March Prose in the North

Have you all read some classic essays in our daily study, work or life? In a narrow sense, prose refers to a literary genre that goes hand in hand with poetry, novel and drama. Do you know the essence of writing prose? The following is my March prose in the north, I hope it will help you.

March Prose in the North 1 At this time, the misty rain in the south has sounded, the branches have been painted green, and the face wrapped by the season is exposed to the gentle breeze. The flowers are intoxicated by the wings of butterflies, who play and chase and enjoy the world of mortals. The oath that the red ribbon is tied to the love tree has been inadvertently circulated for thousands of years. How many lovers stopped to look back at the hand holding your hand? Rowing a boat with memories, wandering in the gentle scenery like water, the chirping of birds among cypress branches, enjoying the romantic color of spring in the brow, can not help but feel the wonder of nature.

However, spring in the north is not like this. The warmth of the south is on the way to the north, but only a few people come to inquire, some are lazy, slow, reluctant, and occasionally mixed with a little chill. Are you talking about your heart, or are you indulging in the fragrance of the south? There are also birds flying from the south, which broke the peace of this season. The earth is gradually revealing its true colors.

Glaciers began to melt and rivers were destined to flow in one direction, from one place to another. This is an unchangeable fact. It comes and goes gently and never stops for anyone. Maybe all good things are fleeting, and only people can think and imagine.

Wandering in March, the shepherd boy's flute is sweet in the wind, and the hounds smell the ground from time to time, as if they had found something. As the season goes on, maybe we ignore the existence of a certain detail. How many lives are spent waiting for different pictures? Time flies, who will remember your appearance? Who will stick to the oath of not changing love?

Clouds are leisurely and quiet; Spring breeze is dry, not wet. But the spring breeze is affectionate and gentle. When she kissed it gently, the grass was slightly exposed, the willow branches were soft, and the branches were slightly piled up.

March in the north is beginning of spring, not when spring is strong. It is like a girl who falls in love with spring, but she also has many worries, shyness and embarrassment. She quietly put her thoughts into the spring stationery. "For my heart, for your heart, I will know each other and remember each other deeply."

March in the north is a dream season. No snow, no snow lotus. Forget what should be forgotten and keep what should be kept. "bloom must fold, don't wait for no flowers to fold." Push open the window, let all the air flow in, let all the sunshine squeeze in, and let all the beauty pour in.

March in the north belongs to women's dance skirts. "If you don't decorate, you should look beautiful in spring."

March in the north belongs to literati and poets. "Chaos gradually lost, asakusa can have no horseshoe. I love the lack of eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of poplar. "

Drink a pot of old wine, write two lines of poetry, and get drunk in March. In fact, March in the north belongs to hard-working people. Plant hope. Harvest a success!

Northern March Prose 2 Snowflakes fluttering, a spring rain, let the impetuous dust of the earth temporarily calm down. Everything is wet. The soil in the garden and the soil in the field.

My heart, which has been imprisoned for a long time in winter, seems to have been moistened by this spring rain and become a little moist. I can comfortably look forward to the first willow leaf and leap on the branch.

I can't bear the hope of spring. I want to see her face in spring.

I know it's still very cold in the early morning in March in the north. I put on my cotton-padded jacket, scarf and gloves and came to vilen. The air is much fresher because of the spring rain. I remember the chaotic air that day. The clouds seem low, and the branches are still as dark as lines. Today is different. I touched the branches by the roadside with my hand. The branches of all kinds of flowers and trees are trying to grow some spores. Each spore is wrapped in hard gray like a branch. From the outside, it is no different from the branches in winter, but as long as you touch them with your hands, you can feel that their hearts are green, and they are telling you that they are trying to welcome the arrival of spring. They are the proudest spring dancers when the spring breeze awakens the earth. I am very excited. They are not dead, but their hearts are alive.

There is still ice on the lake, but it is no longer the hard ice of glistening, but the green of the lake. I know that the water under the ice may start to ripple, just waiting for the spring breeze to rub some lubricating oil on their skin. I can imagine that the fish in the lake are also blinking with their eyes open. Do they expect the spring breeze to wake them up? Maybe not! Because the old fishermen are impatient in the long winter and want to enjoy the fun of fishing in spring early, they lose their freedom. I think, even so, fish will still think about the happiness of swimming in the blue waves of spring water, because this is their happiness.

In the morning after the rain, the sun jumped out of the dark clouds. The earth suddenly lit up. I began to regret just staying indoors the other day, afraid of the cold. My eyes have been covered with thick glass, and there is only a chaotic atmosphere in front of me. I didn't expect the morning with the sun to be so beautiful. I regret that my subjective consciousness neglected the objective beauty. It seems that you have to do everything yourself.

Enthusiasts may be different from me. The noise from the market was still introduced into my eardrum this morning. At the intersection of the community, some young people set the table and were busy there. Looking closely, it is a group of young people who are selling electricity services. The bright red banner reads "Plug-in Production Party Service Team", and I know that they gave it to the residents of the community through send warm. My heart suddenly brightened up a lot. Many residents have encountered difficulties in their daily life since the electricity bill was handled online. As soon as I approached, my enthusiastic hands handed me a pile of strength leaflets, saying that if there was any difficulty, I would call them at the above number. I smiled and agreed, feeling that it was not cold this morning.

In the morning, I came to the land of March in the north, and I gained hope and warmth.

March Prose in the North 3 March in the North, the spring is chilly, and the warmth is still cold.

However, the cold weather can't stop the solar term "fright", which means that the dead winter is completely over on this day, the dusty bugs wake up on this day, and the cold heart warms up on this day. "It rains in spring, and it starts to thunder in the east corner. Everyone is lurking and the trees are comfortable." Although the surprise in the north is not as rich as the spring in Tao Yuanming's works, it may be because of the Lantern Festival that people's hearts are already warm and harmonious.

In the Lantern Festival in the north, the trees don't sprout and the grass is not green, so the red lanterns on the street are particularly eye-catching. Wandering around the Lantern Festival in the North Tower, watching all kinds of lanterns, no matter what tubes, light bulbs or LED light boxes, as long as a red lantern is wrapped, it will immediately become warm.

Near midnight, there was a lively Lantern Festival, and there were not many pedestrians on the roadside. The vendors basically withdrew their stalls. Suddenly, I saw an old man selling candied haws, staring vaguely at every passerby under the dim street lamp. My husband walked over and bought five candied haws in one breath. I asked in surprise, why did you buy so many? My husband didn't say anything, but suddenly I understood that Lantern Festival is a warm day, and he also wanted my poor uncle to pack up and go home early and have a reunion holiday with his family. Suddenly I feel that my husband is holding my hand in his pocket, which is warm. Perhaps this is what people often say, a warm man and a good deed warm my uncle's heart, my heart and the cold Lantern Festival.

It suddenly occurred to me that last year's Lantern Festival and Valentine's Day met, and this year's Lantern Festival miraculously met Lei Feng Day. Beautiful days will always meet with beauty, relax your mind, let the kind sunshine in your heart warm everyone's heart, let the warmth of gratitude bloom in warm and peaceful March, and let kindness and warmth last forever.