is the worms in the soil that turn over the soil, so my mood crawls with the worms that have been dormant here for a winter.

I like to experience spring through hearing. I only think that in Beijing, the morning bell and the evening drum, and the wind blowing and birds singing in spring will bring joy and pleasure to people.

I like to touch spring with my hands. There is a song that goes like this: "The spring breeze kisses my face and tells me it is spring." Positive emotions such as tenderness, lightness, softness and warmth contained in a kiss can be found in spring. In Beijing, spring will make all cells active, keen, affectionate, lively and happy.

I like to feel spring with my eyes. Red, white, yellow and green will appear on both sides of the roads in Beijing, and the tender buds of passionate willows will be quietly spit out, just like a light green ribbon swaying gently in the breeze ... all these make people strongly feel the rich breath of spring.

Spring in Beijing is full of vitality, the soft spring breeze blows the thin willows, the peach blossoms are in full bloom far and near, and the magnolia beside the red wall of Chang 'an Avenue is permeated with the breath of spring and blooms silently. It was not until yesterday that I found that these flowers had just sprouted. See you again today, like jade, moist and white, like an adolescent girl. After a few days' absence, she became plump and graceful.

When I was a child, I lived in Kunming, a spring city, but I seldom realized the preciousness of spring, because it is like spring all the year round, and people living in it are always immersed in the warmth and joy like spring ... but it is completely different in Beijing. The desolation and cold accumulated all winter disappeared in an instant. The sky is high and the clouds are light. Birds spread their wings and swam around in the air, watching the green scenery and smelling the fragrance. This is a long-cherished wish of many people. So spring is an extremely precious season in the eyes of Beijingers.

Write the meaning of spring in your mind and keep green in your heart. Spring seems to be particularly understanding. Whenever she comes to Beijing, she always looks generous, spreading the beautiful spring scenery all over the earth and showing the abundant spring. Perhaps after a spring rain or a gust of wind, people will feel more spring and everything will recover.

The most impressive thing about spring in Beijing is willow, and the most sensitive thing about the arrival of spring is willow. Some people say that willow is a poet's tree and a lover's tree, and spring breeze seems to be the lover of willow, which I deeply agree with. For the sentimental willow, the long winter is hard enough. As a result, as long as there is a little breath of spring, the willows will be restless, and countless yellow buds will appear on the branches overnight. Although they are as small as polished rice, they are all shiny in the sun. When they look up, they can't help but get excited. However, after three or five days, all the buds on the tree turned into green leaves. Like a girl who loves beauty, she dressed herself in green to meet her sweetheart, which was quite shy and happy. In the season of warm spring in bloom, there is a saying that "flying willows everywhere in Beijing". Not far from Beijing Shiqiao, there is a Baishizhuang. "A Brief Introduction to the Scenery of Dijing" once recorded: "The spring scenery is yellow and shallow, and the green is shallow and the eyebrows are deep. Spring is old and white. " On the banks of Tonghui Bridge in JD.COM in March, "Liu blows and dips into the river, and Cao Zhou gives orders", which is a beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The birds in the branches cheered and released the songs of spring. Petite birds spread their wings and twittered on the branches.

This spring in Beijing, flowers, birds, trees and grass are all noisy, blooming bright and vivid light of life. Driving in Beijing, you can see thousands of willow branches on the roadside complement each other. Peach blossom, pear blossom, primrose and magnolia flower compete with each other, with distinct layers and exquisite details. Spring in Beijing is particularly hasty. When people haven't had time to savor and appreciate the beautiful spring scenery, they only see falling flowers flying all over the sky, and spring leaves come quietly, bringing thick green to the capital in midsummer.

Spring in Beijing is short, but beautiful.

Chapter three: The spring girl in Beijing sent Grandpa Dong away and awakened the earth that had been sleeping for a winter. Suddenly, everything in the world woke up and restored its former glory.

The grass slowly emerged from the ground, curiously sticking its little green head out of the ground and stretching itself to see how wonderful the world is. It is it that tells other partners: "Spring is coming!" "

Like a shy little girl, the flowers secretly spread their graceful posture, revealing beautiful petals, which are scrambling to open and colorful. Oh! It turns out that they have received the notice from Xiaocao, and they have all joined this Spring Festival.

Crowds of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy with honey water. They flew to the flowers and greedily sucked the sweet honey juice. Colorful butterflies also joined the ranks of bees, dancing in pairs among the flowers.

There are small buds on the bare tree, which, from a distance, are like notes written by a girl in spring, playing the music of spring at any time. The weeping willows by the river have long and tender green braids, like a little girl washing her hair by the river.

We also ran out of the house and rolled around on the tender green lawn. Hey, why are there dragons and fish in the sky? When we ran away, we could vaguely see some silver lines. It turned out to be a kite, and we suddenly realized. After a while, the sky was covered with all kinds of kites. The children shouted, "I can fly the kite the highest!" " "I also played with them.

Spring is coming, don't waste this good opportunity, and play a new piece of music for your life!

Chapter 4: Spring in Beijing I was born and lived in Beijing, where I spent thirteen spring, summer, autumn and winter. I like spring, and I also like spring in Beijing.

The sea level rises, the night continues, and the old year melts in freshness. Although spring always comes so suddenly, like a naughty little girl standing in front of you unexpectedly, I know that as long as it rains and blows, the grass is light green.

As the saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil. Yes, it seldom rains in spring in Beijing. People need water very much. The grass has just taken off its white cotton-padded jacket and needs water very much. If it rains at this time, everything is really welcome! Unlike summer rain, spring rain is cloudy in the sky, and then it begins to thunder and lightning, accompanied by strong winds, and then it rains cats and dogs. However, the spring rain is just the opposite. Unconsciously, it fell on people, and it rained very little. No problem going out without an umbrella. On the contrary, I feel that all the cold and fatigue in winter have been washed away, and everything seems to regain its vitality after the baptism of spring rain.

In the eyes of people who come to Beijing from the south, the spring breeze in Beijing is blowing sand and scraping soil, which is terrible. I don't think so. Isn't scraping sand and taking soil proof of Beijing's environmental problems? The wind is blowing hard, isn't it the embodiment of Beijing people's warm personality? If everyone thinks so, I believe the spring breeze will be beautiful.

When spring comes, when you come to the park, you will always see a little green in the east and a little green in the west. If you come back in a week, you will find that it is very different from a week ago. At first glance, everything is green, and some lawns are still blooming with some small flowers, just like putting the finishing touch on a big green picture scroll.

The wind, blowing gently; Rain, gently; Everything grows quietly. Ah! Beautiful spring, that charming picture, is deeply imprinted in my heart.

Chapter 5: Spring in Beijing I have always disliked spring, especially in Beijing. In spring in Beijing, all the places are covered with dust. Wherever the wind blows, there is dust everywhere. To say that spring should be the most beautiful season in a year, flowers are red, willows are green, grass is a budding new life, and everything is tender and green, but spring in Beijing is not.

It's quite hot in summer in Beijing, but it feels particularly cold at night, so it's not so comfortable in spring. The weather in spring is always changeable. As the saying goes, "Spring covers the autumn" is proof of this phenomenon. Even if there is sunshine, I can't feel the warmth. Winter has passed, and the cold weather has not disappeared. Spring in Beijing is often a "cold spring", which makes you feel comfortable and warm for a few days, and then it gets cold, making you unable to understand its heart. The weather is always hot and cold, which makes people fidgety and shivering.

People always compare spring and autumn, but they really compare. Autumn is crisp, the air is always fresh and the scenery is beautiful, but spring is still far away. It is said that the air in Beijing in spring is bad, and there is soil everywhere, as if it is so difficult to breathe. Although in spring, the winter jasmine blooms quietly and the grass comes out, it is still not full of vitality and charm. Perhaps it is the reason why the green plants in my heart have withered all winter and have not recovered.

You can often see a few sunny days after the north wind in winter, but not in spring. After the north wind in spring, you often can't keep the footsteps of sunny days. Spring is always dark and dusty, so naturally there is no active mood. It is nothing new to come out to bask in the sun occasionally, but it didn't take long to restore the gray sky, which always gave people a feeling of depression. You can use "dreariness" to describe spring in Beijing. Just like a child crying but not crying, the tangled expression on his face makes you upset and fidgety. Without sunshine, color and warmth, spring in Beijing will always be bleak and indifferent.

Spring is short, but it is long for me. When can we get through this unpredictable, dusty and barren spring?

Spring in Beijing has come to Beijing, to the campus and to my eyes. Everything has sprouted, and many places have changed, revealing a new side.

In the big city of Beijing, I saw spring: the vines on the old walls of the streets turned green, and the new buds twisted their green bodies and slowly climbed up along the wires. The grass under the wall quietly poked its head out, and even the small yellow flowers woke up from their sleep and swayed in the spring breeze. There are many people on the grass. They wear thin coats of different colors and go for walks and outings in the park. Some people walk their dogs, some fly kites, some run, some do morning exercises ... like flowing flower beds.

When I was in the park, the winter jasmine was in full bloom, the peach blossom was in full bloom, and lavender crept out of the ground secretly. Even my favorite tulip was scheduled to open at the same time and dance in the breeze, giving people in the park a surprise and amazing touch. Children are also attracted by the beautiful scenery. They play among the flowers, adding a touch of bright colors to the big garden in spring.

Spring rushes to the campus, persimmon trees spit buds, and the grass on the playground is covered with a green carpet. The one-year plan lies in the experimental field of the spring campus, and the gardener is also busy, taking the students to loosen the soil, water and sow, so that they can take root and bear heavy fruits in the harvest season. Pigeons on our campus spread their wings and flew over the garden, as if to say, spring is coming, spring is coming.

Chapter 7: In spring in Beijing, I got up early in the morning and opened a window. In early spring, the stale smell of soil and the smell of tender grass came to the nose. When I smell it, it will flow into the top like a clear spring. It would be a pity if I stopped at this time. In fact, I heard that spring is the best.

I like listening to spring, drinking a cup of fragrant tea and sitting in a chair quietly listening to the sound of grass drilling out of the soil; In the morning, sparrows keep chirping, as if to announce that spring has arrived; Watching the spring breeze blowing the fluttering willow branches and listening to the harmonious rhythm, there are insects singing in spring, but obviously there is no urgency and sadness in autumn, but it is more harmonious and soft like piano music. I open my heart and listen carefully to the whispers of spring.

The rain in spring is like the soft south of the Yangtze River, which is more gentle, not as cold as the new moon and the wind in winter, nor as rough as the rain in summer, nor has it the power to tear the earth, and some are as shy as Luo Shen. It is said that spring rain has a soul. I think so more. It washed away the dust of the whole winter with its own tears and brought the light to me. I like to bathe in this spring rain with aura, and the comfort that blends with nature is impossible. Sweet rain washes away the pain in my heart, like a mirror.

If the spring rain makes people happy, then the spring breeze is even more pleasant. When I was a child, spring was the most exciting. There is a stream at the end of the village. When the river was open in spring, we called several partners to catch fish in the stream. In fact, [br/] it's not catching fish, it's just a few centimeters of fry, but we can always stand in the cold stream and laugh loudly and have fun for a long time. Tired, I sat down on the well platform by the river. There is a tree at the root of the well platform. Sitting on it, blowing warm wind, the face is full of sunset, itchy, folding off the green willow as a hat and wearing it around the circle, not to mention how happy I am. Now that I think about it, it seems like half a century ago. The spring breeze is still blowing and things have changed.

The flowers in spring are enchanting, vying for the sunshine and clamoring for opening, lest they miss this beautiful season. A large group of bees and butterflies stop on the flowers from time to time, sucking greedily, and can also hear the buzzing, which makes people see the autumn fruits in the garden.

The whispers of spring are far more than that. I only heard a small part of it. It's more about feeling with your heart.

Chapter 8: Spring in Beijing is a vibrant painting, and it is the season when everything recovers.

The spring breeze blows the wicker like cotton wool, and then the wicker reveals a piece of tender leaves, like a gentle girl. The spring breeze awakens the winter jasmine, whose branches and leaves are lush, but only a few yellow flowers bloom, which makes her feel shy. Peach blossom was also awakened by the "whirring" sound of the spring breeze, and the peach blossom opened its face as if it were painted with paint. Many flowers were awakened by Aunt Feng Chun.

Father Chun Lei knocked on his "rumbling" drum and then it began to rain. "Wow", the spring rain sings loudly. It wetted the earth and awakened the baby bamboo shoots. Small bamboo shoots rub their eyes and lean out their little heads. It saw all kinds of flowers and trees awake. Small bamboo shoots knocked on their mother carefully and whispered, "Mom, spring is coming!" " The spring rain also awakened many hibernating animals.

In the distance, the spring is humming. Some small fish in the water are swimming, some are jumping on the dragon gate, some are playing, some are sleeping, some are …

In the distance, it is warm in spring in bloom, and bees are eager to start collecting honey and spreading pollen. Bees must make honey, but it is difficult. However, some children should be careful. I remember last spring outing, a classmate in our class was allergic to pollen, and his eyes were swollen like a big red envelope.

Spring is also a good time for children to fly kites. My mother and I came to Hulunbeier to fly kites, and the spring breeze blew kites. I run around with a kite. It's really "busy flying kites with the east wind blowing"!