Qingge finally began to dance in the season, and a row of waves washed up on the shore stone on the edge of spring and winter, depicting passionate kisses again and again, and a lot of rendering ignited dripping eyes in the heroic spirit of splashing ink, which made Dong Ge leave shyly among the unrestrained and enthusiastic spring girls and completed the alternation of relay tasks.
After that, the spring breeze blew gently, the drizzle moistened quietly, and the tall poplar trees behind the restaurant grew buds and slowly put on green clothes; The flexible branches of weeping willows by artificial lakes are also covered with new buds as yellow as rice grains. In the spring breeze, they are like strings of floating beads. The paulownia trees on both sides of the main road have sprouted, put on green clothes and greeted pedestrians happily, pouring out a strong spring breath. The pink peach blossoms on the peach tree are next to each other, crowded with the whole branch. They are like a group of urchins, scrambling to let people see their gorgeous appearance; The yellow winter jasmine on the roadside is covered with golden colorful clothes under the sunshine; The lawn in front of the library let us really appreciate the scene of "the grass is close but not close". Birds are not lonely, they are singing in the branches. All this is like a soft tune, like a clear landscape painting. This situation cannot be said to be a feast of sight, smell and hearing!
Spring is a feeling, a feeling of beautiful environment. From the beautiful environment, we can taste some real images of life, feel some harmonious responses from nature, make our hearts comfortable and peaceful, enjoy life and life calmly, and enjoy a quiet and far-reaching realm calmly. Just a mood.
In such a beautiful spring, we should treat our friends with a spring mood. Time flies, three quarters of college life has passed, and I have a new experience in treating friendship. This friendship is more selective than primary school, more interesting than middle school and more sincere than after work. University is the most open-minded period, longing for friendship is like drought seedlings longing for rain, just like hikers longing for dew in the desert; At this time, when we find a like-minded friend, that kind of joy is beyond words. It is calmer than love, but it lasts longer than love. I remember when we first entered school, we desperately wrote letters, called old classmates and friends, poured out our troubles and relieved loneliness, but now we give more time and affection to new friends around us. They have become our umbrellas in the rain and charcoal in the snow.
A beautiful spring environment can wash away the troubles brought by life and let us feel the belonging of our hearts. Today, the blank of the soul seems to have become a reality in ordinary days. The banner of loneliness is full of desire to communicate from time to time, calling for being perceived, being perceived, removing all obstacles, preventing blockage, opening our hearts, and letting the sandbar of life show the opportunity. This is what we dream of.
Now, we know each roommate's temper and shortcomings, and we also feel everyone's cuteness and charm. We have mastered their communication skills. Our dormitory is a small family, and our friendship is extroverted and introverted. Our dormitory is also a small society, which has taught us to grow up imperceptibly.
In a beautiful environment, find a fertile soil, purify the soul, not for things to be happy, not for yourself to be sad, and wait and see. Live up to your mission, smile at the flowers in front of the court, stay or stay at will, and watch the clouds rolling in the sky. Knowing the taste of the world, not suffering from emptiness, thinking of being born without pollution and getting rid of the dust in the background, this is also spring, this is the spring of your own soul!
Spring is really here! I must immerse myself in the tenderness of spring and let her gentle fingers touch our faces. The buds of memory, the lush green grass and the snowy Tianshan Mountains all began to sing in the spring breeze, and the shore of the scenery was cordial and bright in the embrace of the spring breeze, completely revealing the green youth feelings. What a strong freehand brushwork, she quietly blooms in spring.
Then, let's go into spring hand in hand, throw away all regrets and troubles, go deep into the hinterland of spring and enjoy the beauty again.
After all, spring has come, and everything can start again. We can live in tomorrow's day and let our passion and hope be ignited by the season again!
In addition to self-purification, other famous writers have written beautiful spring prose:
Chun di ye Lin
Dishan Xu
Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow.
The shade under the rock and the mountain stream are full of ferns and other ferns. The green is dotted with red, yellow, blue and purple flowers.
The lark in the sky and the oriole in the forest are all tongue-tied. The breeze squeezes their voices and distributes them to all kinds of creatures in the mountains who have no ears. Peach blossom was fascinated by this and could not help shedding a few drops of pink tears. A piece of frozen on the ground, grass flowers drunk with the sound, falling for a while and rising for a while, there is no time to set the needle.
The children in the next class are picking the petals of peach blossoms in the forest. They picked it up, and Qing Er suddenly shouted, "Ga, Tanya is coming!" All the children stopped and looked forward to the end of Taolin. Sure enough, Tan Tan also picked grass flowers there.
He said, "Today, let's try the children's skills. If he can do it, how about we all string petals around him and call him big brother? "
They all agreed.
A Tong walked up to Tan and said, "We are waiting for you."
A Tong put his left hand around her neck and said as he walked, "Today they will give you a dowry and teach you to be my wife. Can you be my wife? "
Gave the child a hard stare, turned around and pushed him away, forbidding him to pinch his neck again. The children laughed their heads off.
The children shouted, "We have seen people push with their hands! A Tong won! "
Never refuse anyone. How did Tong Can know that once she said that, she could do it? Did the ripples of spring evoke her thoughts? Or, is the heart of heaven and earth like this? Look: the drifting thin clouds are still flying from one mountain peak to another. Listen: The songs of larks and orioles are still full of air and forests. In this peach forest surrounded by mountains, everything is fascinated by spring scenery except noisy children.
Spring this year
Long-distance radio navigation system
In spring, I can't say what it has brought you, but I feel that the whole thing is a struggle from desolation to prosperity, a severe test of people's endurance and will to survive in nature, and a very painful process. When it's all over, losing a new life is like waking up from a big dream-it's time to re-recognize the world and your position!
Isn't every season and every life going through such a process? From struggle to birth and then to awakening, we should know the environment with completely unfamiliar eyes, adapt to survival, affirm ourselves, and then once again from prosperity to desolation, from desolation to rebirth?
After all kinds of haste, but also after all kinds of changes in temperature, wearing leather clothes, crowded days; Carrying a big bag, I don't know why I can't wake up alone, so I can only do as the Romans do. On the Spring Festival, all of a sudden, everything is still, probably because the years have changed to the peak. Then go home and light some fires, light some candlelight, post some symbols of life in front of the door or in every corner, declare the determination to struggle and pray for the continuation and prosperity of life. Then, in the thick alcohol drunkenness, all the struggles and vigilance were suddenly lifted. The sound of cars came from the street again, and the number of people once again changed from sparse to prosperous. The big trees outside turned yellow at the end of the year, and together with the peach branches on several trees, they opened new leaves. The calendar will soon cross to March, a new track that has been on for quite some time, and you are sleepwalking in this changing season.
How did you survive?
It seems that I have just found myself at a strange starting point, and I am at a loss to find some memories and traces of my old age from the starting point. It is so necessary to concentrate on getting rid of old dreams, and it is so necessary to move forward!
It was a faint spring morning when I woke up, and it was raining outside. The sound of cars passing by in the rain is so strange and familiar. What kind of mood did you use to listen to the flowing ranks of this river before? What was your pain before, and what was your happiness? Have you ever had a peak of success or a trough of failure? Have you ever been excited about love and sad about hate? Have you ever regretted what you did wrong? Lost because you ignored something? What have you done that you haven't done? What have you promised but failed to deliver?
Before and after the dream, is it a foggy blank?
Perhaps, perhaps, there are still scars in the pain, reminding you that the wrong bad luck is still going on; Maybe, maybe, you remember a small green leaf, waiting to bloom in your inner hibernation. What do you want to make up for? What to accomplish? What are you looking for? ...
You need some answers.
And the days have been in the spring rain and warm spring, cold spring and warm spring, page by page. Like some love letters in the old days, the time and space that those thin pages flew over is gone.
What I want to write is a letter that I should not write or send, but I want to write and send the most. Send it to a green spring and tell him that your heart is full of tender tears for this spring.
Nostalgia in Spring (Zhang Xiaofeng)
Spring must be like this: from the foot of the castle peak, a handful of snow can't hold on, with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face, a song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the webbed ducks in Huang Chengcheng, and to the harmonious spring mud-
So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry for no reason; A cuckoo cry can make you anxious about the azaleas in a whole city. A gust of wind, every willow is singing white, empty, inexplicable, inaudible flying catkins. Every flying catkin is a semicolon of a willow tree. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.
Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are bullied by snow and snow, gently supporting an empty bird's nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured all the mountain villages, and willow trees controlled the Yugou and the folk river heads-spring is like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, beautiful because of the long-awaited blessing.
As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, a child suddenly felt flying when flying a kite, and a pair of gouty legs suddenly felt the blood of water ... When they were surprised to tell each other, they decided to pout their mouths into the shape of whistling.
Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue 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 chattered and counted, checked and checked, and finally dared not publish statistics.
As for all the flowers, they have been counted by butterflies. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. 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, it's still like this, right? Through the black forest between chimneys, I want to visit the spring that lingers in the distant years.
The melody of spring
What is the beauty of water when Iraqis stand? The picturesque Tujia town, with its waterfront and the foothills of Wufeng Mountain, is a scenery I will never walk out of. The name of the town is the name of that river, the car wash river. Surrounded by green hills, it is like a graceful mother holding it gently. The town is an Iraqi, who escaped from the Book of Songs inadvertently under the pursuit of poets for thousands of years. The ribbon in her hand is Youshui River.
From fifteen to eighteen, I lived there for four years.
From the beginning, it was said to be a place where beautiful women came forth in large numbers, and the water there was clear all year round. I don't know if many girls' eyes have become clear waves, or if the clear and bright river has condensed into girls' eyes. I still remember that every ripple of that river is so bright, so clean, so cool, so sweet and so permeable at any time. At that time, girls liked to bathe and swim under the bridge. There are many passers-by and leisurely people enjoying the cool on the bridge, which has long been commonplace for our games, as if facing the surrounding mountains and rivers is a familiar landscape. My friends are as beautiful as water, and their skin is delicate, and they have won the bean curd in a small and famous town. Their faces are as red as ripe peaches, fresh and delicate, and will not fade after washing. At that time, there were no swimsuits. We all wore homemade coats, propped up the breasts of two small green peaches and wore them in the water without scruple. After wearing enough clothes and swimming enough, they went ashore one by one, sat on a large piece of bluestone to wash clothes, and their long black hair hung behind them wet. They were all water snakes and moving mermaids, and their laughter was as transparent as sunshine.
The town is a very simple place, and the folk customs are as simple as the clear sky in autumn. The men's bath is very close to us, and sometimes a few naughty little men who think they are young inadvertently get into our camp from the bottom of the water. At this time, it's like spilling water droplets into a boiling oil pan, screaming and screaming and flying high into the clouds with water droplets. But no matter whether they are called or not, all mermaids will unite as never before, holding hands, scratching their feet, scratching their armpits, scratching their feet, and making sure that the invaders are exhausted, begging for mercy and finally rolling back to their own territory. This kind of game often happens, but it has never caused a real war. Let's have fun once, then break up happily. In our hearts, no matter the body of a man or a woman is a secret, beauty is everyone's and open.
I didn't know that children in small towns are the happiest until I went to many cities. Although parents in cities have repeatedly warned their children not to bathe in the river, mothers in small towns often put their toddlers in the arms of the river. In a small town, I hardly heard anyone tell my children not to bathe in the river. This river is their paradise as well as theirs. Every year from the Dragon Boat Festival to late autumn and October, the children in the town have been soaking in clear water. After living there for so many years, I seldom heard that someone's child drowned. This may be related to the pattern of small depression and the living habits of small town people. The town is built on two rivers, and all the houses near the water have a wall foot built from the river, and there is a big diaojiao building on the wall foot, which extends to the river. There are countless pairs of eyes watching the river all the time in the diaojiao building. If something happens to someone's child, the eyes on the diaojiao building will see best. The most profound rescue activity in my memory was to save Mr. Ai's only daughter, Ai Yun. Somehow, Ai Yun often loves to go into the river alone, and before she knows it, she becomes a nickname for falling into the water, making the children who found her cry for help like a tsunami. As soon as the cry for help rang in the river, the pots and pans in the diaojiao building rang, which I think must be faster than the ancient wolf smoke and message trees in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. In a blink of an eye, a man swam gently and skillfully to Ivan's side and lifted Ivan, who was spinning in the whirlpool of the deep pool. At this time, it is always the time when men fully show their composure and ability, and it is also the time when women's eyes on the diaojiao building are the most colorful. I witnessed this wonderful drama in a diaojiao building. The whole time to save people doesn't add up to two minutes. Although the time is short, it is so thrilling that I can't forget it after many years. I still remember swimming to Ivan's Ugliness first, because both of them are very thin, just like monkey skin, and people used to call them Ugly Ugly. But this time, his movements are very elegant. He paddled gently, and the little barracuda dived into the water and lifted people up in the blink of an eye. Many women who don't even look at him at ordinary times have more appreciation and respect in their eyes this time.
In that special era, the people in the town were really poor, and even the money for buying salt was often in short supply. But it is rich in the river. I don't know where there were so many fish, shrimps and crabs in the river at that time, and I couldn't catch them all year round. As soon as the water rises, we can put some dustpans and other tools at will by the river, which can hold a lot of fish and shrimp. At that time, we didn't know to poison fish with fish medicine. Fishing and catching crabs are our greatest pleasures. It was a real adventure. Once, I put my little hand into a deep hole and caught something soft, which I thought was the tail of a big fish. I dragged it out and saw that it was a colorful water snake! Fortunately, at that time, I saw many people dealing with this scene, and I also had some experience. I quickly threw off my arm and drew some beautiful circles in the air. Perhaps the water snake didn't understand what was going on. It flew from the cool nest to the hot hillside. After these exercises, I also learned the boldness of a peasant child. Later, when I went to college, it was hard to believe that girls who grew up in big cities would scream for a long time when they saw a caterpillar, which was not artificial.
Richer than rivers are the mountains around the town. There are thorn moss, grandma sheep, Mao Qianer, tea bubble and March bubble in spring, dragon boat bubble in summer, and even August melon, carambola jujube and wild pear in autumn. I always suspected that these things only grow on mountains. I have read so many books, some of which I have never read before. For example, a tea bar is like a colorful light bulb. It is red when it is not hot and a little light green when it is cooked. Some white faces have several black mold ideas, which taste tender, crisp and refreshing, sweet and pleasant, and no one has ever written them in the book. There is also March bubble, which looks very similar to strawberries now, but much more delicate than strawberries. It is exquisite, crystal clear and fresh, with small particles but sweet and fragrant taste, which seems to be rarely mentioned in the book. Apart from these wild fruits, it is mushrooms. I didn't know they were called mushrooms until I entered the city. As long as it rains all year round, we can eat mushrooms, which is almost a main course on the table of people in small towns. The best is fir, twice a year. Auricularia auricula is golden yellow and Auricularia auricula is purple, so it is very fragrant. Not only can it be eaten fresh, but it can also be used as a seasoning for cooking noodles. Making auricularia auricula all year round is a rare delicacy. In addition, there are many rare animals in the mountains. Every autumn harvest, people start to go up the mountain to catch the show. Wild boar, white flour and muntjac are particularly delicious. Some people, who can't finish eating game, hang it on the kang and smoke it as a precious gift for relatives and friends far away.
Girls can't go up the mountain to catch the show. We stay in the mountains all year round except in the water. We have a group of little girls who also have a king of children. Her name is Hong 'e, and she goes up the mountain to collect tea bubbles, fungus seeds and firewood. As long as Hong E shouts, the whole town's children will flock to the village. On the mountain, Hong E is good at taking care of everyone. I'm a late bloomer. I came with my mother who changed jobs after I graduated from primary school. But I got the most concern from Brother Hong. Every time I collect firewood, it is always the least, and it is tied loosely, so I can't get it back at all. Hong E called "Bring a vine" and someone sent it to her. "Who has more firewood?" Someone added two more handfuls to my woodpile, and Honge quickly tied the firewood for me. Unfortunately, I just don't live up to expectations. I didn't get out of a bubble of urine when I shouted that I couldn't pick it up. Every time, Hong E ran forward quickly, put away her firewood and came back to pick me up. Later, I was admitted to the university, and Honge was admitted to a prestigious school in the provincial capital. After that, we left the town. It's just that we still walk the same way on the road. I know she is still excellent in college. When I first met her, many Changsha ladies looked at her dumbfounded: Is there really such a beautiful woman in Xiangxi? After graduation, we lived far apart and met the day before yesterday, only to know that she had set up her own company in the provincial and state capitals. After chatting all night, we returned to the picturesque town at the foot of Wufeng Mountain by the shore of the unitary water.
Iraqi town, how are you?