Early Spring Morning Scenery 1 The cold winter has passed, and the girl in spring is coming to us with this gentle step. I just got up this morning and found it was raining outside. It was the first rain since spring, but this spring rain didn't always tell people that it was as fine as a feather and was on cloud nine. Maybe it rained heavily because of the windy weather.
At seven o'clock, I get everything ready for school. Different from usual, I wore rain boots and an umbrella today. It has been raining all the time, and the grandfathers and grandmothers who used to exercise on both sides of the road didn't come out because of the rain, so both sides of the road looked empty. There is no noise in the fields and the roads are deserted.
Rain has brought inconvenience to people. Some little brothers or sisters accidentally fall down with umbrellas in their hands, and their clothes will get dirty. Rain has also brought us benefits. The air is particularly fresh after the rain. You will feel sweet after taking a deep breath! It hasn't snowed at this time of winter, which makes those seedlings almost die of thirst. This spring rain can make them drink enough. This reminds me of the proverb "Spring rain is as expensive as oil".
There are more and more pedestrians on the road, some go to work and some go to school ... I think of a text "Spring Rain" learned in the second grade of primary school. As good as a dime, fluttering and spreading ... "Ah! What a beautiful spring morning!
Early Spring Morning Scenery Three beautiful essays 2 This is an early spring morning. After finishing everything, it's already 5 am, but I'm not sleepy at all. I just opened a book and looked at it. I don't know how long it took. When I looked up, the sky outside the window turned white and it was almost dawn. In a short time, the oriental white gradually emerged, and the fog has not dispersed. I opened the window and looked into the distance.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in. I didn't feel cold, but I was more energetic and seemed to feel refreshed. The thin morning fog covered everything, and it was clear or blurred in the distance. However, several pear trees downstairs are particularly eye-catching and surprising. A pear tree blooms in silence, white as snow, and has a hazy beauty under the mist. The ancients described Snow White as "like a strong wind in spring, getting up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", but at this time, only Snow White was used to describe pear flowers. Yes, like Sydney, as white as snow.
I can't appreciate it from a distance, so I can't help running downstairs. I am afraid that my footsteps are too heavy to wake my sleeping neighbors, and I am afraid that my footsteps are too slow, as if I can't see pear blossoms. There are already 3322 old people doing morning exercises in the community. They look very focused and don't care about things that have nothing to do with morning exercises, let alone beautiful pear blossoms.
Before I reached the tree, I slowed down my eager pace and walked slowly. The closer you get, the clearer you see and the more beautiful you feel. The flower is small and lovely, and five petals surround the flower heart. Because of the fog in the morning, there are water drops on the petals, which are moist but not bright and more charming. If you don't think it's bright, heavy makeup will be bright, and they will be light. Looking closely, I found that pear flowers also have leaves, but they are all clustered together and the leaves are inconspicuous. But it is this "a little green among thousands of flowers", accompanied by these colorful flowers, full of new and old branches, showing the vitality and vitality of early spring.
They are so beautiful, so quiet, not charming or proud, just like a beautiful and pure girl, elegant and fragrant. Although it can drive beautifully, there is no noise before driving. If you have to make a little noise to attract attention, it is not a pear flower. Look at your beauty silently, why care if you are cared about?
When did they open the door? How long did it last? Why didn't anyone tell me? Maybe I didn't even notice. Rodin said: "The world is not short of beauty, what is lacking is the vision of finding beauty." Just like the pear flower of this tree, it has always been so beautiful, but I have never found it. Maybe I missed a lot of such beautiful women, but I just don't know.
It was an early spring morning and it was quiet all around. The grass sleeps soundly, the bird hasn't woken up from a beautiful dream, and the small leaf is unfolding its young leaves that haven't woken up yet. The moon went west, and the naughty star was called home by the mother moon. The whole earth was silent in the morning fog, just like the heavenly palace in fairy tales. The morning mist gradually dispersed, overlooking the lakes and mountains, lush and graceful trees, like soldiers holding their heads high and dancing girls, stretching out her slender wrists to welcome the new day. I don't know when, a dazzling light came out of the clouds in generate, and the earth was radiant and lively. A few crisp "whoa whoa ~" chirps broke the tranquility of dawn, awakened the birds in the dream, awakened the small stream, and began to flow and sing tactfully. The grass stretched and looked up, looking at the coming new year, and the willow shook her. The flowers are all in bloom, and a breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Look, here come the flower fairy butterfly and the hardworking little bee. Suddenly, in the distance, a small figure walked around, and several flames fluttered in the breeze. Very close, very close, so the children go to school. .......................................................................................................................................................
Ah! What a beautiful spring! I opened my eyes wide and really wanted to put the beautiful scenery in front of me into my memory pocket at once.
Ah! The arrival of a good spring has given us green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers.
Ah! In the early spring morning, if I were a magic pen, I would decorate you with a beautiful heart and turn you into a colorful picture.
Early Spring Morning Scenery Three beautiful essays 4 Early in the morning, there was a faint milky fog everywhere. Soon, when the white fog cleared, the warm sunshine in spring had spread all over the earth. The cold in the air is getting weaker and weaker, so weak that people can hardly feel it. Spring has quietly come to us.
The trees in the fog in the distance are still covered with brown branches, like a quietly elegant and silent ink painting. But among countless brown branches intertwined, I can tell the figure of poplar from the branches of poplar at a glance. Now every branch of poplar is covered with full and strong buds. From a distance, the colors of buds and branches are the same, but I know that the buds are covered with reddish-brown thin sacs, and some buds are slightly open, revealing a little light green. The colors of spring are quietly gestating and growing. I can see birds on the poplar trees in the distance. They stood on the brown branches and watched the lovely buds and trees change in a novel way. Far away, I am worried that birds should not peck off the bright green of poplar as fruit. Maybe my worry is unnecessary. Birds should know more about trees than we do, because trees are their homes and friends. Soon we went outside and looked up inadvertently. This tall poplar has turned into a light green tree. You will be amazed at how quickly spring comes and comes to us overnight. In fact, spring has come long ago, and green has been quietly watching you strangely on the tall tree.
In the distance, weeping willows stood quietly by the roadside, and soft taupe branches hung like hair, fluttering gently with the slight spring breeze. I can see hazy green, like a faint green mist. In today's pale white fog, I can feel the green fog floating among the branches of willow trees. Willow trees are so beautiful that milky white and light green mist gently floats on their soft branches. This is a beautiful gouache painting. I want to keep it, but which painter can paint it, and how can we photograph its beauty? Only watch quietly and keep this beauty in your heart.
The grassland that used to be yellow in the distance began to turn green today. The green grass has crept out of our heads inadvertently, and the grassland has turned yellow-green, showing great vitality. Maybe in a few days, we will find that the grass turns green, the yellow grass will disappear overnight, the pace of spring is always so brisk, and the grass has changed into a beautiful green coat overnight.
The well-trimmed holly trees on the roadside used to look weather-beaten and withered, but now they have become moist, as if Miss Chun had just touched them with green powder and fat, and they look so beautiful. A black puppy stood facing Holly, with its mouth touching the green leaves of Holly. Maybe it's talking to Holly. Maybe it is tasting the smoothness and tenderness of holly leaves with its mouth.
Under the brown tree, there is a little emerald green, which is just unearthed green grass. They crowded together in groups of three and five, enjoying the luster of the sun and the moon and growing up. In a few days, the green grass will have white, pink and blue flowers. They are also enjoying the bright sunshine in spring and blooming their most beautiful flowers.
In the small garden by the roadside, there are several shrubs, and the branches hang softly, a little dark yellow-green. I looked at its yellow-green branches and tried to think about its color a few days ago, but I couldn't remember it. These days, its brown branches have gradually turned into lovely yellow-green today. Maybe its branches are originally yellow-green, but I don't care every time I pass by.
The branches of tall pine trees are connected into a slightly undulating green carpet, and the undulating place is the branches of the pine trees below. The green carpet that looked rough in winter seems to be a little wet now, and the green carpet looks softer.
We are very busy, and the car is running on the road; Birds are busy in the air, trees and fields; Trees and grass, which used to be so quiet in winter, are as busy as we are now. I can see that the brown branches on the tree are covered with brown dots, which are countless green life to be born, and every tree is actively preparing for the new life.
Spring has stood by us. It walks gently, beside you and me. It brings lovely and vibrant green to our vast land and produces beautiful flowers.
Early spring morning scenery three beautiful articles 5 early spring, wrapped in a thick flavor of the year, quietly arrived. With the touch of yellow jasmine in spring, spring has accelerated its pace.
Spring, spring rain, spring breeze, spring flowers and spring ploughing constitute the theme of spring.
Although it was warm and cold at first, compared with the rare warm sun in winter, the early spring is sunny and the weather is getting warmer gradually, but we should be wary of the occasional cold spring.
The rain in early spring is as soft as silk, combing the earth like the soft hair comb of a passionate and sensitive girl; Just like a soft caterpillar scratching a child's face comfortably. The rain in early spring is precious, nourishing the thirsty seedlings since winter and changing the dry air. After a night of spring rain, yesterday's dry mountain streams, riverbeds and branches have all sprouted, and the buds are blooming and the soil is fragrant. The barren land on the sunny slope between Shan Ye has patches, rustles and a touch of green. Compared with the visual fatigue of evergreen seasons in the south, friends in the north are much luckier. Flowers bloom and fall, with four distinct seasons. They are experiencing endless changes in seasons, and the charm of nature is also changing. It's time for an outing.
The spring breeze intoxicated tourists, and the spring breeze in February was like scissors. The wind in early spring is a good time to fly kites. The park and the river are full of children's laughter.
Winter jasmine is the first color on the earth in spring. It never competes with flowers, but it is the messenger of spring. When everything has not recovered and the grass is still withering, it brings a yellow color to the world. When I was in all loves, it quietly put away its colors and hid a shade of green on the earth, so ordinary and silent. With the blooming of peaches, willows and rape blossoms, the spring girl basked in colorful skirts and ate wild vegetables, and the spring outing began.
In early spring and February, the river opened, birds sang, the mountains turned green and the earth warmed up. Farmhouse spring ploughing has begun, and spring planting and spring tube planting have begun. As the saying goes, a millet is planted in spring, and 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn, and the hard work of farmers begins.
In the early spring, Tang Hanyu said, "The rain in the sky is as slippery as crisp, but the grass color in the distance is very close." It truly describes the scene of early spring.
The season of the year lies in spring, which blooms in spring and bears fruit in autumn. Life is the same, teenagers are like spring, with fine hair and no thick collection. Spring is the same for nature and life, and you will gain something from your efforts.
The golden rooster sings in spring, which is auspicious and wishful. The Spring Festival of the Year of the Rooster is destined to be very meaningful to me, because I finally persuaded my parents to spend the next year in the town where I work.
When I left my hometown's earthen yard and country road, my parents watched the documentary "Aerial Photography of China" on the Internet, overlooking my hometown in the air, and had different feelings.
Accompany your parents for the New Year, have food and clothing, and travel short distances. Don't let elderly parents often occupy most of their hearts with memories, but also let parents feel the beat of the experience era. With the footsteps of early spring, I also went on a trip, taking the high-speed train, taking the subway, visiting the provincial capital and tasting delicious food. Parents who are over eighty are always very happy, with happiness on their faces and inner peace hidden in their hearts.
Feel the early spring and understand the wonderful changes of the sun, moon and stars and the four seasons; Experience the hometown, nostalgia, phonology, and express homesickness; Take a cursory look at the flowers, understand the pace of urban change and perceive the changes of the times.
Early spring is warm, early spring is warm, with the pace of early spring, a beautiful spring with green trees and flowers will surely come.
A month ago, when I bid farewell to the last snow in winter, I found that the branches where the snowflakes stayed were tender buds, and the grass tips were green under the drifting snow. Green life has been in a hazy state of being half asleep and half awake, but it has no intention of breaking out and blooming. It may be the handover between the remnant winter and the early spring, and there are still some disputes to be solved. Otherwise, between morning and evening, between sunny and rainy days, the temperature between you and me will always hover around zero, and the temperature difference will be above fifteen degrees. So the pace of early spring has always been so slow and light. I am also ambivalent, unwillingly releasing my hand in winter, and at the same time opening my arms with anticipation. The Tao is: I feel that time is short when I leave, and I always feel that waiting is long when I look forward to it.
Before I retired, I was very busy, only knowing that spring came, flowers bloomed, flowers faded and spring left. Now there is enough time to watch, enjoy and describe spring. Every morning exercise, I carefully observe the trees and flowers on the roadside, always trying to appreciate how early spring comes and unfolds. Ten days ago in the morning, my wife and I walked into the park and climbed the hillside as usual. Suddenly, a peach tree at the corner is full of peach blossoms, pink and white, which is beautiful. My wife couldn't help shouting, "Look! The peach blossoms are in bloom. Didn't you see it yesterday? " . The whole winter is greeted by yellow grass and dead branches, and spring flowers are full of branches in a blink of an eye. Why don't people who look forward to spring grieve? After that, I put my camera on my back and began to get busy. In just three or four days, the first batch of primroses (commonly known as forsythia suspensa, Prunus mume and peach blossom) beside the park hill, in the street garden and on the bank of the Yellow River were just like arranged, stuck in time, blooming almost at the same time, overflowing with fragrance and full of vitality. It's really a pregnancy in October, a delivery. Why not surprise? The spring breeze opened the curtain of the song of spring. Under the blue sky, the eldest daughters in early spring proudly stand among weeds and vines that have not yet awakened in spring, smiling faces blooming on the branches. Flowing with the wind, spotless and delicate, it exudes a youthful and beautiful face on the stage. For a time, the hillside park was painted with white, red, pink and yellow, and the streets were lit up and the banks of the Yellow River were dressed up. Don't say that tourists stop to linger, even a few strong wild bees are like lecherous people, circling tirelessly among colorful flowers, stopping for a while, and then dancing selflessly. I can't get rid of some lecherous people, even though I am sweating with them. I had planned to take some photos of bees and flowers, so I had to give up. Then it was cloudy for three and a half days. Grumpy summer seems to be unable to wait for the style of chirping in spring, and summer attacks remnant winter in spring. The temperature soared to more than ten degrees. The fashionable summer clothes immediately fluttered in the street. Spring in the northwest is such a temper, which changes every day or every few days. Clothes of the four seasons are covered with hangers.
It is raining. The weather forecast has been postponed twice in a row, but the dusty weather in spring is accurate. On the fourth night, the first light rain in spring was chanting "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " This poem didn't appear until noon. I checked my camera and put on my raincoat. As soon as I got out of the unit door, a chill came to my nose, and I couldn't help sneezing. The wet cold forced pedestrians to put on winter clothes again. I passed by and ate a bowl of beef noodles to drive away the cold. Straight to the grass garden in the drizzle. This is a miniature garden with bonsai, lakes and pavilions in the center of the city. I really don't know how to know those exotic flowers and trees without famous brands.
The garden surrounded by high-rise buildings is like a skylight, or a vent from the city to nature. Spring cold drizzle makes the garden extraordinarily quiet, which is a good place and opportunity to relax and wash the polluted air. The drizzle, almost foggy, can only be felt in the slight ripples on the lake. The reflection of the surrounding scenery also swayed slightly on the water. A lilac-like fragrance of Tanchun is spreading with dense branches, and the flowers are as white as snow, emitting intoxicating fragrance. I can't resist the temptation. I clung to my face and sucked the breath of spring deeply. A faint fragrance moistens my heart and lungs. The plump and fleshy petals of papaya and begonia overflow the milk of spring, and the satisfied smile is so sweet that even the tears of gratitude drop by drop. What is puzzling at the moment is that when it comes to begonia flowers, the ancients are always sad. What "tears wet begonia branches" and "begonia hurts autumn and thinness with tears" ... may be different moods. Although a young torch tree doesn't have so many branches, its fist-sized buds are ready to go, full of confidence. Next to a tree full of yellow leaves, I was extremely unconvinced and challenged it. It also has proud capital. Autumn wind and winter snow failed to make it yield. Pieces of dead leaves hold their ground, just waiting for new leaves to take their place. A century-old tree is bent with a deformed body, its cracked trunk is full of mud, and its dead upper body is cut off by the middle. It's completely like an old, weak and sick person. After a while of sympathy, I saw the branches of the trunk spreading, the leaves were covered with branches and white flowers were blooming. It did not live up to the hope and call of spring, and added luster to the songs of spring with its lingering life. It can be said that "Wan Muchun is ahead of the sick tree" is not as good as "the dead tree meets the spring". Awesome! Alas!
The rain around has not stopped, and two trouser legs have been wet and dripping from the flowers. Go out of the grass garden, walk on the wet water road, and go to Nanguan Cross Street Garden. A month ago, I photographed a group of beautiful snow scenes here. At this time, the spring flowers are swaying and the young leaves are green. The affectionate spring rain made the flowers blush and intoxicated, and their rude weight bent the waist of the branches. Careful observation will show that the flowers clinging to the trunk, like children snuggling in their mother's arms, are bigger and more delicate than the flowers on the branches. I didn't expect the plant world to follow the law of getting the moon first. The surrounding high-rise buildings also took the opportunity to wash away the dirt in winter and dress neatly to welcome the arrival of spring.
One day after the rain, the sun was shining. Only after four or five days, the peach blossoms on the hillside have withered, and the branches are still covered with lush leaves. It's interesting that Ye Er protects the baby left by the fallen flowers. Looking at the petals on the ground, I thought absurdly in my mind, if Lin Daiyu can appreciate the taste of fresh peaches, why should she bury her flowers and sing poems and shed tears? I don't know that flowers bloom for the sake of results, and I don't care about affectionate happiness and sadness. Near the cliff, the lazy red willow doesn't care about the feeling of spring breeze at all, and is still sleepy. I was so anxious that some sparrows chattered on the dead branches. I approached to take pictures, and they were not shy at all, and they were still concentrating on singing.
The first batch of late-blooming spring flowers in Dixi, a shelter ditch, opened their minds and competed for beauty. Swarms of bees swept through the flowers. Their petite bodies dragged their hind legs covered with Huang Chengcheng pollen, but refused to leave. Flowers also embrace the bees that jump into their arms and let the bees enjoy themselves in the stamens. Inadvertently helped the flowers complete the important journey of pollination, and both of them won win-win applause. Bees are obviously much smarter than wild bees, and they can even film the moment when they flap their wings to collect honey. In spring, bees and flowers fall in love and write down vivid pictures and poems. The true feelings really touched the eternal lovers. Diligence is the innate quality of bees, and human beings can only acquire this valuable quality through training and education. There are many good poems and sentences worthy of praise at all times and in all countries. "After the flowers are gathered into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet." "I have flown over thousands of flowers and have never been idle all my life." ...。 I sigh and feel ashamed, because I am not as good as a bee.
In the warm sunshine, the wicker is full of flowers and the grass is green. From the banks of the Yellow River to the north and south mountains, from sunny slopes to gullies, the second batch of spring flowers such as yellow roses, lilacs and pear trees are in bud. In each park, there are only a few pruned peony and peony flowers. The big yellow leaves spread out and the huge flower buds are tightly wrapped by coats, for fear that the small flowers in pregnancy will be hurt by the cold wind and air conditioning. Presumably, BLACKPINK will be on the stage soon, which will bring joy to people, add luster to the glory of spring, and finally pull down the curtain of spring songs and start the prelude of summer nights.
Spring, what a pleasant season; Spring, what a beautiful picture; Spring is the time that life cannot choose. Although the early spring is short, it bears the burden of life inheritance and has made many touching poems. Spring tides surge, from weather to flowers, everything comes from nature. How to expand the connotation of spring without personal experience of early spring? Friendship is like spring, and fragrance wafts in the four seasons. Life is like spring, and the story of spring will be handed down from generation to generation.
I looked at these moments in early spring, like collected pollen, trying to brew them into nectar with every word. Because I have no hair (I can't) share pictures with my friends, I have to name it "Spring Rhyme Collection" and keep it in the space center of "Years among Flowers" for my friends to taste and send spring wishes.
Early spring morning scenery Three beautiful essays 7 The window is a blur. ...
A longing for spring suddenly became so numb in this misty cloud. I don't know how to describe my mood, but I feel gloomy and stuck in my heart!
This mood may be related to the dull weather. Sitting in the room, I looked at the deep clouds outside the window, and let the hourglass of time drip the footsteps of the clock, tick, tick. ...
When the days are quiet, the hustle and bustle of the Spring Festival is gradually faded by the fireworks of Yuanxiao once again, followed by a longing and yearning for the arrival of spring!
Sad and torrential rain is always impermanent, sweeping away the branches a little. Time is like a net, burying our lives again and again. We can't see the color inside and we can't find the exit. We are just a plaything in this net. We are like a bug in the universe, spinning around in a humble life. Even if we bloom with many colors, it will be a struggle of inaction!
Compared with life, a person is a war. Every time I face the years, I will struggle at this moment. Year after year, when I enter the age of life, I still think, wander and struggle at this moment as before! I don't know how long this spring green can dye my heart green, but that distant expectation seems very close at this moment! Not every wish in a person's life can be realized. If there is an expectation, it is really enough!
Spring has come. Look at the chill in the air and the dark clouds overhead. Suddenly I feel that the pace of this spring seems a little far away!
Perhaps because of this reason, my inner expectation has sunk in the longing for this spring for countless times. Some people say that this is the coldest spring, but I want to say that this is the most difficult spring. No one is not eager for the green of spring, and no one is not intoxicated with the splendor of spring. Can anyone think of the green pain when spring comes? Thought of here, I think I understand, the entanglement in my heart is like ripples on the lake, gradually blooming. ...
Where is the beauty of life? It is when you try to understand others that you gradually forgive yourself!
There was silence outside the window, and even the cars running in the street were like the silence of an old man. I looked at the cars coming and going and remembered that my life was running like a car. The calm heart gradually creeps up, and the numb nerves are no longer so indifferent. This is a rare mood. Sometimes we look for it, but we can't find it. I am happy for this heart!
Spring has come, and an eager heart has followed. ...
Last night, I inadvertently walked into my high school with my dream. Familiar faces, colorful memories, like flowers blooming behind the mountains in my hometown in spring, red, yellow, white and tender. We started running on the playground at sunrise and sunset in the morning, chasing our dreams under the blue sky, waiting in a serpentine queue in front of the canteen, talking and laughing with the girl in the short skirt!
For many years, despite the great pressure of exams, the youthful vitality released has left a long memory in the depths of our lives. Miss this distant memory, the mood suddenly became a little sad and confused. I really want to keep this beautiful life!
And at the moment when I was addicted to it, I was suddenly awakened by my early son. It's dawn outside the window, and sparrows are chirping on the hard branches!
At this moment, I don't know what this dream has to do with this article, but it is yearning and infatuation with spring. I think it is also a kind of emotional memory.
After all, it is spring, even if the chill is thick, it can't stop our longing and expectation for spring!
Warm sunshine, seeds, grass, flowers and love, just like the expectation in this spring, will bloom in the spring in an instant! I believe in the power of this season!
-time flies, the breeze makes the water worry, the dusty road is weathered, the lights stay elsewhere, and the guests wake up. No loop, no water!
This is the signature of a friend on QQ. In the face of the departure of time, I just want to use this passage to bathe my mood, because sometimes, words are like sunshine, giving people warmth!
The green of spring is still buried in our hearts, but the giving of spring is more and more intense and urgent in the depths of this season!
In spring, I think of the old houses in the country and the greenery in front of the door; I think of the stream that I played in the country when I was a child, and the wet spring tide on both sides of the stream; I think of the light green grass at the foot of the hill behind the house. You squeeze me and I squeeze you, giving off a sultry smell. I remembered the words about spring deeply imprinted in my memory. It is not the ink that dyes green, but my heart. I remember love, as clear as spring, dancing with double braids, waiting for the bath of spring. ...