First song

1. Rain Flower Terrace

Who said the past cannot be recalled?

Year after year,

The autumn wind blows strongly.

No amount of autumn wind can blow away:

Gratitude and resentment,

Right and wrong.

Today I sing to welcome the return of spring,

How many songs,

How much sadness,

I only see the place where spring returned in the past: < /p>

Several times of setting sun,

Several times of slanting light.

44. Catkins Flying Song

When will this lingering love end?

It affects thousands of miles of clouds in the sky.

The clouds were originally two flying swallows,

Now they are all dreaming of people.

Where do you want to find Yingxue?

Floating willow catkins offer sacrifices to the soul.

After the sacrifice, spring comes again to the soul,

There is still no green skirt.

Part 2

When spring brings her unique new green and overflows like the sea, it is really intoxicating;

When spring brings her The unique warmth, when it comes like a wave, can also make people soul-breaking.

Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life.

Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.

So, start walking in spring.

When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here and give life a changing attitude.

Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life.

Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season When the curtain of spring opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.

So, I started roaming in spring.

Dressed in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything is bleak, allowing them to embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life.

You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space. Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich homeland or grow in barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use up all their enthusiasm to compose a beautiful song. An ode to life.

This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty.

Part 3

In a world shrouded in severe winter, we are looking forward to the arrival of spring.

Spring is here. Unexpectedly, I discovered that the spores of the mulberry trees beside the path had puffed up their bellies, the swallows that had not been seen for a long time also began to fly, and the wheat in the terraced fields on the mountain turned darker green. Everything seemed to be waking up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. Elephant Trunk Mountain has become brighter, the water in Qijiang River and Longxi River has swelled, and the face of the sky has become red.

At night, I seemed to hear someone’s footsteps, hurriedly passing by the window, with hope, determination, and a chilling chill.

During the day, look for spring. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil, stretched out its body, and looked around. Xiaocao was very shy and lowered his head. The crystal dew was shining in his mischievous eyes.

Winter has not completely passed yet, and the grass is swaying and rustling in the wind; after a few days, tender, tender yellow, light green, green, like jade has crawled all over ditches, roadsides, streams, and houses. Front and back. So Chun smiled boldly at us. Green hangs on the branches, and green is sprinkled on the footprints we walked through; the green waterfall seems to be flowing, as if laughing, dragged down from the mountain, and draped down. In more than ten days, the grass will come towards us overwhelmingly: green is flowing all over the mountains and plains. The green hanging down from the high Wangchuan Mountain is quietly basking in the sun. On both sides of the Qijiang River, there are large expanses of green, a carpet smelling of grass. The rows of trees on the hill behind the school are green swords pointing to the sky. It can be said that the spring breeze makes the river bank green again. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

The peach tree behind our house has pink petals blooming in large patches. The flowers are squeezing me, and I'm squeezing you, making a lot of noise like going to a market. In spring, pink peach blossoms moisten the sky, and they fill the sky bit by bit. The apricot blossoms and pear blossoms in someone's yard are also in full bloom. The peach blossoms are like fire, the apricot blossoms are like clouds, and the pear blossoms are like snow. It makes people dizzy and forget to leave. The clouds in the sky are light and the fragrance of the flowers is clear, attracting bees and butterflies to chase and dance among the flowers. The breeze blows, and the pink peach blossoms fall, fluttering and flying everywhere. No one can tell the difference between butterflies and flowers: the flying butterflies are falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms, and the falling peach blossoms and pear blossoms are flying butterflies. Wild flowers are everywhere, like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms scattered in the grass.

The spring breeze is intoxicating. Monk Zhinan said: The willow wind will not chill your face. I said: The wind blows and the flowers fall, and spring makes me drunk. The breeze blows, the small trees shake their heads, the grass bends down, and the stream keeps laughing. The wind brings the smell of earth, the delicious taste of grass, and the fragrance of flowers. The soft sunshine and wind touch you with my hands, hold you and kiss you. Then you were happy and called the birds to sing for you. The crisp sound of the kingfisher ripples in the breeze, green trees and flowing water. Swallows passed through the woods and circled in the sky. As the sun sets, above the green hills, a shepherd boy plays his piccolo. So smoke curled up from the cooking pots, night fell, and leisurely people played brisk music, brewing in the slightly moist air with the fragrance of flowers.

The spring rain falls on you inadvertently. The rain as thin as mist floated quietly between heaven and earth, like a layer of milk on the thin leaves, like a veil. The rain-soaked leaves are eye-catchingly green; in the breeze, the flowers and leaves flicker in and out; in the mist, people seem to be strolling in the heaven. After that, the rain became heavier, like cow hair, densely woven diagonally; the rain was like embroidery needles, and the distant mountains and Lijiang River were the goddess embroidering exquisite landscape paintings with her beautiful hands. Looking up at the sky, I cannot see the source of the rain. Only bright white raindrops scattered and gathered into small water droplets on the leaves. Small water droplets slipped silently from the leaves, and the leaves trembled slightly. The raindrops on the river are like shallow laughter, countless. At this time, the night is low, and a few lights are posted on the distant mountains, like one or two golden chrysanthemums; if you take a car and cross the Tsuma River Bridge, the chrysanthemums will turn into flying golden butterflies. Standing at Fule Temple's Wangjiang Pavilion, you can see the bridge on Xiangshan Mountain, the water of Longxi River, and the green fields on both sides of the Tsuma River, and you will be immersed in happiness and tranquility. The young girl in simple clothes is like a moving flower, like a line of poetry; the pedestrians walking slowly holding umbrellas, the farmers wearing raincoats and hats returning home late, and the birds returning home and flying happily form the most beautiful rhythm of spring. The thin rain, the thin houses, the long river, and the rolling mountains are silent in the rain.

Spring is here. During the day, several kites will rise on the top of the mountain, like big butterflies; like fish swimming in the white clouds, and like leaves resting on a tree without branches. The ground and lawns, old and young, will soon be filled with people. The young ones chase, the old ones stretch their muscles and bask in the sun. Students had a spring outing, cooking smoke, eating meals, and laughter filled the valley.

Spring is here, and her footsteps are so light and soft. Like a newly born baby, like a little girl in bloom, like a strong young man, walking across the grass, gliding across the water, living on white clouds, resting on flowers, and chatting with birds. At night, Chun and I chased each other in our dreams, because she had to rush on her way tomorrow.