April mood prose

Inscription of April Mood Prose1-The balcony is locked high after the dream, and the curtain is hung low after waking up. Last spring, hate came, and the flowers were gone and the swift flew.

In April, the willow is dark and the flowers are red, the magnolia in front of the building, the Spring Festival couplets by the lake and the peaches and plums on the trees are all making spring and blooming this year.

In a year, I especially like April, not for peaches and plums, not for welcoming the spring, but for the quiet April orchids, which can be seen everywhere, low into fireworks, not talking about nobility, not talking about ice, but talking about wantonness. How many people like it? Where are the people? High walls and deep courtyards lock up spring worries, and banks and rivers rage in spring. Everything goes well in life, and I proudly walked into my life this spring.

Put down many obstacles and sit on the floor, purple in the eyes of the wind. When I was a child, after school, I picked the most orchids. At that time, I was in high spirits and skipping, looking at April orchid in my hand, my eyes were full of joy. Still don't know how to pity flowers and grass. I took the flowers back and put them in my own small glass bottle. It seems that when I sleep at night, my nostrils are full of the smell of flowers. Young, a little flowery, decorated.

I am always sad. Legend has it that from ancient times to now, sentimental people are sad. Whether born in April or not, they have already taken the breath of April orchids, thrived like weeds, and produced low and sad flowers.

I dare not lean against the fence easily. The quiet night outside the window will make my heart feel lonely, and I am afraid that I will miss you. It's so far away to miss you across the sea.

Everyone in the world has their own troubles, and now I finally understand what great love is. Those little loves that look forward to being loved are gone. The sad thing in my heart is that my family is thin and cold, so it's hard to guess.

In this life, the road is still long, still long. ...

Some people say that with my temperament today, I have traveled, read books and loved people.

Hello, April!

I don't know when I began to like April.

April sunshine is full of warmth, and wisps of light gently shed from the clouds, like a mother's hand stroking every inch of the earth's skin. Soul bathed in sunshine, like scattered peach blossoms.

April rain, long and continuous, makes people think a lot. Rain drops on the branches, with a little coolness, singing old songs of memory, and crystal water drops hanging in the corner of my eyes.

The wind in April drifts away, like hair passing over cheeks, light and soft. It seems that the earth was blown green overnight and my heart was blown away.

April in my hometown is the time for everything to revive. Peach and willow green, wheatgrass dyed, bamboo shadow swaying, cuckoo singing.

I was born in April, and I heard from my family that when I was born, the clouds on the horizon drifted slowly and stayed on the roof for a long time, as if to bless me. The wild flowers on the opposite mountain twisted their charming skirts and waist in the April wind. In the field, plows and rakes are ringing with water, playing boiling music with the footsteps of cows and farmers. My mother caught a bad cold after giving birth to me. Although she was ill, she stubbornly tried her best to feed me. Like the warm sunshine in April, licking my every place selflessly.

On a sunny April, I met my first love in life. In April of that year, the air was clear and affectionate, and the soil was fragrant. I really never thought that love would come quietly in April. Willow trees by the river plunge into the water, and catkins are flying all over the sky, like April rain, lingering and sad, floating in every footprint we have passed. Now, walking in the April wind, willows are still the same, catkins are still falling gently on the heart valve, swinging the vortex of memory.

It's another spring April, and my daughter arrives as scheduled. The moment she was born, I seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming instantly. Outside the window, the breeze wafted through the golden rape flowers, bringing a pleasant fragrance. On the windowsill, the chlorophytum planted by my wife has just grown green. I know that with the growth and spread of vines, there will be a lot of wind and rain along the way, and the scenery along the way can also be harvested.

With the growth of age, today's April is no longer wandering, because there are lovers and daughters. When I have nothing to do, I prefer to accompany them to the countryside for an outing and experience the tranquility outside the bustling nature. Two days ago, I accompanied my daughter to fly a kite. In my daughter's laughter, my mood flew higher and higher with the kite, but with the return of the kite, my mood returned to my own hands.

Another April slipped through your fingers, like the spring wind, drifting away before enjoying it. Now walking on the bridge of years, thinking about the color of life, I feel that April is a freehand brushwork of life, because April is an unrestrained spring.

April mood prose 3 lingering butterflies, comfortable warblers, April day on earth, attractive beauty everywhere, intoxicating everywhere. It's not enough to hide spring in my heart. I want to wear it on my body. All ten nails are painted green, and floating flowers and birds are printed on the wrist, and three or two strokes make a poem. If you are lazy and have no strength, you will still be drunk in the spring, and you will wake up and want to make up. Beauty, stealing Le Er, spreading joy like a pony where no one has seen it. Dressed in a flower-scented dress, I came back and put the charming wheatgrass in my pocket. Lying on the grass, listening to the hazy babbling of the grass, listening to the whispering of the wind, listening to the hurried footsteps of pedestrians and listening to the vibrant heartbeat of spring.

The sky swept away the haze, pale blue, without white clouds and thin clouds, as clean as washing. I like staring at the sky, boundless and gentle. Like a benevolent godfather, he can tolerate all good, evil, beauty and ugliness, and forgive all crimes and filth; Like a gentle lover, standing not far away, his eyes always follow you, caring, spoiling and smiling; He is like a naive child, laughing with you with bright eyes, and seems to hear his cheerful laughter like a silver bell when playing, so he has nothing to guard against ... the sun is bright and dazzling, neither burning nor hot. Cool breeze, gently dragging wicker, trembling flowers, scattered people, gently gathered shirts ... April is the most beautiful season in the world, with flowers flying, butterflies dancing and beautiful words. My mood has also become cheerful, and I am always moved by the casual changes in this season. It's so natural without any feelings. Obviously, this is just a simple climate phenomenon and physical cycle. Obviously, it has been alternating for thousands of years and has nothing to do with anyone. But it is still inevitably influenced by it. Even compared with it, the wheel of my life is as eternal as a flick of a finger.

A bird glides overhead, casting a clear shadow on the ground and passing by. Unknown water ducks flapped their wings in the shade of shrubs by the lake, as if they had caught small fish and enjoyed their lunch. Rhododendrons are glowing, blazing and gorgeous. The beautiful girl is riding a bike with rosy cheeks and a pink backpack. Under her bare ankle is white canvas shoes. Some of them struggled to climb the small slope, and the smell of her hair was still stuck in the air. Bathed in the bright spring, I seem to have walked into a poem. Quiet time, the most charming and vivid campus, makes me miss and daydream.

I stopped at the lake, and someone took a boat to clean up the algae duckweed in the lake, which seemed to be out of date. I thought he was a fisherman who successfully crossed the river. He swam upstream from Jiangnan water town, sold a boat of his fat mandarin fish and sent two idiots who wanted to swim in Jiangnan. Then I will be one of them! It would be great to lose this heavy skin, indulge in the embrace of the spring breeze, hum a little song with the sound of oars, watch the wonderful scenery all the way, laugh at the fireworks all the way, and get what you want with a pot of old wine!

My classmates and friends like to joke that I live in my own world, and I am glad that they understand me, because I can see that I am carefree and happy, not lonely. Even if I sit there alone all afternoon, they know that I don't want to be disturbed. There must be something playing with me, in my mind. I miss hanging out on campus with my friends. Walking aimlessly in the sun, hiding in the shade for a while, taking a closer look at the name of the tree written on the sign, jumping into the forest path for a while, walking back and forth around the wooden chair of the stone table, reaching for enough sunshine, picking up some leaves, touching the lovely flowers, guessing how deep the lake is, and studying whether the colorful koi fish is delicious ... It's embarrassing to talk endlessly.

Iris should be in full bloom at this time! Melancholy blue, affectionate. If it is the season of parting, it is the saddest to see this kind of flower. Quietly open in a corner, how many worries are quietly hidden, burying their heads and lowering their eyebrows, silently giving up and wanting to say it. When I arrived at the canteen, it was empty after lunch time, and it seemed that there was still noise and fragrant rice in the air. Go to Sanqingyuan to buy a cup of tea or an ice cream. The tea is hot, but the ice cream is still too sweet. Passionate basketball court, the coat is still on the ground, you hold me and squeeze, sweat drops from your cheeks to your chest, you wipe off your skirt, you touch your fist and you fight again. Lovely people, lovely voices, lovely scenery, and hateful spring are gone forever ..... The fleeting time is entangled in the fingers and floating around, and there will be no future.

I have always dreamed of being a loose person, lazy, casual and yearning. Have a drink with the season and make friends with the enemy of time. Good times are never enough. I hope it can be slower. I want to taste you again and again.

Oh! How greedy.

Spring is infinitely good, and there is always dusk. How about reluctance? So what if I can't let go? Every season has a unique aesthetic feeling. Which one is enough to see, the flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, the snow in summer or the snow in winter? Frequent extravagant hopes, you have to keep them and forget the shortcomings?

At that time, I'm afraid it was just the opposite.

April mood prose 4 Emerald floats in April, what a "beautiful" word!

Different shades of blue, different levels of green, want to melt the whole world into a jasper. Wandering in such a world, birds are ethereal and people are ethereal. ...

On the blue water of Shimen Lake, there are enchanting images of red azaleas everywhere. These wild azaleas are particularly gorgeous. Compared with artificially planted flowers and plants, I don't know how charming it is. Is it the nourishment of mountain spring or red soil? Or is it the natural touch of the mountain wind that makes these wild rhododendrons blush so intoxicating? They are dotted in clusters in the green jungle, and before you know it, the world is gorgeous. Nature is beautiful, freedom is beautiful-do you hear the twittering of wild cuckoos in the wind?

I also occasionally see pink and purple azaleas. In the distant childhood memory, it is also swaying. Kind, warm feeling, and then go with the flow. Wild rose is not weak at all, with petals like snow and faint fragrance, ushered in another spring. They are not reserved, they are always scattered among thorns in large sections, depicting their ingenuity at will. Lilac tweed, shyly hiding on a quiet rock. Although shy, there are still small flowers, pink and blue, white and yellow. Looking at these humble little flowers, I feel the elegance of spring everywhere.

My little niece is three years old, exactly two weeks and four months. The little guy is curious about everything. After a while, I asked, "How can water shine?" He said he would throw the grass into the silver lake in the sun to see if it could shine. After a while, he said, "I want to see the azalea in the mirror!" " When you see the white ducks on the water, you should also cheer: "Oh … ducks and ducks are lined up!" " "I suspect that the heron rolled up on the small continent was surprised by this chirping bird; The pheasants poking around in the forest were attracted by the soft children's voice. ...

Mother originally said that she would only swim in the lake and not climb the mountain, but in the end she couldn't stand the temptation of the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, she received a phone call from her friend and excitedly described the mountain light to her friend. Mom's face is much brighter than before. Is it a gift from spring mountain and spring water?

April is like jade, April is like brocade. In April, in my hometown, spring is a compassionate Buddha, a gentle god, and a heartfelt smile in my eyes.

April mood prose 5 spring, go to see flowers, one after another. Apricot blossom, peach blossom, cherry blossom, begonia ...

I am almost too busy. It seems that every weekend is on the way to blossom, for fear that a delay will miss the whole spring. In spring, there is always such greed and all kinds of flowers will be staged. When the spring breeze swings, a wilderness will be opened, and gongs and drums can be heard everywhere.

April. It's April in a blink of an eye. In such a beautiful season, in the spring season, it is natural to go to a date to enjoy flowers.

Fringe. Speaking of this name, many friends have doubts? Fringe? Flowers? Yes, it is as white as snow, Bai Liusu. Just one name can evoke all kinds of fantasies.

I think Zhang Ailing must know this flower. In love city, Miss Liu's surname is Bai and her first name is Ying.

I remember when I read that book, I still didn't understand the age of love. At first, I was always obsessed with a woman's sad story. How can this be a beautiful city? After reading it, I saw that the relationship was about to burst. A war completed a marriage, and they chose to fight to the death together, which interpreted a true love of the whole city. In the book, tassel bowed her head in front of Liu Yuan, and Yuan smiled and said, "Do you know? Your specialty is to bow your head. " I think that tone must be extremely soft. The gentleness of that bow is like a hibiscus out of water. It's too shy, Jiao Jiao's, adoration, and fragrant. When you bow your head, your heart will become tender. In my heart, tassels are like this, with the gentleness of beauty.

As it happens, my friend said that there is a village with a large area of marginal forest, which is hundreds of years old. When the flowers bloom, the whole sky is white. At that moment, I knew I was bewitched. This April, before the flowers fall, I must go and see if April is covered with snow.

On Saturday, even the weather is sunny, which is really a good weather for a trip. It is said that the border forest is in a small mountain village with simple folk customs. A hundred years later, the tassel fell at the foot of the mountain. Year after year, the villagers have long been accustomed to their existence, just like the respected old people in the village. Outside the village, it was already a sea of people, and cars lined up on the road. Some managers say that this village can't drive. If you want to appreciate the tassel style, you need to walk six or seven miles. For the snow in April, it is nothing to take a trip to the rugged mountain road. After that, I stuffed a bunch of things into my travel bag, including kettles, all kinds of food and fruits, which were really weighty.

It's late spring and early summer, and the roads are full of wheat fields and trees, full of green eyes and deep and shallow shadows. There are many unknown flowers blooming in the weeds, white, light yellow and light purple here and there, scattered in the corner of the wheat ridge. I stopped to say hello to them from time to time along the way. In spring, they sway, bend down to smell and snore, which easily refreshes my heart and spleen.

Birds twittered, followed, jumped among the leaves, circled overhead, and hummed with the birds. I couldn't help humming a ditty. It is no exaggeration to say that happiness echoes in the wind and in the air. The sun shines brightly on the hair and on the skirt, as if the whole person is transparent in the sun.

I met a bunch of rape fields by the roadside, just a bunch. Compared with the flower fields in Wuyuan, this is really not a landscape. April day, the flowering period has ended, only a little yellow, swaying in the wind. Love at first sight has aroused the joy in my heart. Gently around, a butterfly is dancing around the flowers, around the front, watching it dance one by one, as if with wings, her body is light, flying, flying, in the fragrance of flowers, in the free space. ...

April mood prose 7 turned a corner, climbed a slope, then bypassed a ridge field, and then smelled a fragrance floating slowly in the wind, gradually becoming stronger. Following the incense, I hurried forward and looked up at the sunshine with a lot of people. My head is full of white eyes. This beautiful tree undoubtedly shocked me. However, this small, thin and long flower is like snow. They are scattered on roadsides and hillsides. The old branches are interconnected. From a distance, it seems endless. They drove all the way to the horizon and the end of Li Anyun ...

Standing quietly under the tree, with a hundred years of vicissitudes on his head, immersed in the fragrance of white weaving. At this moment, I forgot that I was just an ordinary little girl. Here and now, there is only me, only a tree and flowers.

At noon, I found a flat place under the tree, made a table with flowers as a gazebo, took out all the bottles and cans I bought, smelled delicious, and even made the ingredients that tasted like chewing wax delicious. The wind blew gently, and the fallen flowers covered the whole body, even the food was covered with warm white. I can't bear to get up and lift my feet. The small petals are so thin that I am afraid that I will accidentally step on her spirit and soul.

I'm glad I'm here, on April day on this earth. Fortunately, the tassel is still there. After a hundred years of hard work, it is still as prosperous as ever. Throughout the ages, according to the rhythm of the season, they have been coming and going with the attitude of flowers blooming and falling in spring, with several degrees of spring breeze blowing and several degrees of sunset drunkenness.

Sunlight caressed the delicate petals from the cracks, and fluffy flowers swayed in the breeze, much like golden times flying freely in life. Looking back at those lush years, the flower-like age was as white as the tree on this branch, pure and pure as frost and snow. I made a profit, too, squeezing my heart to see the outside world. I am beautiful and arrogant in the branches, arousing thousands of envious eyes.

The ups and downs of the years, the fireworks in the struggle, the joys and sorrows of life, the brilliance gradually dissipated, the mood slowly sank, and the prosperity was no longer idle. I like silence more and more. I don't refute, and I don't refute. Those knots that can't be solved and can't be solved will not be investigated. Encountered a little injustice, a little sadness, looked up at the sky, bowed their heads and took care of the flowers and plants, and passed. Life is only a few decades. What's the big deal except life and death? It's just a grain of dust. What's the problem?

With this idea, heaven and earth will be opened. There are plants growing in prosperity and silence in the world. There is time, the sun and the moon in the heart, and the picture of life. Like this, flowers bloom and fall, and gathering and scattering are all deep edges. Walking in the sea of time, watching it wither and bloom, I am relatively speechless in joy. There is always a beautiful little flower in my heart that blooms into my own appearance, light, self-sufficient and long. ...

April mood prose 8 April, the sky is high and the clouds are light, sad and nostalgic. Tomb-Sweeping Day, I visit my parents' graves as usual. However, this morning, I was awakened by my father's nickname in my dream. In my dream, my father came to see me and said, "Lan, my father brought you two sweets". I said angrily, "You are in poor health. It's true that you came all the way to send me candy. " Father said, "I don't trust others to say that you are ill, so I will come and have a look." . "I just have a cold. Don't listen to others," I explained. After waking up, my heart was full of bitterness and guilt.

Three years ago, my father fell ill with a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. In two days and two nights of rescue, I just want to try my best to save my father from death. We won, however, when my father woke up, I found that he didn't seem to be the father I loved. Delicate, selfish, ambiguous, and sometimes even nonsense to please people. I'm used to being straight. To be honest, I don't like it. I also heard my sister-in-law say a lot about my father's past mistakes. If in the past, no matter what my sister-in-law said, I wouldn't believe it, but at that time I believed what my sister-in-law said was true, and I was very sad that I could have such a father. However, as children, no matter what their parents are, they should support the elderly. I still understand this truth, and it can be regarded as the daughter book that his old man is proud of, and I didn't read it completely for nothing. After my father was discharged from the hospital, he lived in his stepmother's house for two months. First, his stepmother is busy with farm work. Second, his father said that his stepmother put him in the well and he came to my house. It was just the summer vacation, and my husband was at home on holiday, so I took him to my house. He speaks clearly, but he is different from his old father. In this way, he moved between his stepmother, my brother and my family for a year. Every time I go to a family, in his words, it is that family that loves him, while preparing meals and buying medicine for him. He calls me almost every day and asks me to pick him up. I was very angry. I was angry with him many times, and even said terrible things. Later, his stepmother couldn't control him, so we had to let him live in my brother's house. Originally, the relationship was not good before. In the eyes of rural people, it is not convenient for the father to move because his son is clean. No matter night or day, you are not allowed to leave him, especially when he can't take care of himself. How does his daughter-in-law serve him well? How can you be on call? I can't do it as a daughter, nor can my son and grandson. For two years, every time I went to see him, it was bitter. Slowly, I realized that my father was not like this, but his illness made him like this. Before he got sick, he never bothered his children, and he was unknown and tireless in his stepmother's house. The present state must be morbid. I regret it. I hate it. I regret treating my father like that. I hate how I can treat an old man who is full of loneliness and afraid to leave this world like that. As the saying goes: the youngest. Why can't I understand and tolerate him? Even if he made a big mistake, he was still my father, and he raised me with great pains. In his eyes, I am still his proud and proud daughter. Why can't I be nice to him? ..... I can only often go home to see him, wash his clothes and pants full of shit, and my husband will wipe his body, have a haircut, wash his feet and cut his nails, and clean up his messy hut to make up for my mistakes. I understand, not my brother and sister-in-law, but my father often. Didn't my brother, nephew and sister-in-law do it these two years? I have had the idea of leaving my job in my mind several times, but does it make sense? Holding a national salary to raise a father at home? Sister-in-law is a very proud person She doesn't want to leave a bad impression in the village in order to marry her two sons, and she won't agree. I want to help my younger brother financially so that they can have more time to take care of their father, which has become my final choice.

After illness, a very timid father is always afraid that he will die because of wrestling. He doesn't exercise, helps him exercise, washes his feet, and always says it hurts and that we are hurting him. I had to follow him. In two years, my father never used crutches again. Later, he couldn't walk with crutches, and he was covered with blue-red scars. My father was hospitalized six times, and every time he had a detailed physical examination, all his organs were normal except hereditary hypertension. It pains me to see my father's health getting worse every day.

In this way, during the Spring Festival, my father suddenly overeated, hardly defecated, and taking laxatives didn't work. Ask him what's wrong, he just said he wanted to eat. It took only a month to eat less slowly, from overeating to not eating at all. That day, my sister-in-law called my dad and told him that he would not eat. The next morning, I wrapped a jiaozi with a thin crust and plain stuffing. My father said he wanted to eat, so I put one in his mouth. He almost threw up after talking for a long time. I quickly took out jiaozi, or the whole of jiaozi. I said, forget it. But my father said he wanted to eat. I pounded another jiaozi, poured some boiling water and gave him some, but after a long time, the broken vegetables and noodles in my mouth were still there, so I had to take them out again. At the same time, my eyes filled with tears. My father has been drinking and feeding me with a spoon since I stopped eating. He said it was not good and asked my sister-in-law to pour it into his mouth. At noon on March 7, I sat by his bed, poured a mouthful of boiled water with honey every one or two minutes and fed him three or four spoonfuls. He seems very tired when drinking water, and often says: Drink later. That day, he told me that he had a dream in which someone wanted to kill him. He was very scared. He told me again and again not to let me go. I promised him I wouldn't leave. But I didn't wear enough clothes that day, and we had no experience. I just think that my father may have two or three days, and I will see him again soon. I went home quietly. But I didn't expect that parting to be my last parting with my father.

Father is gone, gone forever, and I buried my father and mother together.

When I sent my father to the funeral, I climbed on the coffin lid of the hearse and burst into tears. I will never hear his call again. I hope my crying can wake him up. I hope he can forgive my unfilial behavior. I don't understand why I always have to wait for my parents to leave forever before I really understand them.

When our parents are alive, what we feel under their care is often not warmth, but too strict and unreasonable. We often can't correctly understand our parents' love, nagging, scolding and slapping, nor can we correctly understand their leisure, chatting and entertainment. How can you tolerate your parents' mistakes? We often ask how much our parents don't love us. Now, I understand, but it's too late. What kind of behavior of parents is not suitable for us? What kind of behavior is not common sense? Similarly, my parents gave me their selfless love. My mother was strict with me since I was a child, so I learned to do a lot of housework and farm work very early, and I also learned a lot about being a man. My father always dotes on me, and everyone praises me for being smart and studious. It was his praise that made me study hard in that small mountain village. He often ponders over math problems that I can't work out together. I remember when I was in normal school, my father rode a bicycle for more than 200 kilometers and brought me quilts to be added in winter. Parents' love is too much, even more endless than Haitian.

On April day, I dreamed of my mother many times. The night before in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I dreamed that I went to see my mother. My mother asked me if I had brought her an invoice, saying that I didn't have an invoice for everything I did in business and I couldn't reimburse her. But I forgot to bring it, so I lied to her that I gave you the money and reported it myself. In a word, it's all business. After waking up, my husband and I hurried home, went to the grave for our parents, and sent them care, thoughts and blessings, wishing them happiness in that world.

My April day is not sunny, gloomy, gloomy and humid. Standing in front of the window, looking at the light rain outside, my heart seems to have been hit by thousands of heavy objects and I can't pull it up.