Write an article about spring.

You must have read many essays written by others in your usual study and work, right? Essay usually refers to a genre of prose, which is recorded at will, lyrical, narrative or commentary, and has a short length. In order to make it easier and more convenient for everyone to write, the following is my composition about spring. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Writing spring essays 1 Early in the morning, the bell rang outside, which seemed to be the beginning of a busy day. Fortunately, there are not many things to worry about at this moment in the morning. At most, water the budding chlorophytum and crab claw orchid. They seem to be thirsty, so they don't even say thank you every day.

These two days, this guy came to the spring world instantly. He painted a little light pink here, gave a little light green there, and scattered some less sprinkled colors all over the floor, dotted with stars.

Yes, I think so. Spring has arrived. Spring revives everything, and a year's plan lies in spring. Different people have different views on the beauty of spring. Zhu Ziqing's spring is a joyous spring. The dream is awake, the flowers are surging, the wind is light and quiet, and the grass is soft and full of vitality. Feng Zikai is different. His spring is unpleasant, monotonous, cold, warm, sunny, rainy, cold, sleepy, sad and resentful. Ai Qing said that spring comes from the tombs in the suburbs; Mu Dan said that in spring, light, shadow, sound and color are naked and painful, waiting for a new combination; Eliot's "Spring" describes vulgar and low-level desires, which are all lonely souls without birth or death. No matter what the background of these springs is, the beauty of spring alone is a normative decision and a value proposition, which changes with the changes of observers. Objectively speaking, every historical period has the standard of spring beauty in general welfare, and then these standards are based on soft welfare through social recognition. Of course, the beauty of spring is also the unity of subjective and objective. Even different songs have different meanings. In the spring of Wang Feng, with the extremely dull and desperate voice, it forms a great contrast with the spring when everything recovers. This face-to-face loneliness feels great desolation in the green of the mountains and plains; Huang Qiwen sang a feeling of comfort and pleasure in a charming, sexy and sweet way: "Spring, flowers bloom, Li Libo, Li Lili."

Spring is coming, everything is sprouting, and spring is reviving. Some people are happy and some people are sad. Some people expect to plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. Some people look forward to spring to reduce all the troubles of eating grass in winter; Some people are looking forward to wearing that new dress; Then some people look forward to seeing others wear that new dress; Everyone's spring is different. The spring of Cowherd Class is harvest, precipitation, joy, kindness, friendliness and tolerance. In spring in Zhang Xiaowu, everything will be fine. My spring is heavy, precipitated and heavy. I was born in spring, and I like spring.

The bell suddenly rang again and continued to be busy with the story of spring.

The spring wind blows in bursts.

Hair tickles my eyes.

In the afternoon, the faint sunshine fell lazily on me.

I wasted my time without a clue.

Many people say they envy my life.

In fact, I have never envied you.

People are always jealous of each other.

But don't be jealous or hate.

Because you will never see her regrets, his hatred and those sorrows.

You envy all the beauty of others, and you may get something more precious.

Remember pawnshop no.8?

Each of us was there quietly.

Only you know best what you bought.

When others say envy, you may just laugh hard.

Smile at life.

Look down on everything.

When you feel good, bad, beautiful and ugly, you will enjoy this comfortable life more.

In the spring morning, I woke up in a relaxed mood and there were birds everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken? Spring is a colorful season, and then the spring is beautiful, the spring breeze caresses the face, the spring blooms, the spring returns to the earth, everything wakes up and a hundred flowers bloom, which is the darling of poets and painters. But in the south, where the seasons are like spring, personality is that you can't feel the coming of spring in the noisy city. Only in the humidity of the south wind will you wake up: oh, spring is coming!

The humid weather in the south is shrouded in mist, misty rain, water vapor, muddy roads and wet corridors. Looking up at the sky, it is hazy, dark and brightly lit. It is difficult to see the sun all day in rainy days, and the clothes on the balcony smell strange, so the windows of the room dare not be opened easily.

Spring in the south is the most depressing season. Humid air makes people feel weak and sleepy. Hot and cold weather is the most sensitive cause of influenza, and the mood is as heavy as a gray sky. It is the most difficult time to rest when it is warm and cold. I always can't sleep well at night, get up in the morning. How can I get a sad word this time?

Although the breeze and drizzle continued, unknown flowers bloomed all over the hillside. At first glance, colorful, competing to release, the scenery is infinitely beautiful. The twittering birds are shuttling among the branches, calling their companions to light up and sing together. The dense kapok trees on the street are covered with clusters of flowers, forming a special landscape. The falling flowers under the tree are in response to the poet Xi Chun's poem: it can dissipate several rains, spring returns in a hurry, and spring is afraid of early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers.

If we don't intend to keep the spring, we should say, "Falling in red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers more" to comfort the loss in our hearts.

Essays on spring 4. Sit quietly in the chair, as close as possible to my body, let the tireless chair bear my weight, close my eyes slightly, let my mind rest and take a quiet nap. Really tired, very tired.

Sitting in this chair, I still feel a little uneasy, but I lean back to give me a short rest and a sleep in the haze. These naive people are very tired and exhausted. I don't know why I haven't slept well for several days in a row. Sleeping less than five hours is not a good quality. So I spend most of my time listening to music and doing animation. I am very busy every day, and there are more and more articles in the space these two days. Maybe this is my masterpiece in all my spare time.

I left the company in a hurry before noon, returned home, had a simple meal and turned on the computer again. No purpose, just a habit. I am used to the days when I have a computer around me, and I am used to this simple lifestyle. I opened the editing window of the log and began to pour out my heart. Let my fingertips tap the keyboard and let the combination of words express my heart.

The sunshine brought warmth through the glass window, and I felt a warm feeling. The cold of spring finally beat the pace of the season. Spring, the real spring comes with warm wind. This long-lost warmth will soon caress this tree, this mountain and this land. Let life be full of spirituality and vitality. The beginning of a year, the beginning of hope year after year.

The feeling of spring is beautiful, comfortable and cozy. Spring brings so much imagination, so much vitality and so much hope to everything. Spring is beautiful and intoxicating.

Once again, I wandered in the corridor of space, leisurely evaluating the exquisite words of netizens. My thoughts fly with words, sometimes flying in the blue sky, sometimes galloping on the vast grassland, walking through the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland, watching the wonders of all things on earth. I was immersed in the long corridor of words, and my heart began to bloom. .......

Spring Composition 5 Spring is the season of revival of all things, full of vitality. I love spring, I like to see the vibrant scenery around me, I like to hear the rushing river and the singing of birds, and I like to smell the fragrance of various plants.

In a blink of an eye, spring has finally come. With the breath of spring, the spring girl quietly came to the world, clothed the earth with green clothes, sprinkled drizzle and gently washed the earth. We went out to play in the suburbs. Flowers and trees everywhere sprouted buds and leaves, beautiful flowers appeared, and small grass appeared on the earth. Swallows fly from the south and chirp in the sky, as if to say that the scenery in spring is really beautiful! The air is fresh. I like the spring here.

Spring Essay 6-All winter is gestating, all winter is silent, all winter is waiting ... Spring has finally arrived. The sunshine is warm, everything recovers and a hundred flowers blossom. The fields are a busy scene.

Early in the morning, people in the village started their day's work with various tools. Pruning, digging, fertilizing, planting trees, watering ... everything is so orderly and peaceful. Riding to the roadside at the head of the village, I saw the industrious figure under the pear tree and couldn't help but stop and ask, "Grandpa, you are planting trees. Let me water you. " Grandpa happily said no, but I parked the car and picked up the bucket by the tree. The joy of watching the Buddha and pear seedlings stand upright in the soil is beyond words. The earth has been renovated again and again by hardworking farmers' uncles, paving the fragrance and fragrance of the soil. This smell makes people never tire of it. Because, this is the breath of spring.

In spring, hope is planted in the soil, and fruitful fruits are harvested in autumn. At the moment, under this pear tree, I seem to see a Buddha with golden leaves and a pear, and I seem to smell the golden autumn of melon and fruit fragrance. There is still the smell of spring, how can we live up to it? Can you miss it?

Spring Essay 7 Spring breeze blows through the heart and fields, sending away the depression and silence in winter. The tender leaves and buds on the branches sway with the wind, like a string of silent wind chimes, hanging quietly on the treetops, quietly waiting for the season after the willow waves to realize the replacement of their new and old lives, and the dew on the grass leaves is crystal clear and shy. Turn from green to green, wake up slowly, and the tender buds reveal a fragrance. The withered, yellow and green on the vilen, piece by piece, layer by layer, bit by bit, just like a beautiful oil painting painted by a painter, brings people new expectations.

When spring comes, people let go of their mood, bid farewell to yellow, and leave behind the melancholy of the past. Green and expectation fly by, freezing people's expectations. The faint fragrance of flowers filled the sky and floated in my heart. Butterflies danced in pairs, strolled among the flowers and tasted the sweetness of nectar.

The coming of spring has also brought people more confidence and expectation. Then, in the season of disorderly dressing, thick winter clothes were replaced, and people's youthful vitality was lightly packed. The graceful and romantic dresses of young girls will come to people's sight again, and the season filled with white smoke will gradually disappear with the increase of temperature. Swallows will migrate again with the change of seasons, looking for the paradise they yearn for.

The wind, rain and breath of spring will make people forget their complicated feelings and walk in the joy of spring.

Spring is the season of sowing, the expectation of harvest, the cultivation of father, the entrustment of mother, the prelude of movement and the conclusion of prose.

People long for spring. When spring comes, people will sow their expectations on this fertile soil. When autumn comes, they will reap more fruits, give their expectations to distant relatives and give happiness to distant friends.

I thought spring was still on the way, but I didn't expect it to come without an appointment.

A word "spring" is already full of vitality, and the hope that is eager to move is surging. Yes, I was silent for a winter, brewing for a winter, and endured the depression after the prosperity after the cold tempering. All forbearance is bound to sweep the mountains and rivers with the breath of the king.

Beginning of spring today.

The time when the sun moves along the longitude of the Yellow River from zero to 15 degrees is called "a solar term". It runs 360 degrees every year, and * * * experiences 24 solar terms twice a month. Beginning of spring is the first solar term in a year. Great cold and slight cold are the last two solar terms in a year, and they are also extremely cold. So, after the extreme cold, hope breeds and breaks through the ground.

Getting ready to go, as well as the unbearable breakthrough, seems to be the most real mood in spring.

The cycle of time changes over and over again in the surging youth and endless vicissitudes. Sometimes, it is too late to sigh and sigh, and it is already a clear dream. If it is too late to be serious, you will get lost in the fleeting time. All the scenery will stand the polishing of time in the end. Therefore, all we can do is to cut a tree shadow, a bright moon and a pot of old wine, and then get drunk secretly after drinking a few times.

When I was young, I always thought I could have a lot. That energetic heart is undoubtedly overbearing. I always thought that my light was enough to cover the world. In fact, what we need is not much after all, a healthy body, a good mood, a beautiful child and someone to accompany us to the old age.

In this way, we are as happy as spring, and we stir up young life with that happiness. When people reach middle age, they don't talk about vicissitudes of life, just talk about the dust; Not to mention leaving the injury, it is already a mixture of sadness and joy, turbulent, like the mild sunshine in autumn, like handfuls of low-headed wheat ears in the field. How can you not thank the budding of spring?

Everything in this world has to be paid, and all the autumn winds in Qiu Guang have to have a high-spirited dream in spring. Since the spring, we have been singing along with dreams as horses. Even if one day is prosperous and the winter is deep, we still remember this road. We have treated each other with sincerity.

Xue Xiaochan said that he was most afraid of spring. It was a shameless appearance, almost blooming crazily, and the flowers were making noises. On the other hand, I am very satisfied with spring. Although the spring breeze is like a good aunt, I often blow the feelings that have been dormant for a long time at sixes and sevens, thinking that it is barren and can be ignited with a little fire. I think, if we are separated, we will really hug. Looking at spring is like witnessing our past. The re-experienced life is full of satisfaction with the past, achievement and future.

Beginning of spring has arrived, and spring has arrived. In spring, we must have a lot of things to do, and we will certainly ignite some enthusiasm for life through the abundance of spring. Spring is suitable for dreaming, you know?

Therefore, when I start in spring, I must also write some words and send them to you in the spring breeze.

Spring Essay 9 Sunlight shines on me through the window, well, it's warm, with the unique tenderness of spring. Gently rolled down the window, a warm wind blew in, and I comfortably enjoyed her gentle touch, and the whole person relaxed.

A very inappropriate voice sounded: "Daughter, is it cool to open the window?" Originally, it was a kind greeting, but it made me very upset. As a result, my impatience easily leaked from my words, "Dad, I'm not cold, please leave it alone." Through the mirror, I saw you reluctantly make signal with the lips, as if to say something more, and finally put up with it. In fact, I didn't expect him to be silent, because you are always nagging me about the past. You are a gentle man, so gentle that I can't adapt. You always miss the past, miss the past. Maybe because of my personality, I'm really not used to the way you love me. I don't like memories. People should live in the present, shouldn't they?

There was a long silence in the car, and you rolled up the window. I feel that the air is full of nervous molecules, as if I could not hold back for a long time and wanted a happy catharsis. I think the anger you have accumulated for a long time is finally about to erupt, but who knows, the reprimand you expected in your heart did not come as scheduled, but you were still full of concern. Is there no limit to your love for me You don't know, you can only make me more ungrateful. Love comes too easily and becomes cheap. I have always taken your love for granted, and your humble gesture has become the capital for me to trample on your love.

I was speechless all the way, but my brain refused to stop working and searched for something about us. I extracted some pictures and words from scattered death souvenirs. I found that before I went to junior high school, I still had deep feelings with you. In my memory, you are very powerful and a great hero. You seem to be omnipotent. You always fly kites with me, and let me ride on your back and race with the spring breeze. When I am sad, your words always dispel my unhappiness like sunshine and make me smile through tears. Because of my rebellion, we are getting farther and farther away, and I finally left you in winter.

It is said that time will change everything, yes, ours has indeed changed. I have become strong, and you are no longer a hero in my eyes. I am like early spring, and you are late summer. My strength is getting stronger and stronger, and you are about to go to the bleak autumn. But when all this changes, your love is still waiting for me. Oh, my heart is shaking. I shouldn't refuse you, should I?

The sun shines on our hearts, maybe our spring is late. But I will speed up my steps to catch your love. I looked up and looked forward. "Dad, wait for me!" "Huh?" Looking at your unknown so expression, I smiled. Speed up my heart, I run to you.

Write an article about spring. 10 steel flowers in front of the furnace are as beautiful as smiling faces.

When I saw a handsome face, I wrote it beside me.

Look at these achievements, in black and white, one after another,

But who knows, the world is more than a day?

At the vernal equinox, literary friends in Xingang are walking in the countryside.

You don't need to write and direct your own BMW.

The scenery is picturesque all the way.

Sightseeing, enjoying the scenery, collecting wind, leisurely as a fairy.

Look: the wind is lazy and the clouds are lazy.

Dozens of miles of mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, dust-free.

Listen: birds sing, animals sing,

Nearly10,000 mu of rural areas are picturesque.

Walking along the country road into the paradise of poetry and prose,

The writing inspiration of Dancing among Flowers.

On this 800-meter-long bridge, thousands of historical sites were photographed as souvenirs.

In Queqiao New Village, writers and friends who have policies on agriculture, countryside and farmers are very happy.

Now the car enters the farmhouse, and the iron cow pulls the plow to plow the field.

The farmhouse is better decorated than the villa, with complete water, electricity and gas.

Getting rich through hard work is a fine tradition that has been carried forward for thousands of years.

New agriculture is like a hundred flowers blooming everywhere.

Beautiful prose read from Magpie Bridge to Fairy Lake,

Rich emotions make spring join hands with white clouds and blue sky.

Kowloon Hunting Ground, Phoenix Bay, Garden Fishing Village,

There are also beaches, bamboo forests, willow curtains, blue waves and Chun Yan.

Like a homing bee, it crawls between rows.

Natural poetry, in the countryside.

Recite the spring of Xinyu!

Spring Essay 1 1 My hometown is a small county in Xiangfan, with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate. It is a good place to live.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and lush trees. Rows of trees are like soldiers standing guard on the mountain. When spring comes, trees grow new branches and green leaves. A breeze blew, and the trees seemed to be waving to us, showing off their youth and beauty. There are all kinds of birds in the tree, and they keep singing, as if talking about this charming beauty. There is green grass under the tree, just like eyebrows in spring. There are clusters of lovely flowers scattered in the grass, dotted with red land, hundred land, yellow land, purple land, blue land and pink land ... They are colorful and beautiful. Flowers compete for beauty, bees are unwilling to be lonely, buzzing under the flowers, and colorful butterflies come to join in the fun from time to time and dance in the flowers.

The fields at the foot of the mountain are gone, and the golden rape flowers are like a yellow carpet, and the rape flowers are more beautiful against the green wheat seedlings.

The river on the edge of the field flows slowly, the river is crystal clear, and the green singer frog is croaking. The reeds on both sides of the river bow their heads in the wind, just like paying tribute to the people on the shore.

My hometown is really beautiful! I love my hometown! People in my hometown are also very warm and kind, just as beautiful as the mountains and water here. I hope to have a chance to visit friends from other places.

Writing an essay about spring 12 unconsciously missed the perfect spring scenery before, but now I have to work hard to find the breath of spring, and then I always hope that it will be faster and release all the long-cherished wines with warm spring breeze; Quietly permeates the hearts of all things, and even the air can smell the unbearable fragrance of happiness, which makes the world that has been sleeping for a long time awake and intoxicated.

The drizzle is dimly covered with fragrant soil. I understand that it has been brewing for a long time, rotating the four seasons regularly, melting the thick snow in winter, sweeping away the bleak leaves in the autumn wind and blowing away the unbearable hot climate in summer, and all this seems to be to meet it.

Spring is like a handsome and elegant teenager, waving a feather fan gracefully and blowing everything in the world beautifully; Like a hard-working and early-rising golden rooster, it crows loudly outside the window, awakening a nation that has been sleeping for a long time; If a gentle, sensible and polite lady waits quietly for the bud to bloom, the colorful world of flowers will bloom.

Looking east, in the lush and fresh suburbs, birds are singing to their hearts 'content; Vibrant and lively urchin, and then tirelessly play; Full of vitality, in bud, hungrily sucking the fragrant soil. Thousands of families are bathed in the spring breeze, and people can't wait to cheer and celebrate spring. I think it may be that their passion has been brewing for a long time. At this moment, they lit without reservation, and even the kitchen smoke rose alone, adding a touch of color to welcome spring.

Spring is sultry, branches and wickers are like dancing women accompanied by spring breeze, which complement each other in song and dance; A boat on the lake, bathed in sparkling spring, is very dazzling, causing ripples in my heart; The hard green grass wears away the stone, shyly showing a sweet and flowery smile, and its tall and straight backbone is its proud stubbornness. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, I want to join in this quiet night and feel the breath of spring. The affectionate spring rain moistens everything quietly with the wind, as if afraid of destroying this beautiful atmosphere.

When it is such a beautiful scene, the spring is full, Xu Lai is full of flowers, and the breeze is Xu Lai, I can't help but think of Tao Yuanming, a pot of turbid wine, clean hands, drinking at my own discretion, plowing a handful of Long Mu, and weeping willows floating like drunkenness; I wish I could drink to Tao Ge, but we are strangers. Many years later, I often wonder, am I the incarnation of Tao Yuanming? Or we can become intimate friends who talk about everything, drink and write poems and have fun in this spring, and then I can proudly say, Tao Ge, I can't ask for anything more about this beautiful world, but isn't this the Peach Blossom Garden you are pursuing? But I quickly denied my point of view. He is brilliant and knowledgeable. Then, I thought that people like us could climb mountains, so I looked for the footprints of Mr. Wu Liu in this spring poem.

In winter, I wander in the lazy air all day, and even my thoughts and actions become dull; Then, in spring, I will go for an outing in the wild to purify my increasingly turbid mind; Cheer up the soul that has disappeared; Not only has the long-lost direction of life been clarified, but even the deteriorating appetite has been replaced by gorging in spring. Slowly, I was intoxicated, forgetting my own sadness and the world …

I wander alone in the feelings of forgetting myself. I naively collect spring scenery everywhere and unreasonably preserve the memory of spring. I wonder if it's like this every year. I'm not afraid of being similar every spring, but I'm afraid my heart will be different every year. I don't know when I can be in such a state of mind, quiet and comfortable, put aside the busy and complicated life trivia and devote myself wholeheartedly to the spring paradise that belongs to me alone.

Or maybe I shouldn't be so sentimental. There are a few people in life who can understand spring scenery, whether by accident or by luck, they should be satisfied. Why bother? I understand that the most perfect spring is in my heart. When I am bored, I will share it quietly.

It will be spring again. I wonder if I can go back to the spring in my heart. Is it destined to stay in my heart forever? I'm lucky to be looking forward to it, looking forward to it and shouting …

Spring Essay 13 On a spring day when the north wind was still raging, I went to see my grandfather buried on the hillside again. Grandpa/kloc-died in February 0/2 years ago and just turned 83 when he died. The wind in spring is very strong and the weather is very cold, which freezes all my tears in my heart. Grandpa's grave is small and full of weeds. This makes it hard for me to believe that this stubborn and gentle old man is willing to lie under this loess. The wind blew away the hay on the grave, but it can no longer disturb my grandfather. He lay quietly under this mound and finally got rid of the fatigue of life. Isn't this also a kind of happiness for him?

When grandpa retired, he only received a pension of more than 50 yuan a month. There are more than ten people in my family, and life is quite difficult. It was not until uncles and aunts got married that the embarrassing situation improved. After my brothers and sisters joined the work, grandpa's retirement pension was also improved. At this time, my father and uncles have lived separately, and the life at home has been continuously improved. We seldom reach out to grandpa who has a pension, even if it is difficult. Because we all know that grandpa, who has suffered all his life, should have a happy old age. He really doesn't want the old man to bear anything for us. Grandpa won't give us money easily unless someone has something important. Grandpa said, you don't have the ability to stand on your own feet. What's the use of giving you a pension? Eating old people's food will harm you!

Grandpa was not with me when my great-grandmother died. At that time, it was not over yet, and grandpa was under some control at work. This became a great regret for grandpa. He often tells us that my parents are here and I don't travel much. Although my work unit is not far from home, I finally can't be filial in front of my mother's bed! Grandpa was in Fushan County when he joined the work. Later, Fushan County was revoked, and Grandpa went to Weishan County until he retired. My grandfather asked to go back to his hometown in the countryside after retirement, because my great-grandfather is still there.

Grandpa cherishes his health very much. For the sake of health, he gave up smoking, which is his lifelong hobby. In his later years, grandpa suffered from asthma again. Every winter and spring, the cold current is frequent, and asthma is made, which is uncomfortable. So he went to the village clinic to get medicine or an intravenous drip. One of my neighbors said that the old man is really strange. Since there are so many pensions a month, why not go to the city to see a doctor? Isn't the medical condition in the city better? Besides, the medical expenses of retired cadres should be reimbursed! We are also puzzled, but we dare not ask, who wants to make an old man in his eighties unhappy! Every spring, grandpa always goes to the city and sits in the office. At that time, he was laughing again, not at all like he was recovering from a serious illness. Then I realized that he didn't want to let the people in the unit know that he was in poor health.

Grandpa told me one thing when he was working in Fushan County. At that time, grandpa was in charge of vehicles, specifically bicycles. The company has two bicycles, one for the secretary and the other for the public. There is a secretary in the county, Zhang, who once borrowed his car from grandpa to do some personal business. Grandpa severely rejected him. Later, the region adjusted the leadership team and asked Grandpa to work in a county. Secretary Zhang privately suppressed grandpa's orders. In fact, he has always held a grudge against grandpa. Grandpa has never used a public car for personal use. Grandpa runs dozens of miles of mountain roads every time he goes home.

The spring before his death, my brother called and said that grandpa had asthma and the situation was very bad. He needs to go to the city to see a doctor by bus. My brother accompanied my grandfather to the county hospital. A few days later, it happened to be a holiday, and I was going to the hospital to accompany my grandfather to see my brother. While waiting for the bus on the roadside, I met a friend who was going to work for the company in the county and gave me a lift. Thinking of what grandpa said, I refused my friend and finally insisted on waiting for the bus. This made grandpa very happy before his death. How can his grandson touch the light of the government for no reason! In urban and rural areas, grandpa always walks with his feet, which has always been his pride.

After grandpa died, his company sent a car. Grandpa went home in the company car.

Standing in front of my grandfather's grave, I remembered the words in Tao Yuanming's elegy: relatives or sadness have been sung by others. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain. Grandpa was so optimistic and persistent when he was alive. Did he ever think that he would become a pile of loess and become a part of this hill? I think that everyone who lives has to experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, birth and death, but the difference is the color of life. Life is too short, and the living should not cherish time more, and should not be more progressive?

Essay on Spring 14 Spring is synonymous with hope in people's eyes. This beautiful season left the deepest impression on me, that is, the green that can't be turned away. ...

Every time I sit on the court, there will be a large area of artificial green. With a hint of cuteness. But what if you take off this lovely coat? Stiff and unnatural. Can it be compared with the boundless grass on the plain in Come and Go? But people seem to have a soft spot for it and pay more attention to it. They abandoned one beautiful spring after another, and they failed one fresh life after another!

Look at the real green-elegant, flat and beautiful rhythm!

In the whole queue, there are fat people and thin people; There are tall ones and short ones; Some are curled up shyly, others are stretched carelessly ... uneven. But each one stands upright, "regardless of the east, west, north and south winds"; They are also well-defined and very individual. I have seen no two grasses are exactly the same. That kind of green, soft and fuzzy, accompanied by the chirping sound of birds and the sound of trembling at the sight of the wind, coupled with the faint, My Sweetie and refreshing fragrance around you ... that wonderful enjoyment really makes people really like it!