Listen, spring has come, and she is coming to us with light steps. She waved to us like a girl in a garland. Spring symbolizes the beginning of life. Looking around, there is life everywhere. The young tree spit out green buds and swayed her soft branches in the breeze. Grass also slipped out of the soil, tender and green.
But in this beautiful spring, I met a sad thing.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and our math midterm paper was handed out. After I got the paper, I looked at the score. Oh, my God! Is this my test paper? I feel dizzy. Why ... so little? When I was in elementary school, I never got 70 points in math. How did I get 39 points this time? I really wanted to find a crack in the ground, because my deskmate did well in the exam this time and he was looking at me proudly. I was really ashamed at that time. Fortunately, I don't have to go home to live, otherwise how can I face my parents who have worked hard all day!
After school, I walked alone on the path and walked with heavy steps. Suddenly it was cloudy and a cool breeze blew. I feel that the schoolbag on my back seems to weigh a thousand pounds, which makes me breathless. I'm just sitting by a tree on the edge. When I looked up, I suddenly saw a branch that was about to break, stubbornly spitting out a bud and swaying gently in the breeze. Seeing this, my mood suddenly brightened up. This little branch never gave up hope for life, breathing fragrance to add vitality to spring, not to mention me.
I am no longer sad. I strode forward against the spring breeze. I don't think about exams or poor grades. I believe I can get good grades in the exam, in exchange for my parents' smiles. At this time, the sun gradually showed its red face and stared at me with a smile. Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented force and I strode forward. ...
(2) I am going to the first grade, and I have experienced many things, some happy and some lost. Due to many things, some things have been forgotten. What has not been forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year. Isn't there a saying that the season of the year lies in spring? In spring, willows sprout; Flowers are blooming; The grass gradually straightened up and the water in the river gradually melted. Everything is green.
In spring, everything changed. Some people give their seats to the old people on the bus. When crossing the road, some people help the old and the blind to cross the road. Even the flowers and plants in the park are appreciated. Something happened to me this spring, which deeply touched me. This makes me feel that spring is not only full of vitality, but also more human.
On the day after school, I am ready to go home happily. I saw a blind man wearing a Ma Lukou on my way home. He seems to want to cross the road, too. At that time, it was still raining heavily, so I helped him cross the road. Later, I wanted to take him home. It's raining hard. He didn't bring an umbrella. So he and I used an umbrella to send him home. I was about to walk to his house when I saw a manhole cover open in front. So I helped him by the well, and when I walked over, he asked me why I was spared. I told him. Right after I finished speaking. He immediately turned and walked to the well.
When he reached the well, he touched the manhole cover with his hand. I also went there. I should help him. But he didn't agree. Said he was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. Remove the heavy manhole cover by hand. How can I not help him when I see this situation, just because I am afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I moved the heavy manhole cover with him. At this time, it rained even harder.
When the manhole cover was repaired, we walked to his house together. He gave me a handkerchief to wash my hands. On the way to walk again, he also said, in case it is night, wouldn't it be bad for some people not to know that?
I was moved by his spirit. As a blind person, I can always think of others.
This is the story of that spring. This spring is not only beautiful, but also better for people.
Listen, spring has come, and she is coming to us with light steps. She waved to us like a girl in a garland. Spring symbolizes the beginning of life. Looking around, there is life everywhere. The young tree spit out green buds and swayed her soft branches in the breeze. Grass also slipped out of the soil, tender and green.
But in this beautiful spring, I met a sad thing.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and our math midterm paper was handed out. After I got the paper, I looked at the score. Oh, my God! Is this my test paper? I feel dizzy. Why ... so little? When I was in elementary school, I never got 70 points in math. How did I get 39 points this time? I really wanted to find a crack in the ground, because my deskmate did well in the exam this time and he was looking at me proudly. I was really ashamed at that time. Fortunately, I don't have to go home to live, otherwise how can I face my parents who have worked hard all day!
After school, I walked alone on the path and walked with heavy steps. Suddenly it was cloudy and a cool breeze blew. I feel that the schoolbag on my back seems to weigh a thousand pounds, which makes me breathless. I'm just sitting by a tree on the edge. When I looked up, I suddenly saw a branch that was about to break, stubbornly spitting out a bud and swaying gently in the breeze. Seeing this, my mood suddenly brightened up. This little branch never gave up hope for life, breathing fragrance to add vitality to spring, not to mention me.
I am no longer sad. I strode forward against the spring breeze. I don't think about exams or poor grades. I believe I can get good grades in the exam, in exchange for my parents' smiles. At this time, the sun gradually showed its red face and stared at me with a smile. Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented force and I strode forward. ...
4. Cloud
There is a fiery red cloud floating in the sky, turning into red, purple and many other nameless colors.
Suddenly turned into a lovely kitten, as if meowing. Before everyone could see it clearly, Sister Huo Shaoyun became a white horse again. It ran, ran, ran and disappeared.
Sister Huo Shaoyun has changed again. This time, it is a big rooster with a golden crown on his head and feathers on his tail. How beautiful! It seems to be screaming, and it seems to wake everyone up and wake everyone up.
Before everyone could figure it out, the fiery red cloud disappeared.
Lovely spring
On a Saturday morning in spring, after finishing my homework, I took a collection of Zhu Ziqing's essays and sat in front of the door to read: "Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy ... "This well-known prose deeply attracted me, delighted me and intoxicated me. Looking up and looking around, I can't help but gently "Ah!" With a cry, isn't it a colorful and vibrant beautiful spring scenery? You see, everything in the recovery is bathed in the soft sunshine, and the wet soil is soaked in the sweet spring rain, showing a thriving scene everywhere:
Beautiful angels and spirits of spring flowers decorate the earth with their beautiful gestures and bright colors, making spring more charming. Look! Yellow winter jasmine, white daffodils, light green orchids, pink peach blossoms ... they make the earth colorful, emitting a burst of attractive fragrance and a scene of flowers blooming!
Seeing the flowers working so hard, the tree is certainly not willing to lag behind. Look! The soft spring breeze is kissing the newly awakened earth, and the misty green mist is rippling on the willow branches ... The yellow leaves have spread on the long branches of the willow trees, swaying gently in the breeze; The red cotton tree with red flowers is like a burning fire, which is really spectacular; Peach trees are full of peach blossoms, pink, like patches of morning glow ... so beautiful!
Lively swallows shuttled back and forth, and their chirping came from time to time in the air. Beautiful butterflies flap their colorful wings and dance among the flowers. Swarms of bees are trying to brew sweet honey for human beings ... this swallow, this butterfly and this bee have added infinite interest to the beautiful spring.
In the field, people are trying to sow seeds. A farmer's uncle sat on a tractor and started the machine. Rows of newly turned black soil stretch under the tractor. Some rice fields reflecting the blue sky have planted green seedlings, which look like carpets from a distance; It looks like a green yarn at close range. The girl who transplanted rice wiped the sweat from her head and looked up at the green rice fields. She giggled and the laughter spread far and wide. ...
In this beautiful spring, the sun is shining and all kinds of colors complement each other. How can we not admire the ingenuity of nature and change a more beautiful picture than a kaleidoscope in an instant? Looking at everything in front of me, I can't help cheering from the heart: Ah, what a lovely spring, a beautiful spring.
The dead of winter is fleeting, and the new year is coming. In this sunny March, the botanical garden has taken on a new look.
Stepping into the gate and looking out, the spring is full. In the sky, magpies are happily playing the waltz of sound of spring; On the earth, there are many flowers, and hardworking worker bees add a little youthful vitality to it. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. When people are immersed in its beauty, the fragrance wafts from time to time. This delicate fragrance makes you intoxicated and fascinated, but you can't bear to faint. You will enjoy the best things in the world.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. Sitting and lying, everyone walks barefoot on the grass. The grass is continuous, giving people a soft feeling.
"Blowing your face is not cold", like a mother's hand rubbing on her body. Gentle breeze blows over your face, with the smell of newly turned earth, wrapped in grass, mixed with all kinds of flowers, brewing in the humid air. There is a winding river in the garden. The clear river is like a boat full of fish and shrimp. Standing on the bridge, listening to the sound of running water at the bridge below, it seems that I have come to the mysterious Peach Blossom Creek and stared at the dreamlike beauty of the Peach Blossom Garden. Spring is not like the anxiety in summer, the cold in autumn and the desolation in winter. It is gentle and considerate.
There are more kites in the sky. In the laughter, people had a good time. Old people play chess, young people play football, children fly kites ... the plan of the year lies in spring, and people should cherish the good times and live every day.
"Advise you not to cherish golden clothes, and advise you to cherish youth. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. "
A busy week passed, and I got up early on Saturday to feel the growth of all life quietly and gently. Osmanthus fragrans in front of the dormitory is filled with faint fragrance. The old banyan tree at the school gate is lush, tall and straight, as strong as a hundred years ago.
I got on the bus, but I had no seat. Fortunately, it's not too crowded. Choose a window seat and stand. The car was about to start when it suddenly braked. An old lady grabbed the handrail with one hand and leaned against the door with the other, and got on the bus with difficulty.
Like many old people, grandma's hair faded from the hair dye in the room, and the black and white color was particularly eye-catching. A red rope was tied to the sideburns, revealing a gold hairpin. The old man's face is full of years, but his eyes are kind.
The old man carefully put away his boarding pass for the elderly, then slowly turned around and walked to the carriage. At this time, a middle-aged man and a student in school uniform stood up at the same time.
The eyes of the whole car gathered on them.
"Sit down." The middle-aged man said to the old man in the local dialect.
The old man turned to the students and said, "Sit down, sit down, thank you, son!" " "The old man gently waved and motioned for the students to sit down. A gold tooth came out.
"It doesn't matter, I'll be there soon. Sit down! " The old man said to the middle-aged man again.
At this time, the bus arrived at another station. Although the old man grasped the handrail with both hands, he still could not stand steadily. The middle-aged man caught the old man. "Sit down, where are you standing?" The old man sat down obediently with a smile and kept thanking him. Middle-aged people just smiled and continued to look up at the road ahead.
Outside the window, the green trees stretch continuously, and when the car passes by, it seems that a car has been splashed with grass green. There is such a bird, eating grass in the car quickly, which seems to convey the message of spring to everyone in the car.
It suddenly occurred to me that Mother Teresa's famous saying: If you do good today, people will often forget it tomorrow. Do good anyway! A pure heart can give and love freely, then he is a happy person.
Yes, others may not remember what they did, but they can give freely and love freely like Mother Teresa. Isn't he a happy man? Faiser, the author of Endless Love, put it well: "Love has no end-a little kindness is like dandelion seeds in the wind. You don't know where it will fall, grow, bloom, fly again, and take root in the earth ... That white love flies over the ravine and the sea, unconsciously softening the whole world. "
The smile on the old man's face told me that she felt very happy. Middle-aged men and students are not stingy with his love and kindness-they are happy even if they just give up their seats!
Bow to beautiful thoughts and open the door of life with the key of love, and the story of spring will be like a myth full of miracles.
The public service advertisement of wireless TV on the bus rang: "Did you give up your seat today?"
All eyes are mixed with temperature, and they all gather somewhere again. ...
6. The story of spring
God gave four messengers a year. They are spring, summer, autumn and winter. They brought different landscapes to the earth.
In spring, I look at the bright sunshine to find the figure of spring. The messenger of spring is the most beautiful of the four messengers, and also my favorite one, because she gave me the expectation of this life.
Under the sunlight, the soft light enveloped my smoky dream, and I began to recall and imagine.
It was the third grade of primary school. The teacher is flying kites in the field with a group of children. We stepped on the soil without water, and our footprints were deep and shallow. After cutting rice last year, the roots remained in the field. After the baptism of winter, the dwarf becomes pale and weak, but it does not hinder the growth of other small weeds.
Everyone cheered and fiddled with their kites. I forgot to bring it, so I squatted by the canal and stared at the new weeds. Then I reached out and folded the bent stems one by one, and my nails pinched the grass stems and then folded them in half, chanting, "If I tell you to grow randomly, you will kill it!" " "The grass is exhausted, and the nails are full of green liquid, with the unique fragrance of grass. Sometimes I help others fly kites, but most of the time I still sit in the pit and watch the kites fly higher and higher, counting which ones will only fall and which ones will only fly again. So-and-so's kite is entangled again. When I saw some kites that couldn't fly, I was really a rookie. If I take a kite, I'm sure I can surpass that.
Later, due to frequent traffic accidents, all the spring outing activities were cancelled, and there were no more scenes of groups of children chasing and fighting on the road.
Lying on the desk, next to a pile of books and test papers, I can't help sighing when I look at the sunshine. I pity this blue sky and white clouds. Now is not the time to play. We are all grown up, and we seem to hear a sigh in a trance. With heavy sadness, the sky is dark.
Looking at abc in the book, I thought to myself that in a little while, we will be free and the blue sky will belong to you again. I will definitely bring an oversized kite to make up for my past regrets, definitely, definitely.
7. Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring.
On campus, there are beautiful Lu elephants everywhere in spring. The willows draw out thin willows and decorate them with yellowish leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming!
Spring has really come. In the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on the body and the soft spring breeze blows on the face, which is both warm and comfortable; On rainy days, spring thunder explodes from time to time, which is both thrilling and exciting.
The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. I have been bending all winter, my back is straight, and my cheerful smile is full of hope. The park is full of excitement again. Young people who take pictures, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on.
People are busier in spring. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, in the streets of the city, busy figures shuttle back and forth, and farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside. On the wall of the classroom, there is a curriculum for the new semester. There are many fruits of knowledge in the new book waiting for us to collect.
I love spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of the trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope!
8. Spring, bright spring and mild spring have come back and come to me again. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees, looking for charming spring scenery.
I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green is refreshing and never tires of seeing it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness. When cicadas stop in the Woods, they will ask.
I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!
Springs tinkle into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing.
9. The crowd searched for it for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
-Inscription.
Spring, a season of sowing hope; A colorful time; A seed that just broke through the ground. Everything is revived, and larks sing the tired dreams of the earth with songs; Vibrant flowers and grass add color to the earth. Sunny spring fiddles with the earth, making life on the ground full of vitality, and the breath of spring flows in every corner.
In the field, the cold of winter has just returned, and spring has come first. Look at the blooming flowers, sweet air, green rice waves, and the sweetness of hope. That lasting freshness is brewing in the air, and that pure faith is flowing in my heart. It seems that every beam of sunshine smells of grass. Everything is so unusual, everything is so hopeful, and spring is so perfect. With a touch of tenderness, but can not hide the childlike frankness, as colorful as a kaleidoscope.
Autumn is the season of harvest, while spring is the season of sowing. Rows of heroic street trees are waiting for the changes of the city, but they are not like the vicissitudes of the old friends. The new buds spit out by their branches render the whole city, and the intoxicating green branches cover the whole road end to end, even the wind blows gently, for fear that the green juice will be squeezed out by pushing hard. Water is good in spring.
Winter is a cold season, and spring is a lively season. Look at the swallows on the telephone poles, dressed in black uniforms, like polite gentlemen; It is also like a smart note, flying out of spring; They are like angels from heaven, bringing infinite vitality to spring. Farmers' uncles sow seeds and turn over the soil in the fields. Seeing their eager eyes and crystal sweat, I seem to see a fruitful autumn. Without the hope and efforts of spring, how can we expect victory without efforts?
Spring is beautiful, whether it is continuous spring rain or gentle spring breeze. Whether it is the light green of the branches or the colorful flowers in the garden, it is very smart. Yes, spring has no passion in summer, elegant poetry in autumn, and deep and tragic winter, but it interprets the hope and vitality in everyone's heart and rubs full happiness and sweetness into everyone's heart.
Spring is gentle, because it carries too many hopes and dreams. It is the foreshadowing of autumn, the child born in winter, and the only season that can give people blessings among the four seasons. The world becomes colorful because of spring, and our hearts become more sunny because of the arrival of spring.
Where is Chun? You don't have to look for it deliberately, as long as your heart is full of hope, as long as you don't give up your dreams, as long as you work hard, then spring is in your heart and never far away.
10. It's the New Year! "
Thousands of families were injured, and the earth suddenly changed into costumes.
"Why do you want to celebrate the New Year?" A little boy asked his grandfather.
"Chinese New Year is to marry the earth."
"Who is the bride?"
"Fairy-Spring Girl!"
Miss Chun, kiss the earth deeply and it turns green. ...
Look-flowers are swaying in the wind; The butterfly is dancing; Swarms of bees are busy; Birds say rap.
The butterfly kissed the flower deeply, and the flower smiled, and the laughter fell on the grass, and the grass was drunk.
Jealously, the bees chased the flowers and proposed to her again and again, but the flowers refused to agree. She had to wait, waiting for the first kiss of the dish, but the butterfly lingered on other branches, where the flowers sang affectionately: butterflies flying/who are you chasing/flowers blooming/who can make you intoxicated/your moment/make my heart crazy/one of your eyebrows/tear my heart/your turn/my soul lost/your moment of drunkenness.
The butterfly heard the song of the flower and came with an apology for it: don't sing the flower/the butterfly was born ungrateful/worthy of your love/don't blame the butterfly for hurting you/don't wait for the flower/your brother not to kiss you/your youth has expired/the butterfly is a novel/don't start with an ending/don't accidentally turn into lovesickness.
Flowers cry, tears break the liver and intestines, and petals fall in succession. Grass, piece by piece, in my arms, stroking, distressed and loving. ...
A dragonfly heard the sound of flowers, stood on the branch and asked with concern, "Why is the flower girl crying like this?"
The flower stopped crying, touched a handful of tears and asked, "Brother Dragonfly, what is love?"
"Love as you are." Dragonfly casually replied.
"Why can't I have it if I like it?" The flowers asked.
"Love is enough, why have it? You see, Miss Chun has only one season with the earth, so she has left. But the earth is still very pleasant and pleasant. What you have is not necessarily love, sometimes it is just a need and dependence. Just as people own the earth, do they really love it? Not necessarily! What they want is real. That's not love. Turn your stubborn love into elegant love. Crying is also a season, and so is laughing. Butterflies will not stay because of your sadness. "
Flowers think what dragonfly said is very reasonable. From then on, she opened herself up and became young and beautiful. I gave the sweet stamen to the bees who have been pursuing themselves, and became friends with many creatures, taking care of the grass.
The elegance of flowers floats on the earth with the wind, and the earth becomes full of vitality. Small creatures are full of comfort, happiness and elegance. ...