A prose poem describing early spring

The spring breeze is proud and the fragrance is fragrant. The garden is full of spring colors and the earth is awakening. The spring grass is silky and the spring scenery is bright. Let’s take a look at prose poems describing early spring. Welcome to read and learn from them. 1. The footsteps of spring are near

The footsteps of spring are near, the sky is clear, the branches are budding, and they are full of vitality; the footsteps of spring are near, we are close to nature, the sun is bright, we are happy and relaxed; the footsteps of spring are near , let your mood go, enjoy the warm sunshine, and enjoy the emotion.

Winter is the end of the year. The cold wind is howling and the snow is falling. Animals hibernate, in the wind and snow, in difficult times. Despite the ups and downs, we have finally made it through, and spring is approaching. In the passing cold winter, people struggled, created, and made progress. There are successes and there are failures. There is burning passion, and there are also wasted years.

The footsteps of spring are approaching, everything is fleeting, everything will pass, and the past has become a beautiful memory.

Put down your burdens, put aside your worries, stretch your body and mind, face the future, and welcome spring. Spring is the time of year. Spring is the starting point of the year, spring is beckoning. We imagine the future and look forward to a new journey. Students are completing their studies, workers are striving for their careers, and farmers are sowing the land.

Beautiful poems are waiting for us to appreciate, and beautiful scenery is waiting for us to describe. Beside the sun-drenched river bank and the stone paths dotted with green moss...they are full of life. The front is waving to us, waiting for us who are diligent and smart to work hard, water with heart, and paint with heart.

In spring, people’s hearts are ignited with hope and their beliefs strengthened. Spring is approaching. Spring is just ahead... 2. The spring rain is fragrant, the flowers are drunk, the guqin is playing, and the butterflies are flying.

In the early morning, outside the window, there is light rain. The water circles on the ground are deep and shallow, and the grass beside the road is full of energy and green. A gust of spring breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers wafts into my nostrils. The fragrance lingers. The spring rain hits the curtains, weaving the largest water curtain between heaven and earth. The spring rain gently beats on the eaves, and passes densely through the flowers. The first ray of spring rain drifted into the room.

Spring flowers are very ordinary, and the air is still filled with the sweetness of the stamens. The flowers are like snowflakes, thousands of flowers are moving. It seems like countless butterflies are dancing gracefully. Shyly, the flower slowly unfolded its petals. Affectionate and romantic. It's budding, dotted with stars. The red, yellow, and cohesive flowers, and the fragrance wafting out of the buds, make the little bees linger and buzz. The flowers are drunk because of the spring rain and the fragrance.

Beside the small bridge, under the eaves of the courtyard, and beside the stone bench, the guqin was playing. The air is particularly fresh and the fragrance of flowers is particularly fragrant. The fish were swimming around in the lake, glowing red, swimming here and there. Accompanied by the fresh air and the rhythm of the birds, the sound of the guqin comes to mind. Notes fluttered in the air, and songs danced in the sunshine.

The butterflies playing in the water in the dense shade of the trees flew over when they heard the melodious singing. Flower butterflies, purple butterflies, yellow butterflies, big and small, you fly with me, I dance with you. The petals are like butterfly wings, as thin as saucer wings. Colorful butterflies on the lawn swayed and danced happily in the spring rain. Butterflies are flying in this spring rainy day.

The spring rain is fragrant, the flowers are drunk, the guqin is playing, and the butterflies are flying. 3. Willow leaves vie for green with ducks by the lake. The spring breeze and spring rain are full of spring colors.

The spring girl comes quietly, with her light dancing posture and floating skirt.

The sound of spring rain breaking flower petals. The spring rain sprinkled on the earth, continuous, thin, and soft, like wool and fine silk. Misty, hazy, looming, like smoke and mist, pattering, soft and delicate, the sound of falling petals. The spring breeze blows by, the crisp sound of running water moistens the earth, and everything revives in spring. The lingering spring rain beats on the streets, fields, and eaves. The spring rain ripples and falls in mid-air, like a bead curtain or a rain curtain. Suddenly, it fell on the face, so cool and pleasant. The spring rain is flowing freely, droplets falling on the petals, and colorful pearls twinkling in the wind.

The spring breeze carries the sound of running water. The willow leaves sway in the wind, and the spring breeze comes with fragrance.

Turning around and looking around, I saw a patch of red, yellow, green, and pink. Green waves appeared on the lakeside, ducks sang and fish played. The fish swam by, a patch of red, here and there again. Open your palms, the spring rain dances on your fingertips with the spring breeze, the spring scenery is so beautiful.

The cheerful scene, just like this, with the quacking of ducks, a symphony began. The duck is the drummer, the fish is the bass, the bird is the singer, the frog is the conductor, the willow leaves whistle, the spring breeze plays the cello, the spring rain plays the violin, and the spring symphony begins.

The symphony sounded, the sky smiled, the earth swayed, the spring breeze, spring rain, trees, and rivers all swayed gently, and the spring color was strong.

The willow leaves compete with the green ducks by the lake, and the spring breeze and spring rain are thick with spring colors. 4. The spring breeze brings the sound of running water, the sound of spring raindrops falling on flowers.

The warmth is warm, and the willow branches are competing for the new green. Ducks are croaking on the lake shore, and fish are swimming happily in the lake waves.

The spring breeze is proud and the fragrance is fragrant. The garden is full of spring colors and the earth is awakening. The spring grass is silky and the spring scenery is bright. In spring, the trees are lush and everything is renewed. The spring rain is continuous and the spring water is rippling.

The spring breeze is the most comfortable. When walking on the earth, the spring breeze that suddenly drifts by is mixed with the fragrance of flowers and contains fresh air. Brushing over the face, refreshing and soft. The wind in spring is the most beautiful. A burst of wind blows, and the petals fall from the trees. They are red, yellow, green, and pink. The spring wind is the warmest. It is not as cold as the winter wind, and it does not have the roar of summer. The spring breeze is the most precious. All year round, after experiencing the long summer and the long autumn, we have spent the waiting in winter, looking forward to the spring breeze and the smiles of thousands of trees. Spring is coming, and the water is flowing. It is the singing of the water, and it is the singing of nature. The spring breeze carries the sound of running water, and the soft spring breeze is the warmest.

Spring rain is the most precious. In March, the spring grass is green and the birds are singing. Suddenly a cloud came and the spring rain fell with the wind. The sky is high and the air is crisp, and the spring rain is continuous and fine. Spring rain is not as violent as summer rain, and spring rain is not as annoying as autumn rain. The rain in spring is the warmest, and the rain in spring is the softest. The mood of spring is strong and the spring grass is fragrant. The flying flowers are green and the lake is rippling. Dragonflies are flying and the lake is rippling. The fish are singing happily, and there are patches of red. The spring rain is silent and silent, quietly moisturizing the earth. The earth smiles when it sees the spring rain, and the clouds become quiet when they see the spring rain. The wind gently holds the raindrops, dancing leisurely in the sky. The petals are falling, the spring rain breaks the flowers, and there is a sound of falling flowers.

The spring breeze carries the sound of running water, and the sound of spring raindrops falling on flowers. 5. Ink painting of misty rain, strolling in the rain and appreciating nature

Spring, in the rain.

The sky is hazy, the water drops are crystal clear, and the trees are green and smiling. The mist and rain in the distance are like a faint ink painting covered with a silver veil. The drizzle was hazy, and a thin veil shrouded the river.

Just let the soft raindrops fall with the wind, let the pattering raindrops sprinkle on the face, and the clear water droplets drip on the forehead, which is cool and refreshing. Throw away all the melancholy and troubles, and in the clear spring rain, you will naturally find a deep tranquility, plain, open, and far away. Let the breeze blow on your face, thinking about it for thousands of years, borrowing the elegance and unrestrainedness of the spring rain, and following the spiritual beauty of the spring rain. Calming and soothing.

Walking in the spring rain, it seems that I have merged with the spring rain and become a raindrop. Stretch out your hands and wait for the raindrops to fall on your palms, the tinkling sound flowing and echoing. The crystal-clear notes danced in the hands, and just like that, the poem expressed ambition and filled up into verses strung together by the sun, rhyming with the monologues of flowers, plants, birds and fish, and singing the ancient customs paved with stones.

The spring rain is an elf in the sky, floating down on the boat of the spring breeze, nourishing all things and nourishing the heart. Walking in the rain, my mind is as calm as water. Pure and unadulterated. The spring rain is the most affectionate, continuous and dense, like the endless feelings of a girl, longing for it. The silky spring rain is gentle and slow, dancing softly from the sky and from the clouds, free and beautiful.

Walking in the spring rain, I came to the tree-lined avenue unknowingly, and I felt very happy.

Enjoying the evening scenery, the drizzle is misty, romantic and unrestrained. The river water is crystal clear and slightly undulating. Eyes are full of green, with clusters of yellow winter jasmine blooming in the wind, and the green lawn, which is like a soft carpet when walking on it.

The melodious sound of the piano can be heard in the distance, which blends seamlessly with the ink painting-like scenery in front of you, making people forget to leave. I love walking in the spring rain and enjoying the natural beauty of sight and hearing. Take a walk in the rain and listen to the harmonious and beautiful music of nature. 6. Spring: Bring a book to travel

The spring breeze outside the window and the sunshine are warm.

I often think of winter. Only then did I realize that I fell in love with winter. Thinking of snowflakes, leisurely and falling with the wind. White and beautiful, it makes people feel distressed and pitiful. Looking at the spring rain outside the window, it is continuous and thin, like wool, like needle thread, hazy, soft and soft.

Dating in spring is a promise made a long time ago in winter. Take a book with you when you travel.

The landscape is picturesque. Go look at the water. Gentle and beautiful, smart and eye-catching, nourishing all things, grateful and worshipful, listen to the sound of water and guess the thoughts of water. Go and see the mountains, silent, solemn, upright, not crying, unyielding and not afraid of wind and rain. The charm of the landscape is in front of you, staying for a moment, luxurious, graceful and shocking. The depths of the mountain forest are like light smoke and mist, and the dense clouds and smoke are like cold air and snow. Strange, ingenious, clear and varied. Mountains have the openness, gentleness, waves, and overlap of mountains, while water has the clarity, gentleness, and haste of water. Most of all, the two sides of the bank are dazzling and like a fairyland, with green and lush trees, fields, villas, fishing villages, and riversides. The trees are green and graceful. Mountain peaks are reflected, mountains shadow the river, and the water ripples.

Listen to the sounds of nature. The mountains are talking, the water is singing, and I feel relaxed and happy. It is the melodious singing, the chirping of birds, the joy of animals in the mountains, and the laughter of fish in the water. Light as smoke, hazy and far away. Panoramic sound and color, intoxicated. Like a soft symphony, like a beautiful song echoing. Beat the beat and sing along softly. Forget everything and have fun. In nature, feel comfortable and enjoy yourself, breathe clear air, and be surrounded by warm sunshine.

Looking at the scenery up close, there is a hint of emotion. Facing the warm sunshine, bring a book, walk through the streets and alleys, and walk through the rugged mountain roads, filled with green fragrance. The big green trees seem to be telling something, and the birds on the branches are singing happily. The flowers and plants on the roadside are competing with each other to bloom, with a fragrant fragrance and the singing of small insects. The slow river flows quietly. The wind is blowing in my face, walking in the painting. It is pleasing to the eyes, edifying the mood, purifying the soul, abandoning the secular world and returning to nature.

Spring is here, let’s take a book and travel.