Choose a general essay that describes spring? The light at dusk is as powerful as the ebbing sea. It was dyed all over the city in the blink of an eye. The sky-blue curtains are gently lifted by the warm wind of the sunset, with faint smiling eyes, tiny brown hair hanging down the shoulder line on my chest, and my petite and slender figure gently leans against the black carved fence full of blue-purple irises ... Hailan, why can I only stare at your solidified photos now ... Always living alone, and a part of my life is always a passer-by. Quiet afternoon, faint loss, looking at the staggered figure outside the glass window, it is very sad to think of it. I served coffee, but inadvertently caught a trace of residual heat in my eyes. You are wearing a long white dress like the moon, bright black eyes, pursed lips, and a deep and melancholy cello behind your weak shoulders. I just feel that at that moment, the mottled sunshine penetrated my heart. ...
? In the morning, the white gauze curtains fluttered with the wind. Sunlight refracts into the room through the glass window, but the white sheets and white walls reflect the gorgeous sunshine into soft colors. And you are a pure white dress, clean and transparent as a dream. You talk very little. Many times we just stare into each other's bright eyes. After that moment, we were almost inseparable. I asked your name, but you were thoughtful. After a long time, you gently open your lips: "Aquamarine". Sweet and soft voice came in like this.
? You just carry your cello around. You dragged me into the street. Street lamps are on both sides of the road, giving off dim light. There are no pedestrians. There are only two slender shadows on the long road. You stop. There is only a lonely bench in front of us. You look at it and go straight to sit down. When I close my eyes and fasten the cello strings with my fingers, my heart will settle with your movements. At that moment, as if after a long wait, I finally waited for the most beautiful and wonderful music in my life. Either vigorous or quiet, or tactfully like the rhythm of flowing water, or as light as the fluttering of wings, every string buckle and every toggle seems to be tailor-made for you. The gorgeous finale rises and falls, and finally ends with an increasingly light vibrato. You open your eyes and look at me calmly. I don't know what to say. I just mumbled, "What's your name?" Moonlight God
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? It's chilly at night, and the moon seems a little shy tonight, hiding in the clouds and refusing to show up. There are no stars, only wind and quiet air. It seems that there is silence around this moment, leaving only a gentle breath. You say first: "Tomorrow, let's go to see the sea!" " The tone that seems to have nothing actually hurts me.
? Standing on the beach blowing the sea breeze, you suddenly hugged me and said: you are the most precious. Although I didn't understand it at that time, your sudden hug made me feel your body temperature and moved me to hold you and your cello tightly. You look at the distant sea and say, "The seagulls are still going home." Pull up my head and leave without looking back. There is not even room for me to think. You took me to the garden. This is the season when irises are in full bloom. Clusters of irises set off white and pure cheeks. You said softly, "Ye Ye, take a picture of me." Listening, a little stunned, I picked up the camera. ...
? That night, you left, quietly leaving with your cello. Before going to bed, you said, "People have many roles, just to love themselves." You held me in your warm hands, whispered good night, and then turned off the lights and left. The door closed gently and the view was as dark as the deep sea.
? Wake up in the morning. The girl clutched the white sheet stupefied, and tears flowed straight down from the empty eye pupil. The crystal beads fell to the ground. Splash crushing ...
? Past, past. I only remember. Maybe you were mine, or maybe you were just a passer-by of life. Now I only look at time very thinly, because the wound is still healing and it still hurts when I touch it. After drinking this cup of coffee, I left, hiding all my love in my heart to commemorate; Missing warms my heart.
? Look, the iris is in bloom again. ...
Choose a general essay that describes spring? In spring, once is enough; Self-willed, it is good to have had it. I've always wanted to say that the creator is unfair Most plants have only one spring, but some species have many springs. Spring is gone forever, but it comes again, year after year!
? Later, when I grew up and grew taller, I realized that even men didn't have much spring, just a few decades, about a quarter of their lives. These four elements are beautiful and elegant, and women are worth meeting and comforting.
? When you are reckless, just come once in spring.
? My home is in Qinba Mountain area, a plain in a basin, with the largest number of animals and plants, the largest number of literati and the largest number of historical sites in 9.6 million square kilometers. Thousands of years ago, Zhu Gekongming planned here, and Cai Lun of the Eastern Han Dynasty painted thick ink here. They absorbed the essence of this beautiful land, but left no wealth that should be left behind.
? I want to tell a story, an experienced story. Dashan. It's closed. It's still a long way out. There are always some big girls who can't stand loneliness. If they stay at home, they will leave. ? Either follow the young man who goes out, or follow the mountain driver outside, because love walks out of this winding mountain. I don't know why there are so many opportunities for love at first sight in the mountains, but I knock my hand for their bravery.
? Peach blossom is my usual good friend. He has a sister named Meihua. Plum blossoms not only whitewash their cheeks with rouge, but also perm their hair with tongs. And the white foundation that the young man who went out brought back. I often see her dressing up like a fashionable girl in the city. Maybe such a beautiful person shouldn't grow up in this mountain.
? No one in the village knew, but I clearly watched her leave with the driver of the mountain. That day, Peach Blossom called me to her house in a hurry, and Flower Body and Uncle Hua were weeding in the field. I also saw a fashionable man in his twenties, carrying a mountaineering bag. If I had known that he would bring clubs, I would never have accepted his kindness. A bag of Nanshan brand milk powder has made me ashamed so far.
? It is said that when I ran home that day, Uncle Hua was furious and borrowed money from door to door. After searching for about half a month, he finally went home and said to his family, "Just think that she fell off the medicine potato beam and died." From then on, this daughter became the biggest shame and kept her mouth shut.
? I often visit her house. There are always some lovely things in her house. Although I don't need them as a boy, they are also very novel. For example, those big butterfly-shaped hair clips that can whiten the face, exaggerated bat shirts and bell bottoms, and a wooden comb embroidered with a picture of the moon bird. Sometimes you can eat snacks brought in from outside. This shows that my sister is very comfortable outside.
? Perhaps it is these comfortable little things that attract me. One day, Taohua told me that he got the money and address given by his sister and was going to visit Meihua's house. Seeing the misty mountain, I was a little startled. I thought of my grandmother at home and said, "Is it far?" "Not far, it will take a day." "Forget it, let's go out to play in the future," I said.
? I don't have the courage to travel with her, because grandma is alone at home, and I really don't want to give up. I have never been so far away. "Forget it, let's go out to play in the future," I said. Peach blossom is silent, and I don't know what to say. We walked home together. It's so quiet that I can hear who is there. Singing in my heart: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
? It is after the Spring Festival that friends get together again. A month or two has passed since the Lantern Festival, and the spring light is so beautiful. For children in spring, mowing grass is not as complicated as in winter. This became a reason to enjoy the party. A group of us sat chatting on the grass by the sea, but the peach blossoms were not among us.
? I thought that after I refused her, she would go home by herself, but she left the mountain because of her yearning for her sister, her longing for the city and her boredom with life in the mountain village. With him, it was another boy in the village, nothing.
? Time flies, time flies. Don't force the little things in leisure to give up. I always thought they should have something to do with the village, and they did. Three years ago, Aunt Hua died at work and missed her daughter. To protect my respect, I can't say too much. The day when Aunt Hua was buried. Meihua returned to the mountain village with her children, but she didn't see the climbers. Peach blossoms are back, too. Looking around, I can't see anything.
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? In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. I picked a few at random.
? Reading, you don't feel intoxicated.
? "A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular.
? "There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. " This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination.
? "Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. " This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about the scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is naturally appropriate and ingenious, bringing readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring. Here, there is the beauty of spring, the gorgeous color of spring, the rich taste of spring and the harmonious sound of spring. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily.
? "Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the rocky mountain. " This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read.
? "Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold. " This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature.
? "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly.
? Long branches gently brushed the river bank, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection.
? "Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. " This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Goose and ducks don't know that spring has passed. They are chasing happily and carefree, but people are different. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words.