Someone once said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"

Others have said that "the season of the year lies in spring!"

Spring is really beautiful. Students at school can have a spring outing, and office workers can go out for an outing.

The spring flowers are brilliant and the scenery is pleasant; Tree-lined and beautiful. People have a feeling of going out and getting close to nature.

However, at this time, there is such a group of people forgotten by spring in a corner.

If you also have the following situations, you are one of them:

1. Life lacks fun, and people are not happy when they are happy. They often feel depressed and frown because of trivial things, even for no reason.

2. I have lost interest in my past hobbies, even hobbies and daily activities, and I am listless all day.

3. Life becomes lazy, slovenly, happy-go-lucky, not enterprising.

4. Long-term insomnia, especially characterized by early awakening, lasts for weeks or even months.

5. Thinking becomes dull and it is difficult to make a decision when something happens.

6. Always feel inferior, often blame yourself, always regret the past and lose confidence in the future.

7. suspicious. I had a serious illness. Although I have been conducting various inspections, I still can't explain my doubts.

8. Memory loss and frequent forgetfulness.

9. Bad temper, impatience and irritability, and difficulty in concentration.

10. Often confused and nervous.

1 1. Often anorexia, nausea, abdominal distension or diarrhea, or stomachache, but there is no obvious organic change during examination.

12. Some patients lose appetite and lose weight without obvious reasons.

13. I often feel very tired, lack of energy, and I can't do things.

14. Due to lack of interest, it is difficult to get interested in everything around me. I don't want to talk or do anything.

15. I feel headache, low back pain and general pain, but I can't find the organic cause.

16. Social activities are obviously reduced, and they are unwilling to associate with relatives and friends, or even live alone behind closed doors.

17. Lose interest in sex.

18. I often feel empty involuntarily and feel that I am alive without value and meaning.

19. I often think about problems related to death.

Don't think this is a small problem, because it is the most obvious and direct manifestation of depression. Even if they need treatment, they need social care. But many people discriminate against them, just like HIV, but these people are normal people like us before they get sick!

They also want to return to their original state now, but they can't get out. Disease has created a terrible big cover, hiding them all in it, so they are like the Leifeng Pagoda, and they can't escape. Very confused and depressed, like a lost lamb.

Spring has come, and they are still looking for themselves in our poor sympathy. It's like a Beijinger who has lost his car and can't do anything without an idea.

Today's sunny day is a beautiful yearning for it; However, tomorrow's dark clouds are gathering, but they are pushed into a swamp that will never come out. This cycle can only get deeper and deeper.

I got this disease because I have been living in an oppressed and depressed situation for a long time. Maybe I didn't notice it myself. I subconsciously brewed it slowly, and the last altar of bitter wine was freshly baked.

Comrades, health is really the capital of our revolution. If the body is scratched, it is really finished.

Diseases come on horseback, but go away on foot.

Therefore, it is very important to keep a cheerful mood, take part in more sports and keep your mental state in a full state. We should also treat things with tolerance and gratitude.

When the first sunshine breaks through the sky every morning, you should thank God, because-you are still alive.

Therefore, action is not as good as action. Let's take advantage of the spring of 2006 to take action-take care of ourselves.

Feel the spring

I hit my waist with spring countless times, and I have a feeling of flickering. The vicissitudes of time and personnel have embedded spring in my dreams and sorrows.

When I got up in the morning, I saw the winter jasmine blooming all night on the windowsill, shy and gorgeous. Suddenly surprised, beginning of spring today, the heart will be bright and warm.

Standing in front of the window along the street, trying to capture the breath of spring, however, what I saw was still gray, without the artistic conception of "like a strong wind in spring, blowing up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", and my heart sank. Secretly sigh: heart and spirit are separated, and the natural landscape and the human realm are so far away.

When I was a child, I always liked spring. Spring is a flower; Spring is rain; Spring is dew; Spring is a dream. Listen to the first spring thunder; Bathe in the first spring rain; Picking the first spring flower; It is my hope to set foot on the first grass. Emotionally, spring is like a fairy with a broken flower basket, flying from the horizon and carrying flowers all the way to Luge. Some people say that spring is the season for poets, that's right. The poet's description is particularly touching and captures people's hearts: "At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." What a beautiful scenery and spirit! Throughout the ages, in immortal poems, spring is like a lovely model. In the poet's imagination, it exudes the attractive fragrance of youth. "All love can't be caged, and an apricot comes out of the wall." "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." This scene, spring: how like a pure and charming girl, shy and open, making people think and linger. "Jasper makeup into a tree, ten thousand weeping willows taeniasis. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. This ingenious pen makes people feel happy and ecstatic.

Every time I think of it, spring is like a fairyland; Like a negative, it stays in memory.

Growing up, seeing everything in the dark and penetrating the four seasons, rationality gave me a brand-new view of spring.

Born and raised in the Northland, in our understanding, the spring day in the Northland circulates every season, but it is particularly near and far, which is far from the poet's artistic conception and personal expectations, such as seeing flowers in the fog and separating from Yun Guan Day.

On the spring day in the northland, it was frozen in Wan Li, and the moment when the earth was covered with snow came to the world. From that day on, people waited eagerly: the first spring thunder; The first spring rain; The first cluster of green; The first bud. Diners are also brewing the first fish; The first chicken to lay eggs. However, the spring in the north is always late, just like an old man who falters and a premature baby. April in the south is already a sunny day; April in the northland is still like a strict elder, who can't see or touch the breath of spring. The traces of spring, everything withers and trees wither, just like a naked person, stand in people's field of vision in shame.

While waiting, the lake was dark and green. With the thawing of the lake, thick pieces of ice floated on the water, and pear blossoms and peach blossoms bloomed one after another. How you feel: Spring has finally arrived.

However, life is impermanent and the seasons are impermanent. Suddenly, the cold wind rolled all night, pear flowers cried all over the floor, frost covered the floor, and the frozen ice on the lake was intertwined, which was terrible. At this time, someone lamented: the eventful autumn in the northern spring is like my mood.

Standing at the window facing the street, I thought hard: the spring of season is not perfect, but the spring of life should be eternal. Just like the season, just like life, introspection, fantasy and restlessness are the natural enemies of the mentality. Why don't we seek peace and tranquility?

Feel spring, create spring, feel life and shape life.

First, spring goes and spring comes, and flowers 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 spring, 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 would 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 she 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." For a time, the world changed and everything blossomed.

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 face the morning sun, and clusters of flowers bloom 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 and falling with 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 spring 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.