Composition describing the vernal equinox (7 articles)
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# Composition describing the vernal equinox 1#
Gently, I stepped into this deja vu world. Passers-by with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, I couldn't sing the song Long song overlooking the balcony. Darkness and justice can't finish the story of fighting each other. "Green water is carefree because of the wind, and green hills are not necessarily white." History, you seem to wave a little mercilessly, just like this vernal equinox season, reflecting an era, a poet, a period of not old years.
Scenery, eternal mark.
I often sing among the green mountains and green waters, visit those thrilling pen and ink, and listen to a melancholy culture. North and south, mountains and rivers never overlap. The vastness with water is not the grandeur of mountains, but the vastness with mountains is the surge without water. It has always been a combination of rigidity and softness, such as the Five Mountains. There are no rivers around, only green ponds, clear water and soft waves, which may reflect the vastness of the mountains. For example, the Yangtze River, which flows eastward, is unstoppable. It has been surrounded by low mountains, which may highlight the vastness of the water. Since ancient times, mountains, rivers and water have so coincidentally complemented each other. This is a masterpiece of history, endowing one side with deep, generous and clear boundaries, guarding the harmony and justice of nature, and conjuring up the most beautiful landscape imprint.
Human feelings, broken perfection
Look up at the night sky overhead and feel the depth of history. Those literati who are still feeling, like the stars in the sky, are telling each other about the past of life. Who are they? Dragged by the emperor's sealed documents, Liu Zongyuan, a scholar who can make the world cry, drank the last drop of loneliness, and history is just. It is this nonstop trek that precipitated a cultural force and an immortal classic for future generations to read and remember, and we are still amazed at his meticulous articles. Who is it again? Alone in the west wing, I feel dejected in the spring flowers and autumn moon. Li Yu, the king of a country, sent away the prosperous dynasty. History is just, and culture and politics never conflict. Then, we saw the graceful and restrained and endless worries between paper and inkstone. ...
At the vernal equinox, standing on the bank of history, your heart will be extremely calm. You firmly believe that there is no absolute thing in this world, there is no absolute good, evil, beauty and ugliness, only a softness, a balance, a most objective appreciation and a most comfortable detachment.
The running water of the years, you inadvertently picked it up and returned it to you. It will be a fine wave of history in the spring equinox season, infiltrating into your arms.
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 2#
Unconsciously, as soon as I stepped into the threshold of spring, I felt the breath of spring more and more with these two rains.
Spring is like this. It does not germinate at the moment of flower germination, nor does it germinate in misty rain. It condenses in autumn in Han Xiao and blooms in the revival of everything. Even in this month at school, I have this feeling deeply.
I was full of expectation when I saw the magnolia in bud at school the other day. Now you can overlook the beauty of this flower from upstairs. The Haitang in the school is not to be outdone, and it is flourishing. Even a rape flower was drilled in the corner of the canteen, which gave people unexpected surprises.
The shallow greenery adds a strong flavor of life, while the faint floral fragrance decorates a strong poetry, as if the arrival of spring suddenly brought a happy mood to depressed people. However, this is only when I am in a good mood.
Sometimes, I see the buds tremble in the cold spring, and the scattered leaves dance gently with the wind. My heart is still chilly, and I am depressed and think about something. A quiet person, feeling another kind of unspeakable sadness. Sometimes, with the cool breeze, the tears blocked by the stone in my heart slowly flow down from the corner of my eyes. Sometimes, because of an inexplicable smile, I always keep that action and smile all day. But I know that everything will change, just like spring in winter. I also know that everything will pass, just like this spring, and it will soon be eclipsed.
Spring is a season and a mood. Whether it is melancholy, deep, warm, cheerful, comfortable and painful, it is as precious as gold in my heart.
Walking in school, I saw dancing willow branches, fragrant breeze and beautiful flowers. I suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, as if I knew what I was longing for, and my mouth rose. ...
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 3#
According to the ancient legend, the day of vernal equinox is the easiest day to lay eggs. According to historical records, the tradition of laying eggs at the vernal equinox originated in China 4000 years ago to celebrate the arrival of spring. The phrase "when the vernal equinox arrives, eggs look good" has been passed down to this day. On this day, many places in China will hold egg laying competitions. According to astronomical experts, the vernal equinox is the balance of time and day and night, and the stability of eggs standing is the best, which is why people all over the world like to lay eggs. It is said that at the vernal equinox of 1985, a professor in the art department of the university was in a room with his students, and 204 eggs were erected at once. Now every spring equinox, tens of millions of people all over the world do the experiment of "laying eggs", which is called "China custom" and has become a "world game".
Astronomical experts explained that actually laying eggs has nothing to do with the vernal equinox. The factor that makes the egg stand up is the gravity of the earth, but the center of gravity of the standing egg must be lower than the curve position of the maximum circumference in the middle of the egg. This means that the hand holding the egg needs to be motionless until the yolk sinks as much as possible. In addition, the egg can stand up because the surface of the shell is not smooth. As long as three suitable surface particles are found, the whole egg can be held up like a chassis. Although it is a good-looking traditional program, it lets the public know the relevant knowledge in practice. How to stand an egg? Astronomers say, choose eggs that have not been refrigerated or cooked (eggs that have been bought for 2 to 3 days), let them face down, find a mirror-level plane, calm down, be careful and concentrate on your fingertips.
Take a look, can the egg really stand up? The answer is yes. Astronomical experts further said that in fact, eggs can be erected on any day of the year. Moreover, a stable egg can last for more than ten days without external interference. Let's follow the footsteps of science and find out.
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 4#
Unconsciously, more than half of the spring of 20 years has passed, and today is the vernal equinox.
With these two rains, I feel the breath of spring more and more.
Spring is like this. It does not germinate at the moment of flower germination, nor does it germinate in misty rain. It just condenses in the withering of Han Xiao and blooms in the revival of everything. Even in this month on campus, I have this feeling deeply.
Looking at the magnolia in bud in the campus a few days ago, my heart is full of expectations. Now you can overlook the beauty of this flower from upstairs. Haitang on campus is not to be outdone, and it is covered with branches. Even a rape flower was drilled in the corner of the canteen, which gave people unexpected surprises.
The shallow greenery adds a strong flavor of life, while the faint floral fragrance decorates a strong poetry, as if the arrival of spring suddenly brought a happy mood to depressed people. However, this is only when I am in a good mood.
Sometimes, watching the buds tremble in the cold of late spring, the scattered leaves are blown to dance by the wind. Just chill in my heart, depressed to think about something. A quiet person, feeling another kind of unspeakable sadness. Sometimes, with the cool breeze, the tears blocked by the stone in my heart slowly flow down from the corner of my eyes. Sometimes, because of an inexplicable smile, I always keep that action and smile all day. But I know that everything will change, just like spring in winter. I also know that everything will pass, just like this spring, and it will soon be eclipsed.
Spring is a season and a mood. Whether it is melancholy or deep, whether it is warm or cheerful, whether it is comfortable or painful, it is as precious as gold in my heart.
Walking on campus, watching dancing willow branches, fragrant breeze and beautiful flowers, I suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, as if I knew what I was longing for, and my mouth rose. ...
Spring is beautiful, and the spring at the vernal equinox is even more beautiful.
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 5#
I happened to be at home this year, catching up with the annual "Spring Farming Festival" and the "Equinox Day". It was really a busy day. According to the villagers' custom, if a clan relative dies and has not passed the mourning period of three years, it is necessary to carry out grave-sweeping and other sacrificial activities on the vernal equinox. My grandparents died many years ago, when I was very young, so most of my memories about them have long been blurred. Two years ago, Uncle Tang died of illness, so our relatives' sweeping activities were advanced from Tomb-Sweeping Day to the vernal equinox.
"Although the ancestors are far away, there is no sincerity to sacrifice." After breakfast, our family carefully prepared offerings, incense, coins and other sacrificial items and went to the cemetery. Although it is spring, it is not yet the end of spring, so there is only a little grass in the middle of the grave, and most of the graves are covered with yellow weeds, which is desolate everywhere. According to the instructions of adults, we children pressed the hanging paper of glistening flowers between the graves, and the burning stacks of paper money and incense turned into smoke and spread under the flame. The smoke and white paper lined each other, pinning our grief for our ancestors.
The "vernal equinox" is also a good time to plant trees. We planted several pine seedlings and willow seedlings prepared in advance in front of the grave, and also cleared some weeds. Although the waist is sore and sweaty, we are very practical. I hope that next spring, in front of grandparents' graves, willows will be shaded and birdcages will be lush. After the sacrifice, we slowly left and looked at other people on the road, which reminded me of Tao Qian's elegy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is a banana.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
Always send people to each other and go home.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
"the dead are gone, and the living are also." There are too many joys and sorrows on the road of life. Life is too short for us to resist the ruthlessness of time and fate. Then let's cherish every day, cherish every day with our loved ones, walk through the ups and downs of life happily and resolutely, and leave less regrets on the road of life, which is enough!
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 6#
The scenery in spring is beautiful, but the scenery after the vernal equinox is even more beautiful. Do you know why? Because I found that the flowers in spring bloom in turn. After beginning of spring, the yellow wintersweet went from winter to spring. When she arrived at tea, it was the time when the red plum blossoms were in full bloom. As soon as the time comes to the vernal equinox-halfway through spring, the winter jasmine will appear brilliantly, as if she were the announcer of spring, indicating the beautiful scene of a hundred flowers blooming. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peaches, plums and apricots all show their most beautiful smiles, just like a beautiful girl leaning her beautiful face against the window.
Winter jasmine is the messenger of spring, and her yellow color is so beautiful! If the yellow is thicker, it will not be so tender and there will be no sense of transparency; If it were lighter, it wouldn't be so bright. I really don't know how Miss Chun made the winter jasmine so charming, romantic and bright! There is a poem that contains all her meanings: "Spring Festival is not self-sufficient and flowers are overflowing." .
In early spring, weeping willows grew a little buds, but by the vernal equinox, they actually grew small leaves. That little leaf is so green that even the green grass can't compare with her "sentimental green". Soft willow branches gently brushed across the river, making ripples. Even the fish can't help but surface, chasing the lovely little halo.
I like spring, like the way she blooms, like the process of flowers opening in turn, from bud to bud, from bud to bloom. Every time I see this scene, I will admire the magic of life and the ingenuity of nature.
# Composition describing the vernal equinox 7#
"Tick-tock" a spring rain hit the vast land without warning. Woke up the spring girl who had been sleeping all winter.
She walked slowly under the guidance of memories, and everywhere she went, flowers were in full bloom. Apricots are charming and sheltered from the rain, orchids are elegant and fragrant, and tea is elegant. There are countless memories among thousands of flowers.
"Oh, how to fall down again. When can I stand up? This is a naughty thing. " I took pains to whisper. A soft mist rose from the river, and the mountains in the distance were coated with a soft milky white. The color of white fog makes everything particularly hazy and psychedelic. Mom said that the vernal equinox is the best time to lay eggs, so there is a saying that "when the vernal equinox arrives, all eggs look good". Every spring equinox, everyone in the village is doing an "upright egg experiment", which is not included this year. Everyone said, "whoever can stand an egg will have good luck again and again this year." .
But this egg in my hand seems to be against me, and it can't stand up! I'm getting more and more anxious, wondering if this egg is still hibernating. He shouted angrily at it: "idiot, you can't even stand still!" " "Suddenly I had a brainwave: Will the gravity of small eggs be smaller?" All talk and no practice. I immediately ran to the refrigerator and took out the smallest egg. I hold it in my palm with anticipation, hoping it will be my "good luck" this year. The fog in the distant mountains has long since disappeared, leaving only the sunset glow all over the sky. It is like a bright rose in full bloom, and clusters of you and me compete with each other to create a beautiful picture scroll.
Maybe it's because I'm so nervous that some small beads of sweat slowly appeared on my forehead. They slowly gathered together and dripped on the table along my temples. Finally, even the palm of your hand overflowed a little. I carefully put the egg on a horizontal surface and slowly tried to stand it up. Bang, it fell down again. It seems that it fell badly this time. My mother saw me depressed and went up to her and said, "What's the matter, or not?" Never mind, you can always stand up next time. "Mom's words gave me great courage. Once, twice ... It stood up, and I tasted the joy of "good luck".
The afterglow stretched the shadow of the sky for a long time. I looked at the half-darkened sky and felt waves in my heart for a long time.
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