My article on the vernal equinox
My opinion on the prose of the vernal equinox 1 1. Spring of hope
Spring is the beginning of hope,
Spring is the time for everything to revive.
Spring is an intoxicating season.
Spring is coming,
Naturally, green is indispensable.
When you calm down,
When you still can't restrain your love for spring,
It is another artistic conception to splash ink and speak freely.
Second, a sober spring.
The vernal equinox is the spring breeze,
Blow the peach blossoms red and the earth green.
Wake up everything, but can't wake up a deep sleep.
Spring is the graduation season and the job hunting season.
A bitter and tiring journey, an unknown future!
Is it, a kind of success and self-confidence?
Do you feel inferior after repeated failures?
Third, spring is a poem.
In spring,
This is a poem,
Write a gorgeous chapter for everyone.
Among them,
Your dark side,
Be thrown out of the cloud nine;
The bright side of your praise,
The transmitted light sparkles!
Fourth, spring is a song.
In spring,
This is a song,
Where there is wind, there is her singing.
Where there is her singing, there is life.
In a blink of an eye, there are eleven days left in March. Have you noticed that today is the "vernal equinox" among the 24 solar terms? The breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger, and people's mood is getting better and better. Are you still interested in abandoning all your troubles and having a reckless spring outing with your friends?
Once upon a time, the days when the teacher asked us to write a composition about spring in primary school were blurred; The scene where the junior high school Chinese teacher took us for a spring outing is gone; In high school, I never had time to go for a spring outing, but I always walked along the river bank next to the campus every Sunday, intoxicated by the green.
Now, we have no enthusiasm anymore!
My thoughts on essays on the vernal equinox 2 Today is the vernal equinox. The days of spring and March are full of green and fragrance.
Walking in the breeze, I can't help but think of the vernal equinox more than ten years ago. My son and I planted seeds together.
I remember at that time, I worked three shifts in the factory. On the vernal equinox that year, I worked the day shift. After work at four o'clock, I go home by bike. Seriously, after a day's work, I was intoxicated by the breath of spring and relaxed a lot. Poplars and poplars on the roadside have fallen early, and new leaves have not yet grown. The willow tree is a faint new green, and the yellow green is tempting the eyes of passers-by. It is not too much to say that "the willow tree has a bright future". From a distance, the grass on the ground is already green. But when you get closer, it becomes inconspicuous. "The grass looks close, but it has nothing" may be the "true portrayal" of this moment.
I was thinking on the road when my cell phone rang. Busy answering, it turned out to be my son in the first grade of primary school. "Dad, off work? When school was over this afternoon, Mr. Wang gave each of us a seed and told us to go home and plant it. Please come back early. " "Ok, I'll go home."
While speaking, I'm home. Just entering the door, my son quickly greeted me. "Where are the seeds from your teacher?" "Well, look, here it is." The son stretched out his little hand. Oh, a small black seed came into view. I took it and held it carefully. It is as big as a watermelon seed, but ordinary seeds feel like loofah. "Teacher Wang said to check after one month." The son said eagerly, "Dad, find me a flowerpot and plant it quickly." "Very good." I gently put the seed in my son's palm and came to the balcony. My son carefully grabbed the black seed and followed me.
On the balcony, I found an idle flowerpot and went to the green belt outside to get some soil. My son is very excited and skipping. When I tidied up the soil in the flowerpot, I took out the black seed and carefully buried it in the soil. "Dad, when will this seed sprout?" "Oh, it will take a few days." "Do you want to water it?" "Of course." "All right, I'll water it." "Very good." The son said, "I'm busy getting a cup of water."
After washing my hands, I went back to the balcony and saw my son watering seriously. After watering, I looked left and right at the flowerpot. "Dad, aren't you sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn?" "So, have you forgotten the poem you recited? If you plant a millet in spring, you can harvest 10,000 in autumn ... ""Oh, I will take good care of it after that. Watch it sprout, grow leaves, blossom and bear fruit. "
Looking at my son's serious appearance, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, the vernal equinox is the day of sowing. What I helped my son sow that day was not only an ordinary seed, but also a wish and a hope in his heart. I hope this little seed can blossom and bear fruit in my young son's heart. ...
"A year's plan lies in spring", and it is the vernal equinox in a blink of an eye. I also hope that each of us can sow good wishes in our hearts. ...
Reflections on Essay 3 on the Equinox Recently, I like sleeping more and more. Read a diary when you are sleepy. Fall asleep gradually.
Spring is here, and you have a lot of feelings. I don't think your lament is about anyone. It's just that the world has passed and there is still a kind feeling.
Two days of cold wind. My head hurts again. Think of this time last year, when I was sick, my brother told me. Go find a hat and put it on.
I don't miss the lost years. Who doesn't miss the old days?
Now is eternity.
Fortunately, I have a guardian.
Ten years. From nostalgia to reality.
Just like the name you use now, it also reveals a trace of your exquisiteness. Now, I am called: the shopkeeper.
There are roses in full bloom on the table. There are glass products that I like. Think about the goblet in front of you.
My brother taught me to calculate the value of things.
I know a bunch of flowers costs three yuan. But I still like its uselessness.
I know I've forgotten you.
But I still feel the familiar smell between your lines.
Spring has come. I have a headache again. Walking in the wind, listening to the song "Lonely Back" that my brother likes.
Priscilla Chan's free and easy singing can't hide his desolation. I don't know why my brother likes it so much. Also dare not ask. Afraid of touching his sad past.
Everyone's heart is a heavy ocean.
Time is like a dream. Let's slowly forget.
My Thoughts on Essay 4 on the Equinox Our concept of time stems from responsibility. An idle person probably has no concept of time, because he doesn't need to pay attention to time, he just needs to find happiness or sorrow and hatred for no reason. For them, time is just a cloud or rain outside. It passes quickly or comes slowly, but it doesn't matter if it comes and goes in a hurry.
Magnolia blossoms fall, apricot blossoms fly, peach blossoms rain, and drizzle falls silently all night. I wonder if the branches are still calm?
In the middle of the night, listening to the sound of the spring rain sighing on the magnolia, I know that the rain sighing is not because I came too early or too late, but because I regret the petals falling in my own patter?
Falling flowers with tears of rain, dreams of spring and infinite attachment, in the quiet night, looking for their own home, may turn into spring mud, or may go with the wind. I didn't have you in my dream, but I heard the sound of flowers falling?
Half asleep, I saw the continuous spring rain flying in the air. I think the rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color in the distance is very close. Is that right? Du Fu said that the wind sneaked into the night and moistened things silently. I heard the rain clearly. This is the sound of the mother kissing the soft lips on the forehead of the sleeping baby. That's the voice of lovers whispering in the first love. That's the sound of love in the eyes of old wives when they look at each other in their twilight years.
I put on my clothes and sat against the curtain, listening quietly as if nothing had happened. Time flows gently at my fingertips. I want to catch it with a warm heart. I can't catch it. Inadvertently, time has thanked another flower on the branch outside the window. I don't know whether it is a feeling of loneliness or an unbearable emotion in my heart. I'm wide awake. Skylights shed some morning light in the rain through the cracks in the curtains. I opened the curtains. It's already the vernal equinox.
The spring rain surprised the spring and cleared the valley, and a month of spring passed quietly in the grass. There are still half a month, that is, Tomb-Sweeping Day. It should rain during Tomb-Sweeping Day. I don't know why it rains today at the vernal equinox.
All loves, Southern Yan returned to the north. This is a good year, not only peach blossom red, pear blossom white and cauliflower yellow, but also birds singing, swallows dancing and butterflies busy. After the vernal equinox, the rain is as expensive as oil. Is it night rain or Mao Mao rain?
Colorful, colorful; Laughter is swaying, it is a swinging kite; Some are wrinkled by the wind, and butterflies dance from time to time. One year is limited. We should appreciate and cherish spring while cherishing the people in front of us. Don't wait for flowers to fall and spring to return, just wait for spring to go and spring to come for a year?
Unconsciously, I sent the spring songs and dances to the distance in the flowing time. Unconsciously, the fallen petal is full of Hua Zhong. Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Before you know it, the days have lengthened by several inches. A day's plan lies in the morning, and a year's plan lies in the spring. How many cycles of four seasons have we gone through in the blooming season?
Snow enters the vernal equinox, which is rare to see. Half-opened peaches and plums are invincible. I should be ashamed of my knowledge of plum blossoms, but all I can think about is Liu's words. Although Dong Jun is good at preserving things, it will be a new clever machine. Today's creation is particularly unpredictable. No matter how warm it is, you should leave a royal wax coat. I like the majestic style, and I also like his tenderness and delicacy. After the vernal equinox, the snow has gradually subsided and will not break until Qingming. After the vernal equinox, who knows how much plum rain has fallen all over the sky? But don't forget that spring is changeable. "Spring breeze is sometimes good and sometimes evil, so it can't blossom and the flowers are blown down by the wind." Therefore, Su Shi said that today's creation is particularly unpredictable. No matter how warm it is, you should leave a royal wax coat?
Through a rain, through a season?
On a rainy spring day, I spent the vernal equinox.
My opinion on the essay on the vernal equinox 5 "The rain falls lightly at the vernal equinox, and the oblique wind on the willow bank attracts guests back." Of the 24 solar terms, I like the vernal equinox best. A spring equinox season, like a warm declaration, tells the world and people in this world that new hope has begun to be nurtured and a new journey has to be launched and extended.
Ouyang Xiu once had a wonderful description of the vernal equinox: "At half past the vernal equinox in Nanyuan, the wind and the smell of Ma Si are like peas and willows, and butterflies are flying." No matter north or south, the vernal equinox and solar terms are good times for spring. Looking around, in the wilderness, willow green grass grows in Fei Ying; In the field, wheat jointing and rape blossoms are fragrant; The trees on the roadside have been stung for a winter, and their posture is vigorous. The air and sunshine in the morning have a refreshing sweetness, and the gentle morning breeze is like a string, which, like people who get up early to exercise, shows the vividness and harmony under a happy life.
On the day of the vernal equinox, what impressed me the most was the "vertical egg". Vertical egg on vernal equinox refers to the popular "vertical egg" game on the day of vernal equinox every year. I remember when I was a child, every vernal equinox, my grandfather would carefully stand a smooth and symmetrical fresh egg on the table. Seeing the eggs "standing" on the table, I always clap my hands and cheer excitedly and keep shouting "Grandpa is great, Grandpa is great!" Whenever this time, grandpa always smiles and touches my head and says, "You can do it, too." So, I took an egg piously, imitated my grandfather's appearance, and made one gently. Sure enough, after countless failures, the egg finally stood on the table honestly, and my little heart suddenly had a big surprise.
At the spring equinox, farmers in every household are as busy as their wives. The women took out the seeds they had already bought and put them in the sunny yard to dry for a while, so that they could grow breathlessly in the field. The men went to dig and fertilize the fields. Before sowing, the farmers turned the land over and raked it until oil appeared in the ground, until the soil was crisp like steamed bread that had just come out of the cage, and then handfuls of full seeds were thrown out of their hands together with this harmonious spring and simple feelings.
A year's plan starts with spring. In this good time of spring, we should enjoy the gift of nature, bathe in the beautiful spring and paint our own beautiful blueprint.