March Spring Rain Prose

March Spring Rain Prose March Spring Rain Prose 1

Spring has come long ago, but the spring rain came belatedly. It was not until mid-March that the willow trees began to sing. It is covered with green buds and is being playfully fiddled with by the breeze. It looks like a graceful girl combing her hair slowly, which is particularly endearing.

The ancients said: "Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." In the morning, I woke up to the sound of pattering rain, Open the window, a cool breeze rushes in, the sky is gray, and the drizzle is like strands. This is the first rain of the New Year, happy rain! Everything in the world is moisturized! In my impression, that spring rain is always there One early spring night, it fell softly as if it was about to bring an unexpected surprise to people, and as if it was afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of the world, so she quietly, like a filament, caressed the thirsty earth and mountains. , moistening every corner.

The summer rain is too violent, the autumn rain is too sad, and the winter rain is too cold. But this spring rain is charming and refreshing, with a lovely smile and a little bit of crystal. It brings sweet nectar to the earth and coolness to the people who are suffering from drought. Look at the green seedlings in the field, with their heads raised high, eager to receive the baptism of the spring rain; look at the grass on the roadside, dancing to welcome the arrival of the spring rain; look at the flowers in the garden, one after another vying to bloom. , like a fairy descending to earth, making passers-by unable to help but want to take a few more glances.

The lingering spring rain slants the mood of spring, weaves the branches with green buds one after another, weaves the spring flowers with colorful colors, and suffuses the spring earth with a layer of soil with its own fragrance. Breathing, she carefully weaves spring into a perfect picture. Everyone who has seen the scroll is intoxicated here, with a leisurely mood, enjoying the rain brushing their cheeks, feeling its warmth and coolness, letting their thoughts of joy or sorrow flow quietly along the rain, and filling their souls. Wash clean. March Spring Rain Prose 2

The weather forecast last night was really effective, and the raindrops kept falling in the early morning. There was actually a trickling stream on the road, although it caused inconvenience to my travels. But spring rain is precious and is good for farmers’ crops. Maybe it’s because I am a child of farmers!

Facing the unique cold air of spring, I walked onto the streets that I am no longer familiar with. The goods of small shops were placed out of the house. People in twos and threes stood in front of the shops. They carefully selected all kinds of bright goods. Flowers, go and pay homage to your loved ones regularly. The rain in March also gives people life and a touch of longing. It was said to be a breeze, but it was not the case. My umbrella was blown forward and backward, so I just held it in my hand and let it rain! It was so comfortable, with a feeling of relaxation, and a feeling of returning to nature. I couldn't help but snicker, but I didn't dare to laugh, lest passers-by think I was mentally disturbed. I walked in the light rain, and the song "Half Life" by Lin Xinru came from the barber shop. Their way of attracting customers attracted me. I was not originally going to do hair. Why! This spring rain makes people daydream, this makes people sad music. Reminds me of him again.

We met him in March, thirteen years ago. In the spring of that year, the rain was still there and the flowers were still there. We only interacted lightly, but he always felt like he didn't dare to get close to me, and I felt shy and difficult to express. He looks reserved on the surface. In fact, they both like each other in their hearts. Later, family members on both sides had different opinions. Our newly sprouted seeds slowly withered without the moisture of sunshine, rain and dew. Later I returned to the town where I now work, and no one touched my heartstrings. But as I grew older and watched my classmates getting married one after another, my mother always said: "The sweetness on the roadside." All the fruits have been picked off by others, so you won’t be able to do it anymore.” I’m tired of hearing this. In the spring of a year later, I started a so-called relationship. Within six months, I got married. During the whole process, I seemed to be a child without thoughts and opinions. As a result, I summarized myself today and interpreted my situation at that time as completely incompetent.

Saying this about me, he also walked into the siege like me in the same year. We are all working hard for our family silently. He is the backbone of his family, and I am the virtuous wife of my family. Our lives are interpreted differently in different places. We met last winter, and he was so excited that he genuinely asked me how I was doing. I no longer have the shyness I once had. I also asked him if his life was satisfactory, but he said nothing. There is an indescribable pain in my heart. Maybe my heart was opened for him thirteen years ago. As time passed, the door was quietly closed. There is no place for him in my world, and I can only miss him secretly in the spring rain of March.

The spring rain was ticking and the swallows were fluttering. He picked up his bags and traveled to a foreign country to work hard for life. I wonder if he feels that there is someone in a small town in a different place silently blessing him and wishing him safety and health! I really hope that the spring rain will bring my greetings to him! March Spring Rain Prose 3

Understanding is painful.

I hate all "gentlemen" who use love to explain friendship. I hate myself, and I also hate... you!

一

Late autumn is such a vast dusk, with dead leaves falling with the wind.

You are wandering alone in the wilderness, so painful and helpless.

——I met you.

My sentimental state of mind has been trampled to death by your footsteps.

I don’t dare to ask you why. I also know that it is useless and even a mistake.

The world is silent. Before leaving, I just said to you: "Go back to the classroom, it's getting dark."

II

Feelings are strange. Maybe my words moved you, and you told me your misfortune without reservation - your "she" was leaving you! Your beloved, you have given all your true love to her, and you have sworn that you will only fall in love once in your life... You said that you really want to fight, drink, and you need to vent... There is another kind heart. I'm sorry - you are a student, you shouldn't say "that", you shouldn't sink so deeply, and you shouldn't torture yourself like this! Oh, I will never sink and fall like this.

An inexplicable sense of responsibility suddenly arises, I will try my best to help you! (Thinking about it now, it’s really too naive, or too arrogant.

三

You can recite poetry, and I can also make nonsense. I thought about it. , I did the same. From then on, I always use my girl’s sensitive nerves to feel every sadness of yours, and my heart will be happy with you. (I said, understanding is painful. True understanding is to dissect each other’s wounds. ). Yes, I have been silent for a long time because of your pain. I have tortured my thoughts countless times and talked about ideals, life and the world. We have never talked about the bunch of grapes in May in the Garden of Eden, neither you nor I need them. Our friendship is as pure as snow...

IV.

In the rainy March, the clear sky suddenly became so dense that it made me breathless. I just felt suffocated. I regretted that I should not have turned back that time, and I also regretted why I had not turned back earlier. ——I discovered that the rumors behind me were like March rain, solidifying into hailstones and falling on us in the cold wave of spring... My blood seemed to be solidified, and my heart seemed to be stiff. I hate this cold wave of spring. I hate the hail in March (the light rain is enough), and I hate the feudal world even more! (Fanwen.com) But I still comfort myself: let others tell me to go my own way. Besides, I am absolutely not wrong! !

However, my already wounded heart finally broke at that moment -

That day, I held my work and presented it to you with joy, uncharacteristically. , coldly, threw a note over, and left bitterly. "Oh my God! I need peace of mind, please stop throwing stones!"

From now on, we are strangers to you. I am no longer in their eyes, and they do not allow me to exist; and my strong self-esteem does not allow me to bow to others!

五

The night is beautiful, at least! There are many stars, but I can't sleep.

- Be silent! Don't keep trying to explain. Yes, your heart is getting darker. I am deeply hurt, but you have to believe in time. Time is a universal medicine. It will heal your wounds and eliminate misunderstandings in the world... My head seems to have been far away from me and is being comforted in a distant place. In fact, I don’t need to think quietly. I just feel pain. Maybe, because there is so much love in the world, and people themselves are easy to accept love (in a sense, love is painful), so people also feel pain. Accepting the pain so happily... I doubt our friendship.

Six

Smiling is sunshine and warmth.

The one who smiles the most. People may be the ones who suffer the most.

Since then, I have become more generous. My originally sensitive nerves have been deliberately numb. Yes, I don’t want to feel other people’s feelings or my own. The pain, and no longer want to taste the love and affection in this world. Love is the root of pain! I need to be free and easy.

I finally lay down in the hotbed of secularity and didn’t want to get up again. In fact, as long as you struggle tenaciously for a few times, you may be able to get up. The desolate heart writes crookedly: The most unfortunate people in the world are those who pretend to be happy; the most selfless love in the world is swallowing the bitter fruit and filtering out the bloody sweet juice to offer to others.

However, I know that I will never be able to bear it!

Seven

The March rain came again. Although I was no longer the one getting wet, there was always a lingering emotion in my heart... Prose of March Spring Rain 4

1. Malan

The spring breeze is warm and the sun is just right. In this Jiangnan scenery of red flowers and green willows, everything is so appropriate and natural, everything is so The joy and comfort.

Every spring, Malantou will come uninvited. It collects the aura of heaven and earth, and absorbs the essence of the sun and moon. It can be seen everywhere on the field ridges, in the courtyard, and by the pond. It is a wonderful gift from nature, and it is also the elf announcing spring in the fields. "Malan doesn't choose the right place. It grows in clusters all over the foothills. The leaves are green and the purple stems are green. The spring rains are abundant in March. The children are competing to pick them, and the baskets are fuller.

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Look, in the wetland moistened by the spring rain, there are clusters of green grass that resemble chrysanthemum leaves. Three or four leaves are stretched out tenderly, densely packed together, and on the bright leaves They are still holding on to the water drops after the rain. They are stacked and pushed together, accompanied by the spring breeze and the spring rain, shaking out patches of green.

I remember that when I was a child, every time at this time, I would. Then I would meet up with three or five friends, carry a basket and a pair of scissors, and search, pick, and dig all over the world. I would be able to gather a basket full of malan heads in one afternoon. Not to mention how happy I am.

I still remember one time when we were picking Malan heads, we saw a thick red chain snake coiled in the grass. It had red and black markings and erect pupils. It scared us and screamed for many days. I don’t dare to dig anymore.

Do you know the three steps of picking Malantou? Cut off the red vegetable stems (be sure not to cut too much), and finally put the fresh and tender Malan heads into the basket. Haha, you can see how easy it is after picking.

Malantou began to appear at the end of February, and it was not until the end of May that I could no longer pick it. I remember that the year before last, I picked and ate it every week. When I was sick and hospitalized, I asked the doctor: "Is it because I am eating Malantou?" If you eat too much, you will be poisoned." The doctor said with a smile: "Haha, I have never heard that eating too much Malantou will cause poisoning."

Malantou has fast growth and wide adaptability. There is no need to control diseases and pests, and it is an environmentally friendly plant. It also has strong vitality and is not afraid of severe cold, trampling, or picking, because it has quite developed underground stems. Many "brothers and sisters" support and maintain each other, and the underground stems continue to grow. The ground provides nutrients, so new seedlings will sprout out of the ground.

"The grass in Lili has grown into clumps, and the children have picked it from the sky. I don't know how it is like oats shaking in the spring breeze. "Lu You understands Malantou best. While he sympathizes with Malantou's weakness, he also understands that the mined Malantou will reappear after a spring rain.

What Malantou brings to people Not only is it vivid and joyful, but it also has the tranquility of spring. Fresh Malantou has a slightly astringent taste and cannot be eaten directly. It is best to blanch it in boiling water to remove the astringency, remove it and squeeze out the water before scalding it.

There are many ways to eat good malan: it can be chopped and mixed with dried tofu. It tastes very good. If you add a little crushed peanuts, sweet and sour and sesame oil, the taste of spring will be in your mouth.

Malan tofu can also be made into tofu soup. The smoothness of tender tofu complements the fragrance of malan tofu. The refreshing fragrance of spring immediately fills the whole body, making people unforgettable.

The fresh and tender malan tofu is nutritious. Rich, fresh and delicious, it is not only an excellent food, but also an excellent medicinal material. It is better to pick a handful of Malantou. It can not only relieve greasiness, but also clear liver fire, nourish liver and blood, and has good blood and blood nourishing properties. It has the effect of improving eyesight. No wonder Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty wrote in "Suiyuan Food List": "Pick the tender ones of Malan heads, mix them with vinegar and bamboo shoots, and eat them after they are greasy, which can wake up the spleen. ”

Looking at this ordinary Malantou, I was thinking that in this spring when flowers are blooming, Malantou may be the most inconspicuous grass, but it is such a small grass. Plants can be used as medicine and can also be made into delicious food. Doesn’t this mean that there are always surprises in life? As long as we are good at observing, searching carefully, and savoring slowly, we may discover surprises and gain.

< p> Really, as long as you slow down and experience it with your heart, you can discover all kinds of beauty in life, you can appreciate all kinds of sweetness in life, and maybe you will gain another childish childhood.

The most pleasant thing in life is probably to enjoy this kind of situation without disturbance

2. Shepherd's purse

Shepherd's purse is a kind of wild vegetable, which is grown every February and March. When the time comes, it will grow rapidly, and the next time it rains, it will grow rapidly, and the stars will be scattered all over the fields and valleys. The more humid it is, the stronger it will be.

However, this year’s spring has come more quickly, and the temperature has increased. There were some abnormalities, like swings, rising and falling, which caused the shepherd's purse to grow a little abnormally. No, the shepherd's purse had just sprouted and it was in a hurry to bloom. So, I couldn't wait to dig the shepherd's purse in the yard. .

Shepherd’s purse is a high-quality wild vegetable. It is rich in nutrients and has a pleasant fragrance. It is not only a vegetable with high fiber, multi-vitamin A and carotene, but also has high medicinal value. It has many functions such as reducing heat and detoxifying, clearing fat and reducing blood pressure. It is very popular among people. Therefore, there is a saying that "on the third day of the third month of the lunar month, shepherd's purse is a panacea." I also like to eat it.

Don’t underestimate these shepherd’s purses, they have a great background: as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was recorded in the Book of Songs; Su Dongpo also liked to taste it, and even made a famous dish for it, called Dongpo Soup; Xin Qiji even wrote a poem about it, which has become an eternal saying - "The peach and plum trees in the city are sad about the wind and rain, but the shepherd's purse flowers in the stream are in spring."

The shepherd's purse in the yard is natural, and I have never deliberately done it. I sowed the seeds and just allowed them to grow and spread. Year after year, day after day, shepherd's purse has been with us here for more than ten years. Except for the year before last, when I was sick and didn't pick it, we picked it every year. I dig every year and never miss a beat.

I remember that last year, my body had not fully recovered and it was inconvenient to bend down. However, I still did not want to lose the perfect opportunity given to me by the season, so I still insisted on digging... After digging two trees, I stood up straight. Straighten your waist, stand up and twist after digging two trees, stretch your muscles and bones, relieve the pain, and then continue digging. To tell you the truth, I not only regarded digging shepherd's purse as a habit, but also as a rehabilitation training. You didn't expect it.

I like eating shepherd’s purse, especially smelling its fragrance. From the moment the shovel scooped it off, the scent lingered and spread.

When the sun goes down, I stop digging. After washing the shepherd’s purse, I either make dumplings, wrap yuanxiao, stir-fry rice cakes, or make a soup with tofu. . The fragrance is overflowing and the aftertaste is endless.

Look, is there hidden the warmth of the fleeting years in this fragrance? It only takes one season to change, and it will gently intersect, go and come again, and only need to wait quietly. , the story of encounter will be charming and happy!

Time flies and the spring rain falls. Today, with the rapid development of society and economy, not only do we have higher requirements for the standard of material life, but our spiritual landscape is also constantly improving. Digging wild vegetables is another style of life that has emerged in this climate. It has become a must-have item for outings. At the same time, eating wild vegetables has also become a luxury on the banquet table! No wonder some people say: "It has become a fashion, a way of health and wellness, and a new interest in life."

Then plunge into the embrace of nature and breathe fresh air Air, enjoy the beauty of the original ecology, join the ranks of digging wild vegetables, take a leisurely stroll, discover and taste the true taste of life! March Spring Rain Prose 5

1

Previous life? This life?

I met you in a spring rain. The bead curtain hangs low, as if countless delicate jade hands are stretching out, writing the secrets in the sky, and there are sacred dance steps coming one after another.

On the streets, people chanted Tang poetry and Song lyrics. The familiar old scenery is full of waves of peach blossoms, and the colorful colors smile in the spring breeze.

Alley, the lane in the heart. How many years have you gone through, how many stars have you shaken down, and how many humble men have stood on the bow of the ship, sighing for eternity!

In March, the rain brings a cool feeling. The flying musicians fly across the wasteland and past the ancient city walls. There is an immortal spirit in the alleys that their eyes touch.

The soft season and the soft alleys have accumulated too many prosperous chapters.

Every time I linger, every time I listen, the sound is like a Yao Qin. Beads falling on a jade plate, endless stories, endless songs from the previous dynasty.

二

The smell of dampness hits your nose.

Inside the courtyard wall, talented people and beautiful women listened to the rain and composed poems, floating out the legends of rain and bells, and the sadness of branches of hairpin-headed phoenixes.

In the ancient house located in the palace, the boudoir is as deep as the sea. Where can I send my sorrow for spring?

The threads are like threads, and the threads are inserted into the strings, and the remaining warmth of the lights of Shangyuan is not exhausted. The flowers are picked up in the morning and in the evening, letting the drizzle whisper, murmuring the spring events that will never fade.

This tile, this brick wall, clearly dances with groups of red rain and green clouds that stir people up. On summer nights, I imagine the moving scene of colorful clouds chasing the moon.

The drizzle is like poetry and song. When you open the thread-bound book, are you still lingering on the past in the ancient alley?

Three

Outside, there are noisy waves;

When inside, the river returns to tranquility.

Step into your palms, your arms, and your eyes, looking for warmth and a harbor.

On the top of the wall, several branches of winter plum trees held their heads high, keeping silent, but they saw the souls coming.

The early sun shines through the west window, bathing and burning incense, and the sound of reading comes from the octagonal tower. Starting from the rice paper where the ink is still wet, it flows through the mountains and rivers, the pines, the wind and the rain, and turns into a free and easy light smoke.

Going out of the window, the owner carefully helped the poppy up. The drizzle full of spirituality, please caress and moisturize this wounded skin.

Embrace, embrace this moment of happiness that comes from a horse.

The raindrops slid down a string of thoughts, an unexpected love affair. In front of flowers and behind butterflies, my skirt is wet with dew. Lying in your arms and listening to your purring, how sweet and fragrant it is!

Magnificence is a false coat,

Heaviness is the true connotation.

IV.

I would like to borrow a corner in this ancient alley to plant flowers and raise birds, play the piano and flute, and write poems on the walls.

Let your hair fall before your eyes again and again, just like the confused whispers flowing with thousands of styles.

I hold you tightly like a bunch of raindrops. Infinite longings well up in my heart, rising all the way to the ethereal realm, that is my true self.

Looking for the lilac-like tranquility, maybe the person holding the oil-paper umbrella has already flown away, and a solitary owl in the sunset returns and hovers in vain, and the tide overflows the bank of thoughts.

The raindrops beat on the west window, hoping that the person in my dream will wave gently. I would like to ask, can that cute little swallow come back and build a new nest this year?

The light rain is touching, inch by inch, and my thoughts are growing inch by inch.

五

The buds are still in bud, and the flowering period can be expected.

Transparent raindrops, clear veins and strong bones. The raindrops weave poetic pictures, and stones, arrowheads, and acacia beans have sprouted and jointed.

Imagination once again holds the lakeside and wanders at the end of the alley. In the rain curtain, I will always remember your ears and temples rubbing together, and I will be amazed at your beauty when you are sentimental.

Once spring comes, I miss you again. There is always endless spring flowing from the tip of my pen. The spring of ten years spans many roads and bridges, and the spring of ten years is full of ancient alleys.

Fill in a few thin words and recite a long tune. Wandering around in the ancient alleys, I can't find my footing back in the past. I only saw lines of poems that were flickering in and out, flowers blooming full of smiles, and making fragrant sounds.

I fell in love with you, the willows weeping on the moat, and it was time for an outing again. There are countless falling reds, only the small bridge and flowing water echo each other.

Indifferent fame, wealth and status are like inverted meteors streaking across the sky. The only remaining eyes in the setting sun radiate brilliant starlight, shining on a lonely acacia tree.