The feeling of spring

First, spring goes and spring comes, and bloom quietly (Author: Deep Blue Drunk Sorrow)

I held the rusty iron pillar and stared at my daughter who was swinging up and down in front of me. My daughter struggled and swayed slightly in the warm spring with a bright and innocent smile on her face. Her smile is like the warm spring wind, blowing the scars in my heart from time to time.

It's been eight years. When the iron column was brand new, I don't know when it was corroded so deeply. Our children are more and more like you, but you can't see it. Alas! Don't, the only constant is spring? I suddenly fell into a melancholy sadness while talking to myself.

Dad, who are you talking to? My daughter stopped swinging and looked at me puzzled with her big blinking eyes.

I walked up to my daughter and squatted down. Kindly said: Our Si Er looks more and more like her mother, and her father is proud of Si Er!

By the way, dad. Why does mother always hide and not come to see Si Er? All the children in the kindergarten have mothers. Think about it. No, my daughter pouted and her eyes were a little red in an instant.

I hesitated. Well, in fact, your mother is in a far, far place. She has no car, no plane and no telephone. Therefore, Si Er must wait. Your mother will come back when our son grows up. Say that finish, I lean on the iron pillar. The daughter nodded inexplicably and swung the swing carefree.

But I turned my eyes to the distance in pain, and a past came to my mind. Looking back suddenly, I suddenly felt that the past was wrapped in a barbed wire at an unknown time, which was broken at the touch of a touch and splashed with blood. Even now, I don't know why I nodded in agreement with your request.

Second, about the author's mountains and rivers in spring.

Spring is a beautiful and lovely term. Since ancient times, poets have written beautiful poems about spring, and famous writers have written beautiful essays about spring. They write about spring, or praise its magnificence, or describe its freshness, or chant its beauty; Or express your feelings, or send your thoughts. In short, everyone is full of praise.

Look: it is the warm spring breeze, the eye-catching spring scenery, the spring rain that moistens everything, and the spring night of a golden girl for a moment. ...

Among many beautiful sentences, the famous modern scholar and essayist Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" can be called the swan song of praising spring. The spring in his works is exciting. Grass, tender, green and soft; Flowers, "red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow." ; The wind, with the smell of new soil, mixed with the smell of grass and flowers; Rain, "like ox hair, like fine thread, densely woven in diagonal ..." Spring is infinitely good and intoxicating.

People love spring so much that even those little dolls who don't fully understand the loveliness of spring will smile when they talk about it. "This half is implied by the sound of the word spring; Spring! Listen, how sonorous and sleepy this pronunciation sounds, how neat and appropriate the shape of this word is, and how symmetrical it is! It must be lovely to think of which season such a beautiful name belongs to, just like hearing a woman named Lihua think she must be a beauty (Feng Zikai). "

Spring is really beautiful and wonderful. However, she also has some unsatisfactory places.

Early spring is warm and cold, and the north wind is cold. What is the difference between winter and winter? In mid-spring, it rains heavily and the roads are muddy. Don't you smell it? "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Where is its beauty? This is exactly "three points of spring scenery, two points of sadness, one point of wind and rain!" At this time of warm spring in bloom, it is really famous. Only at the end of spring will the hay dry up and the beautiful scenery really show. At this time, the spring will be wonderful, but unfortunately, the beautiful scenery will wither, which leads to sighs like "helpless flowers fall".

Although there are green willows and red apricots in spring, it is warm and cold at first sight, and the sun is shining, and the fish is mixed. People who like spring should choose a sunny day for an outing or look for spring. Where is spring? On the branches of apricot trees? In pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms? In people's jubilant voices and smiles? Wearing women's colorful clothes?

In fact, as far as the natural landscape in spring is concerned, there are beautiful green hills and beautiful flowers, and spring is as deep as the sea, which is pleasing to the eye. Why are you looking?

But poets and painters still have to look for "spring" in colorful spring, so that the spring of nature can be sublimated in their poems and paintings. It can be seen that the spring of writers and artists is not only on the red flowers and green leaves, but also in their precious artistic life.

People of different occupations and classes have different understandings of spring.

For farmers, they don't have the pleasure of going for an outing to find incense, nor do they have the leisure to splash ink. Their spring will not have romantic passion, sad thoughts and lost sadness.

Fashion cuts people, and the water is still biting. Go outside, roll up your sleeves and your trouser legs. Scrape off the frozen unfrozen ice and turn up the sleeping land in the dead of winter. Sow seeds containing hope. They know that a year's plan lies in spring. Without spring sowing, there will be no autumn harvest. Their spring is hard work and hard sowing.

Their spring is sweat and hard work, and their efforts will inevitably breed fruitful autumn.

Therefore, people who love spring don't have to grieve for falling in love with Britain and quiet inside, and they don't have to regret that spring is gone forever. As long as we shed hard sweat, the golden fruit will be rich, and spring will always be contained in it.

3, Spring Festival Author: hbhcndh

When the last west wind on the earth was blown away by the spring breeze, the winter dynasty collapsed.

As a result, the little snow on the top of the mountain could no longer hold her cold face and burst into tears. Tears trickled down to the foot of the mountain, and the river was moved to make a loud noise. The impatient ducks flapped their wings and jumped into the river to enjoy the so-called "Spring River Water Heating".

Defeated the west wind, occupied the landscape, and the spring breeze was not satisfied. He wants the world to know that he is the king of this season. As a result, he captured water towns and hills, even walls and ridges. Do not believe you see, velvet spring grass is emerging from the ridge of the wall and Chi Pan, opening their sleepy eyes and stretching their gentle and charming posture against the spring breeze. In order to consolidate the victory, Feng Chun invited his twin brother Chun Yu to help him many times, but Chun Yu was introverted and taciturn. So, he came to this world at night with the spring breeze. No wonder Du Fu praised him for "sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently." At that time, the world changed, and everything was bloom.

On this night, the spring breeze created a miracle, but it also directed a tragedy. Because it is still the time when those bees and butterflies dream of spring, a small peach tree was awakened early by the tenderness of the spring breeze. She saved a winter's strength and released her feelings in this warm and cold morning. Pink flowers and white bones meet the morning sun, and clusters of bloom are like clouds. This scene was discovered by a poet who came here to look for poetry, so he wrote the first poem in spring, entitled "For my lovely little peach tree". The next day, when the poet came here again, he was shocked by what he saw: the little peach tree was flying from its petals in chunks, like a lovelorn girl tearing up a love letter, falling in the wind and the ground was covered with Xia Hong. The sentimental poet was moved to tears by the beautiful scenery. Because yesterday, he didn't think that "the sunset tomorrow should be full of paths." So he wrote a second poem entitled "For my poor little peach tree". Is the little peach tree pitiful? Maybe only the spring breeze knows, maybe only the little peach tree knows. The poet also realized what "the debt of poetry is hard to pay back".

However, the spring breeze has not learned from this tragedy, and it is still as affectionate as ever. He went to whisper to the tender grass, and the grass shook its head in shame; He went on a date with the long white clouds in the blue sky, but was rejected; He went to love Liu Si again, making catkins fly all over the sky, and asked him for a debt of gratitude. Not only that, the spring breeze also connived at butterflies flying out of Zhuang Zhou's dreams and flirting everywhere. Up to now, Zhuang Zhou doesn't know whether he is a butterfly or a person. In spring, the mother really can't stand her son's indulgence, so a spring thunder woke up the dream of this chaotic spring breeze.

After interpreting this romantic story about love, hate and sadness, the spring breeze has grown up. He picked up the children's kites as his flag, and let the whisper of the swallow as an invitation, inviting all the people to attend his accession ceremony with a happy smile. A new seasonal dynasty-spring has really begun.

Comment: The author of this article wrote a story about spring, with the spring breeze as the protagonist. In this article, it is compared to "the king of spring". In order to become a real king, he drove away the west wind, invited the spring rain, awakened the spring grass, provoked small peach trees and catkins to fly all over the sky, indulged the flowers and attracted passionate poets. Spring thunder rings, kites fly, Yan language, and everything recovers. Most of the representative scenes of spring appear in the text, which makes people feel that spring is coming. Rhetorical devices such as personification and parallelism are often used in this paper, and the language is beautiful.

Reporter: I have read many articles about spring, but I forgot them after reading them. However, I came across an article in the library of Puyuan when I was a student, "In Love with Spring" by Taiwan Province woman writer Zhang Xiaofeng, which is still unforgettable. Her unique expression of spring, like the sudden spring, is refreshing. Published here, interested people might as well try to experience Zhang Xiaofeng's understanding and feelings about spring. Spring is a romantic, charming, charming and sexy beauty. Since it appears on its own initiative, why not get rid of its serious face and reserved mentality, keep the appointment happily, or surrender happily?

Nostalgia in spring

Zhang Xiaofeng

Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can no longer be held, with a splash,

Smile a cold face into a gorgeous face, and a song will be sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, and into the fence.

In autumn, the yellow webbed duck is sung as soft and soluble spring mud, which is as soft as a quilt that has just been turned over.

So charming, so sensitive, but so muddy and endless. A thunder can make you cry all day for no reason.

When cuckoos crow, they can compete for a city of azaleas. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree sings an empty sentence.

I can't tell, but I can't listen. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is like this. no

It makes sense, but it's still good enough to make people calm.

Spring must be like this: withered stems full of leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and thousands of families live in the north.

The wandering roof of the house was crushed by the wind and snow, gently holding an empty bird's nest, and then, suddenly, one day, the peach blossom opened.

The landscape profile was completely captured, willow trees controlled the imperial ditch, and the folk river head-Quanru.

Julian Waghann, with a clear-cut flag, is beautiful because of long-term pious prayer.

As for the name of spring, there must be such a story: before the Book of Songs, in Historical Records.

A while ago, before Cangjie made words, a lamb suddenly sweated when eating grass, and a child suddenly sweated when flying a kite.

Feeling that fit, a pair of legs suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable, while Qian Qian had thousands of hands by the stream, pond and river.

The blood of the water was suddenly felt by the hand washing the sand ... when they told each other in surprise, they decided to pout.

In the shape of whistle, this season is named "spring", accompanied by pleasant whispers.

Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are

Responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They are chirping.

Calculate and calculate, check and check, and finally dare not publish statistics.

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees, give them.

The wind became violent. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the cigarette basket and the cigarette basket

Black forest, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years. ...

The ship at night has its own direction.

5, spring back to the earth, birds singing in the spring of Qinling people.

There is a poem by an ancient poet: "Duck Prophet of Spring River Plumbing." But I think the birds with the most sensitive sensory organs and the function of detecting and locating are the first to feel the breath of spring.

When the flying snowflake, with majesty, swept away everything and covered everything, the domestic birds under the eaves made a cheerful "tweet, tweet, tweet" sound. "Snow is coming, can spring be far behind?" When spring comes, the old birds can lead their children to play freely and forage on the lush grass in front of the building.

When the first red plum bloomed with her smile, the magpies with gray back and white belly sometimes jumped on the tall branches, sometimes fell into plum trees, sometimes opened and sometimes put away its blue, white and black fan-shaped tail ornaments, and kept calling "Za, Za ……". It is reporting the news of spring to distant relatives and children, who are sleepy in the warm nest of tall poplars.

When spring ploughing uses its hyperactive plough to row up the revived land, and the insects hibernating underground are breathing the cold air in early spring, the busiest and most exciting people at this time are the black old women who have always been unpopular or even annoying. They seem to smell something, flying like arrows from the jungle in the mud garden, flying from the black nest on the old elm tree in the village where the smoke is curling, and busy on the newly turned soil with the fragrance of soil. They "ah, ah, ah" in twos and threes, dancing and flying around. The cries of people who help plow the fields "bang, bang, bang" and "outside", and the cries of children who carry cans and baskets to deliver meals "Daddy, Daddy, it's time to eat" are vividly presented in front of you.

Among all the birds, the owner of next spring is the nightingale. The ancient Greek poetess called the nightingale "the messenger of spring, the nightingale with beautiful voice". Although I grew up in the countryside and have seen more than a dozen birds, I don't know what this mysterious and romantic nightingale is like. I only know that the scientific name of this kind of bird is "Song Song", and the bird with crisp and euphemistic singing is called "China Nightingale". Some people say: In fact, the nightingale is the oriole in my hometown. Orioles are also called "yellow birds", "orioles", "yellow Liu Li" and "yellow birds". It is as yellow as a sparrow, hence the name "Yellow Bird", and the ancients also called it "Bo Mouse". There is a saying in Nan Zhou Ge Tan's poem: "Yellow birds fly in the air and gather in the bushes". In fact, this bird is a "master singer" in forests and bushes. It is said that its sound varies with species, regions and seasons. Listen to the charming songs of "jump, jump, jump", "Wei Chao, Wei Chao, Wei Chao" and "physical examination, physical examination". I don't know how many drunken people go for an outing, and how many boudoir grievances have been aroused. Don't hate it. In ancient poetry, there is "drive away the oriole, don't cry on the branches." They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. "

It's time to return to the earth in spring. How I want to go back to my hometown, in the warm sunshine, in the Liu Yin, among the trees, in the fields, and listen to the gentle and intoxicating birds singing spring!

Source: Yangcheng Evening News

6. Romantic West in Spring

Friend, have you noticed that you can feel the warm spring breeze as soon as you go out? Send you the breath of spring, oh! Spring is really here!

In spring, there is green everywhere, green grass, green trees, green forests and a green world.

I silently walk on this piece of green!

I came to the garden and found that in spring on peach trees, peach trees have soft pink leaves, and some places have red fire-like buds. A spring breeze blew on the peach tree, and I saw the peach tree fluttering in the wind. Spring wind tells me that spring stays on peach trees.

I came to Shan Ye again and found beautiful wild flowers all over the mountain. Suddenly, I saw some butterflies flying not far away. Walking in, I found that it was not a butterfly, but a large piece of iris. The breeze blows, and the iris flutters with the wind, just like many butterflies are flying.

I continue to walk forward, walking in the embrace of nature, leisurely walking in the spring.

"Wow-wow-",I unconsciously came to the river.

The water in the river is crystal clear, so transparent that even the whole person can photograph it. There are some grotesque pebbles of different sizes in the river, which are really visible. Duck Prophet, occasionally a few ducks swim happily in the water. Yes! How beautiful this flowing river and this beautiful spring are! Isn't that enough reason to attract them?

Spring blossoms, spring blossoms. Spring is also infinite spring.

Ah! I love you, poetic spring!

7. The most beneficial thing is a spring: Ziyun comes.

It's willow season again. There are only faint buds on the branches in the suburbs. Looking around, the willows on the shore of the lake condensed into clouds of hazy new green, light, like gauze and fog, as if floating from a distance. The endless Yuan Ye is like a velvet carpet, spreading to the endless horizon. I recited the poem "the grass is near but there is nothing", thinking, why did the poet say "the smoke and willow are full of the capital"?

Ouyang Xiu said in Ode to Autumn Sound that "things are too abundant to kill". The golden wind breaks a hundred herbs, and everything withers. So winter raged, and the ice and snow were as heavy as death. It is this grass color that can be seen from a distance, but can't be close to it, which killed this ruthless tyrant. In the face of this faint new green, it seems that this lonely person who can be respected all over the world is going to die. It is this fragrance of green grass buds that drives away the cold winter and the thinness and dryness of everything when it hibernates.

This irresistible new green is quietly coming to us. No noisy thunder, dazzling lightning; There is no noise of the north wind rolling goose feathers and heavy snow. She came quietly and quietly. Not exaggerated, vague but true.

We relax and accept the gentle embrace of spring; We look at the distance and let the vibrant new green surge with our blood; We breathe deeply, so that the fragrance of fresh and vibrant grass leaves fills our hearts and blows away the dreariness accumulated in a winter.

My friend sang a song: there is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am a grass that no one knows. Never lonely, never worried, you see my partners are all over the world.

In fact, people are full of new green. Full of love and vitality for life. Any seemingly powerful forces, no matter how arrogant at one time, will eventually appear insignificant in front of them. Any "Wan Huhou" that regards people as dirt, no matter how powerful, is actually a pile of dirt.

8. Chun Ling is anonymous.

On August 24th, 1998, a special memorial service was held in Houzhongzhuang, Jiaxiang County, Shandong Province.

The deceased Shen Chunling was a little girl who was only 16 years old, but she enjoyed the highest funeral standard in this village. Her three brothers dressed their parents in mourning. I can't afford to kneel before the coffin. The whole village, old and young, spontaneously put on black veil and cried to see her off.

But who knows?

The girl who died young is actually not related to this family. She is just a stepdaughter who doesn't even have a hukou. After her stepfather was paralyzed and her mother ran away from home, she bravely stayed and held up her four college brothers with weak shoulders!

[I am the daughter of this family]

1June, 994, Chunling's mother, who lost her husband, took her younger brother and sister Shen Chunling from Zhou Ji, Fanzelong, Shandong Province to Houshen Village, Jiaxiang County. Chun Ling's stepfather, Shen Shuping, is a carpenter and honest. The stepfather has a 70-year-old man and four sons who are studying. Among them, Shen Jianguo, the eldest son, is studying in Xi Jiaotong University, and the other three sons are studying in high school in the county. Despite the heavy burden at home, his stepfather has excellent carpentry skills, and his family is thrifty and has more than enough to live. The stepfather family showed great enthusiasm for the arrival of Yu Chunling's mother and son. Maybe it's because there are no girls at home. Grandpa, grandma and stepfather love Koharu Ling very much, and their brothers affectionately call her Xiaoling Dang. When Koharu Ling came to her stepfather's house, she was past school age, but she had to drop out of school because of her father's death. Stepfather didn't say anything when he knew it, so he took money to send her to school. There are already four children at home who go to school, and with Ling, there is another drought on the stepfather's shoulders! ? Fortunately, my stepfather is diligent and often goes out with the construction team in the town to earn some extra money in his spare time, so he can finally cope with the expenses at home.

Ling cherished this hard-won opportunity to go to school and won the third place in the first semester. Besides studying, she also contracted some housework. When she is free, she helps her brothers to wash dirty clothes, and helps her stepfather to lift wood and saw wood. Her stepfather also boasts to everyone: I am blessed in this life, and a good daughter has fallen from the sky!

However, the happy time passed quickly, and a great disaster fell from the sky.

1995 in early summer, my stepfather fell from the third floor in a construction team and was paralyzed in bed.

When a girder fell, the family's financial resources were cut off and they were heavily in debt to treat their stepfather. Looking at his father who was ill in bed, Shen Jianjun, the second brother, took the lead in dropping out of school, but his father strongly disagreed.

Because he and his third son are about to take the college entrance examination, their grades are among the best in the school. Old three and old four also asked to drop out of school, so as not to provoke the burden of the family.

When the brothers were fighting with each other and the stepfather was in a dilemma, Koharu Ling proposed to drop out of school to help her mother support her family. My stepfather shed tears, and so did my grandparents. The stepfather said sadly, Linger, dad is sorry for you. Your brothers have studied for so many years. It's a pity to give up now, and they can only wronged you-

The three brothers still held their little sister's hand tightly and made a promise before their father's bed: No matter who is admitted to the university in the future, the kindness of the little sister will be doubled.

But Chunling's mother, who just came out of the ordeal, could not bear another disaster. She learned from the doctor that her husband was likely to be paralyzed in bed for life, and she completely lost confidence in this family. She was afraid that she would shoulder this burden and decided to run away from home with her children. Ren Chunling begged for help, but three months after her stepfather was injured, her mother left her distressed home. Mother left, and another pillar was broken at home. Grandparents wipe tears all day, stepfather sighs, and brothers are more afraid of anxiety. The family fell into tears again. The people in the village also kindly encouraged Chunling:

"You don't have any relatives here, so go back to Fan Ze's grandmother's house, or you will suffer for life!" Koharu Ling shook her head firmly: "No, I can't leave. I can't leave this house after my mother left. Koharu Ling called her brothers to the stepfather's bed and promised word for word: "Dad, mom left, she has no conscience; I won't leave, I will accompany you through the difficulties. From today, I am your own daughter. "This year, Shen Chunling was only 12 years old.

As long as a brother has a future, a sister has a future.

Koharu Ling did as she said. She does all farm work and housework at home, doing it at sunrise like a real housewife, and staying at sunset, and living carefully for the whole family. Koharu Ling knows that if this family wants to be better, she must first make her stepfather better. Therefore, after busy farm work, she never stopped treating her stepfather for a moment.

1996 In the midsummer, due to the hot weather, her stepfather's condition worsened, and Ling decided to take him to Jining for hospitalization. After settling down at home, she set off on her motorcycle. She walked more than 80 kilometers for two days and one night. When she arrived at her destination, her feet were worn out and her shoulders were swollen. In order to save the hospital accommodation, Chunling lives in a bicycle shed in the hospital. The old man who watched the car thought she was a beggar and kicked her out several times.

9. Spring

It has been raining for two days, and it is still raining. It doesn't rain much, it's as soft as cow hair, and it feels like standing at the bottom of a waterfall, wrapped in foggy water vapor. So although it rained for two days, the road was only wet and there were not many puddles. People don't like to take an umbrella when they go out at close range. It is really a pleasure to get along with this gentle rain skin. If you have an umbrella, walk in the rain for almost an hour, or be a couple. People have a special liking for this rain, which must be a kind of fanatical joy coming out of the north wind and snow. In other words, it should be a strong desire for the earth in spring.

The first time I spent spring in Heilongjiang, it seems that the spring here came late on purpose. The grass in April is still far away, let alone near. What makes people feel a little bit is the wind. Although the wind is still raging at this time, it is gentle occasionally, which is probably the figure of spring.

My hometown is Huanren County, Benxi City, Liaoning Province. Although it also belongs to the northeast, compared with this place, spring comes earlier. Now my hometown should be a light green world with a layer of goose yellow.

In high school, in the spring, every weekend, I would go out of the campus lightly, walk through the streets like a thief and peep at other people's yards. If someone's yard suddenly pops up with a touch of new green, it will often make me linger. Pale yellow green, a vibrant warm color, comes from the depths of spring, coloring full passion and rich emotions into soft colors, hiding among the branches and leaves of the tree, waiting for the soft rain like fine grass to comfort it with a warm hand like cream, and then, red, pink and white flowers suddenly appear among the green leaves. I'm really a thief, stealing people's gardens. My hometown is honest, and this is unoccupied. Some aunts often give me a loving smile when they see my obsessed expression. Therefore, I have always liked this way of stealing, and I still use it now. Once he gains something, generate occasionally gives a few heartfelt compliments, while quietly reciting "The old man who is alone still hugs, drinking rain pulp is better than Du Kang" or "Swallows wear grass houses and village children frolic out of the wall" or "The most fragrant rhyme is still flowing, and his wings are flying deep in the clouds", while enjoying the taste of stealing children and being a carefree old thief.

When the trees turn green, or before, there will almost certainly be a spring rain. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, singing with the voice of cuckoo. In the land of fraternity, it has begun to breed new life with iron hoes and plowshares. I always stubbornly believe that I was one of them. As for the reason, it is probably because I saw the lively scene of spring ploughing and realized the joy of spring ploughing.

When I was a child, my father was driving in other places, and my mother was in charge of farm work at home. Although I was a child at that time, I seemed to understand my mother's hardships. Therefore, every time you do a job, you must do what you can and share some burdens for your mother. So, in the spring ploughing, my mother took me and walked into the vast land together to plant the next year's harvest.

There is not much land in my hometown, and I usually do manual labor, but when I dig the land, I have to use cows to pull iron plows. It often takes two people to pull the iron plow. One person leads the cow in front, so as to avoid the cow getting lost and trampling, which will affect the work. Another man is holding an iron plow in the back. Most people who support plowing are experienced people in farming, because bread here contains profound knowledge. However, I still don't understand this. I only know that if there is no experience and the support is not good, it will be shallow or inclined, which will have a great impact on the next sowing. If it is not good, it will also affect the next year's harvest. I remember it was Uncle Liu in the front yard who plowed the fields for my family. He is a diligent worker and has worked around the iron plow all his life. Before liberation, he followed his father to plow the land for the landlord's family. In the early days of liberation, he plowed the fields for the production team. Now, when he is old, he plows the fields for the villagers. I remember that when people in Nakamura were ploughing in the spring, most people looked for Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu holds the plow in one hand and the whip in the other. The whip crunched and hit the cow. The cow barked "Cleisthenes" and walked forward step by step with heavy iron plough chains. At that time, I felt sorry for the ox. When Uncle Liu whipped me, my heart trembled and I secretly complained for the old cow.

The iron plow turned the soft land into ridges, and the next step was sowing. At that time, my mother only asked me to twist the seeds, but she didn't let me do the heavy work of digging holes and fertilizing. When I grow up, I will rush to dig holes and fertilize. At this time, my mother's tired face will always show a few gratified smiles. She often touches my head, then gives me the pickaxe in her hand and puts a small basket with seeds in it. After receiving the pickaxe, I will have a feeling of excitement in my heart. The pickaxe held its head high, fell, dug into the soil, picked it up, and picked out a piece of juicy black soil. A unique aromatic alcohol in the soil immediately floated out and blended into the surrounding air. Mother sowed seeds into the soil by hand, and then filled the newly dug black soil with her feet. As a result, seeds began to breed in hot soil. Perhaps the children in this spring are deeply understanding the true meaning of solar terms under the soil.

In spring in my hometown, the colors on the mountain are as beautiful as autumn. Leaves are tender green, apricot flowers are pink, pear flowers are yellow, and azaleas are crimson. When I was a child, my favorite thing to do was to wait for the mountains to be green and let my aunt's cousin take them up the mountain to pick red flowers. Picking azaleas is not easy, because it always grows between towering rocks or steep mountain walls, and it is difficult to find it in fertile soil. Even if it is found, it is one or two scattered, with a pale white color, which is not as attractive as a cliff. Therefore, most people who want to pick mountain red are for rocks. As for fertile soil, few people touch it. Probably because azaleas are not easy to pick, I like them all the more. Take it home, take a wide-mouthed glass bottle, fill it with half a bottle of clear water, and insert some newly picked azaleas in the bottle. It grows like a cliff, and so does it.