Prose and author describing spring

The spring breeze blows gently, and the flowers are bright. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. I have compiled essays and authors describing spring for you, hoping to help you!

Prose describing spring and its author (1) Author: Shuimei Fairy

The yellow and white sun lazily came out of the clouds and painted the sky light blue, light red and smoky purple. Sun is an excellent painter, but he is perfunctory, because he woke up in winter and had a long dream. The sky in the distance is like fog. At the end of the day, the canopy of elm trees is supported on whose roof, and the lace of the sky in spring is carefully carved, like fireworks that have not fallen on earth for a long time.

Poplar sticks out from the smooth white trunk, stretches its waist in the high sky, and tries its best to invite pets to the sun. As soon as the sun shines, the trees are full of buds, which are caterpillars that have never vomited and shaken. The shiny brown caterpillar can't come. Spring can't come when it comes.

The magpie stood at the top of the tallest branch and swayed gently with the wind. The children under the tree look up at the poplars and magpies under the blue sky. Their eyes are so bright and their smiles are so sweet. The magpie spread its black and white wings, flew over Yang and landed in a nearby orchard. The children are running on the path, singing their new children's songs.

Walking in the street, the bike rolled over a slightly wet road. The day before yesterday, Chun Xue, a beautiful town, nourished the land after a long drought. No matter how cold the wind is, it is also a spring breeze. It's already rainy season, and I'm confident to get out of the cold. Further on, it was sunny and sunny all the way. Pedestrians in the street are dressed in disorder. Those who are afraid of cold are still wrapped in cotton-padded jackets and love winter. Thin shoes have long been fashionable. Colorful clothes flow in the street, and in front of the spring, there is a happy movement.

Platanus acerifolia, peach blossom, boxwood and Ligustrum lucidum on the roadside are all immersed in winter dreams, waiting for Miss Chun to wake them up. Spring girl doesn't knock spring thunder, timidly covers her flowery face, hides behind the cold wind and refuses to step in here. The grass was as impatient as a caterpillar, hunched over and looked out with a crack.

Where is Chun? I can't see, I can't hear, I just feel as usual.

Give me a feeling, just like in previous years, just like we are walking hand in hand in Liu Yin, just like we are standing in the square and you hand me oranges, just like those seven words you turned around and told me that day, then I believe that spring is coming.

You smiled and I was stupid.

Pour me a glass of water and say a word. I think this is spring, so warm.

Prose and author describing spring (2) Author: cat

In spring, the weather is warm, my mother's breathing and kicking are better, and her cough is obviously less and less every day.

I brought a recliner and let her sit on it. I went outside to see that the flowers were in bloom, and the chickens in the garden, led by hens, went to dig sand. Mother looks better and occasionally feeds the chickens with millet.

The weather is very warm, and flowers are floating in the stream in front of the house. My mother told us that ferns can be picked on the mountain, the fields in the vegetable garden should be ploughed, and eggs should be cooked with beans, rice and vegetables. Everyone must eat three on March 3, which is good luck for a year.

Spring is here, and the weather is changeable. It suddenly began to rain on a sunny day, so we quickly carried our mother to the back room. When it rains in the mountains, it's all foggy. When it rains, we can't do things in the fields, so we have to talk to our mother. The TV series hasn't started yet, and our topic is still yesterday's story. From the TV series, we naturally talk about Zhang's parents and Li's family. Finally, everyone is preparing lunch. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It's my second brother. The phone told me it was 10 thousand yuan. Let's build the old house. Brothers working outside the home came back to Tomb-Sweeping Day this year to erect a monument to their father's grave. My second brother is particularly concerned. This time, I want to take my mother to the city for treatment. I told my mother the news, and she quickly asked me to reply to my second brother, saying that she had recovered.

Spring has come, and farming has prompted people to sow in fields and fields. Although mother can't do manual labor, she sometimes goes to the fields with crutches to guide us personally. The experience of farming depends on accumulation.

My mother has worked in the village all her life and can't live without the land. Two years ago, my second brother decided to let me move to the city with my mother, but my mother insisted on living in the countryside and asked my second brother to find some ways for the people in the village to get rich. This is my mother. In our spiritual spring, my mother often said that there are good things in the city, but the city can't live without the countryside. In recent years, people in the city don't go to the village every day, eat things in the village and live in houses in the village. Their mother has been running it for the past two years.

We have spring, and mom is our spring.

Prose describes spring and the author (3) Author: Su Yi is the rival in love.

In March, my friend called to say that the peach blossoms in my hometown were particularly good this year and asked me how I was doing. I said no problem. Although I missed the flower viewing, I was lucky enough to see the first and last heavy snow after Harbin entered the spring. ...

By mid-May, the streets of Ice City were finally a little green, and the rhythmic life in the sun, like fresh blood, injected into my body with brilliant warmth. After the long winter, the warmth finally came to this northern city. Everything is revived and full of vitality. It's early spring, but it's already over.

It suddenly occurred to me that this time last year, we were still trying to make a final sprint for the college entrance examination. It was supposed to be a tense and cruel war in Where Are You Going, but it ended in the dense air in early summer. On that day, the students on campus went to the thrift store with bulging snakeskin bags in their hands. Textbooks, test papers and reference materials that have left us breathless for three years have become bits and pieces of more than ten or twenty yuan in just a few minutes. At that time, I looked at some rickety formulas written in math books when I dozed off, and I stubbornly decided to leave all the books. Because I found that every page records unforgettable bits and pieces, and after many years, it will still be as vivid as yesterday's experience.

I didn't drink much that night, but I was very drunk. I only remember that Kyle sent me home, and it was 1 o when I woke up. The room was dark, and a few meows came faintly from the empty street downstairs. I hurriedly took out my mobile phone and flipped through the phone book, but I didn't know who to call and what to say. I stood at the window, and the dim street lamp outside the window shone on the deep night sky.

Later, I thought about it. Actually, I just want to ask one person: Have we really graduated? Is that really the case? Did you break up?

However, until now, I don't want to believe that my classmates who have been together for three years have scattered birds and beasts overnight and flew south separately. This is a year.

Although I know that there will be countless separations and combinations in life, I have never been numb to such things as parting. I always feel that parting is like being abandoned, like suddenly walking from a busy street into a cold alley, like watching all the things that I don't give up go away or even be destroyed. That feeling didn't fade away until I integrated into the new environment.

A year is not long, but for me, a southern child, I am used to and like life in the north enough. Have dinner with my roommates, go to the clothing city to bargain with the "dirty" shopkeepers, go to the streets to see famous ice sculptures at home and abroad, occasionally visit the night market, or take the Three Kingdoms to "kick the bed" next door ... There is no struggle to stay up late in high school, and there is no paper after paper. College life is simple and happy, but I will miss it constantly. Sometimes I really want to hear someone talk to me about the life and death of Uncle Bin Laden in fluent Sichuan dialect, and I really want to eat mouthwatering cold noodles and barbecue outside No.1 Middle School. Every time I step onto the overpass and look at the traffic under my feet, my brain will stagnate for half a quarter of an hour, and then I will ask myself in a trance: How did I get to the Northeast?

In the northeast, there are endless snow-covered plains, flowing Songhua River, and cold wind from the far north. It seems that winter will never end. When the summer in my hometown comes as scheduled, it is still a peaceful and beautiful scene of spring. But I know that I will never belong here, and I will return to the hot basin in the south sooner or later, because there are all my memories there.

Some time ago, Giddens Ko's film The Girl We Chased Together in Those Years was a hit in the dormitory. The boy wrote on Kongming Lantern: Shen Jiayi, please associate with me. But I'm afraid the girl will refuse, and I don't want the girl to give him an answer. Kongming lantern rose to the sky, and a big word "good" on the other side of the lamp stung my eyes. Many years later, Ke Jingteng recalled again that Shen Jiayi told him that many things in life were in vain. A big boy suddenly cried like a crybaby.

Therefore, we also understand that the era of desperately loving people who don't understand love has gradually drifted away. Now hearing the words "once" or "those years" always adds a touch of sadness to the good memories. Sometimes I feel that I am still the familiar corridor when I turn around, sometimes I feel that I haven't copied my math homework when I wake up, and sometimes I miss myself who once believed in eternity. Now I understand that everything is changing in a subtle way, and the only constant is deep yearning.

I remember A Dai always said that he would study for the rise of China. I laugh at him like a cynic, and then he will miraculously listen to a math class with him. I remember when Master Huan graduated, he told me that men were comfortable in all directions. I nodded yes, but my heart was mixed. I remember I told Tiancan that I would study "Senior Four" with her in the air-conditioned classroom, but I broke my word. ...

Time changes every day. Life is like the weather changes. It rains occasionally on sunny days, but it will clear up after the rain. With the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we gradually learned how to love and cherish. I really can't go back. I'm just thinking that when next spring comes, I should still have time to enjoy the peach blossoms in my hometown. ...