Chun Yu’s excellent prose

Chun Yu’s Excellent Prose 1

Quietly, you are here.

Little by little, they slowly condense in the blue sky, forming small clouds floating leisurely in the sky. Later, as you gradually grew up, that little cloud could not restrain your activity. With the gentle wind, it fell, fell. Thousands of silver threads ripple in the air, as if covering the earth with a hazy veil.

Your fragrance is everywhere in the city. The city is quite beautiful in the rain. The street trees on both sides of the road and the colorful flowers in the flower beds seem to be injected with new life and vitality after your baptism. You see, the trees on the street are vying for height and pointing towards each other, and the flowers and branches in the altar are graceful and colorful. The dirty air also became fresher. Pedestrians wear raincoats and hold umbrellas, walking in a hurry. Some people throw away their umbrellas and enjoy the warmth and comfort you bring to them. What a beautiful world!

In the fields, there are no obstacles from high-rise buildings. You can indulge in the earth and run across the vast wilderness. You fall into the ground, quietly burrowing into the soil, and are immediately caught by the huge root system of the crops, allowing you to slowly brew in their bodies, brewing a good harvest; you fall into the treetops on the leaves, slowly sliding to the center of the leaves. Under the blow of the breeze, the crystal clear you dance on the new leaves...

Gradually, the sky gradually becomes clear, and the white clouds are dripping in the blue. Floating in the sky, the sun bloomed with golden light. But you gradually disappeared under the caress of the sun. You have brought happiness to people, you have brought vitality to nature, and you have painted a beautiful world with your life. However, you have nothing to ask for. You quietly return to the sky to brew, preparing to bring happiness to the earth. New joy.

Quietly, you left... Chunyu Excellent Prose 2

Jia Baoyu said that daughters are made of water, which is absolutely correct. Just imagine if there was no water in this world, there would be a lot less fun. Whether it is the snow in winter, the frost in autumn, the gurgling of a creek, or the roar of the sea, each represents a side of a delicate daughter's eighteen changes. With water, this world is so passionate.

Of course, the most affectionate thing is the continuous spring rain. After the beginning of spring, the chill had not faded away, so Miss Yu hurriedly came to visit. But there was no warning. If he hadn't stepped out of the siege by chance, he would have missed it.

Layers of subtle tremors awakened the earth from a winter dream, and it greatly relaxed. The gray asphalt road surface was gently massaged and glowed like a naughty boy blinking his eyes. The bleak dry branches were a little embarrassed to be moistened, so they quickly took out packages of tender buds and flowers and dedicated them together to warmly entertain the visiting spring. The sticky air has also changed from its previous heaviness. After a pleasant shower, there is a pure sense of pleasure, and it becomes lively and lively. Living in a corner of a crowded city, although it is not as noble as Taishan Tianjie, the water is still as smooth as crisp. My eyes are blocked by tall buildings, and even if I don't see the color of grass everywhere, the green has already spread all over my heart.

Walking in these strands, there is absolutely no need to worry about getting cold or getting wet. Walking in this ethereal mist, the soft fragrance that hits my face seems to be the slightest scent of the lover opposite me. The moist touch on the face was like the reappearance of the gentle and shy first kiss. Thinly accumulated, hazy, it is undoubtedly the faint love that has been preserved to this day. It's a little warm, a little comfortable, and a little timid. The patter is dripping, sprouting a surge of youth; lingering, entangled with a clear vitality.

In this rain, standing, looking, feeling, letting her touch a strand of disheveled hair and dry face. Let her stretch into your neck and spine, and be infinitely intimate with you, so that they are completely compatible with each other, and penetrate into your heart and heart through your skin. While giving you a heartbeat, it also fills you with a heartbeat. The slightly cold moisture slowly washes away all the sorrow, revealing a sense of holiness and relaxation.

At this time, eyes are definitely redundant. Squint and don't distinguish anything. And let a few poems about Spring Rain drift into my mind.

Let go of the dullness of "the rain is accumulating in the sky and the fireworks are late", and dilute the melancholy of "drinking without a trace in the tents of the capital". In this sigh of "bit by bit at dusk", shake out a picture of "night rain in Bashan" The longing for "Rising Autumn Pond", imagining the loose wind and drizzle on the south bank of the river, really brought back the long-lost joy of "spring rain moistening things silently".

The world is as big as the heart is. The rain was still falling, and in the drizzle, the buildings in front of me disappeared, and my heart soared in my chest. Although there is no skylight, cloud shadow, and no green mountains and green waters can be seen, it is just the boundless spring rain falling between the sky and the earth. The world is so vast. In this vastness, he seemed so small. So much so that I might as well completely dissolve my whole body in a thin drop of spring rain, send out a wave of peaceful rhythm like the spring rain, soak those sleeping memory fragments in the spring rain and turn them into crystal pearls, and transform the dust and dust along the journey. The dirt is thoroughly cleaned and washed, so that the stubborn and stiff heart can be moistened and softened again. Find back the lightness and joy of the past. Then, reassemble it and become a new me. Repackaging and storing this new self is like treasuring a new-born baby. Throughout this day and the days to come, tell yourself to be happy and start a joyful life.

I opened my eyes suddenly, startled by a chill that suddenly turned from warm to cold, and seemed to be urged by the late wind. Returning to this early spring evening, I knew it was time to go back. The spring rain is not permanent. station. However, why be so pessimistic? Isn’t winter already over and spring already here? And isn’t this heart that has been washed clean in the spring rain already radiated with new vitality? And there is this cleansed me.

My spring rain, please wash this whole world clean too. Excellent Prose of Chunyu 3

I like rain, it is rain of many kinds, and I take rain as my companion.

The rain in early spring is as gentle as a little girl. There is no accompanying strong wind, no chasing of lightning, and no roar of thunder and lightning. She just whispered carefully and quietly. She carries the news of the end of winter and the greetings of spring. She penetrates the earth and nourishes all things. Those working farmers welcome the spring rain, and they always take their time, because the spring rain the size of silk and hair caresses them, making them feel the breath of spring, and truly appreciate the arrival of spring with their whole body. Spring rain is gentle and affectionate!

The rain in summer is violent, but it often comes in time as people expect it. Summer rain comes and goes in a hurry, but it can relieve the heat of the earth and drive away people's annoyance. Whenever the big raindrops fall "crackling", I like to rush into the rain and let it wash my whole body. Being wet and drenched, I feel particularly happy at this moment. After the rain, the world in front of you becomes clear, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. This is the beauty that only summer rain can create. Summer rain is timely and beautiful!

Compared with summer rain, autumn rain seems long. Autumn rain loves the night, and it comes to us unknowingly at night. It wasn't until early morning that the rain finally stopped. I was walking on a country road and saw crystal raindrops shining in the fresh grass blades. In the evening, I don't know when it started to rain again. Through the doors and windows, it was hazy outside. The autumn rain is long and poetic!

If you are used to listening to Qiu Yu’s melody, let’s listen to Dong Yu’s whispers again. Winter rain and snow are close, their footsteps are so clear, their faces are so crystal clear, winter rain is deep and heavy!

Rain is a beautiful thing, it is always silently for people Dedication, only beautiful things will be praised by people! Excellent Prose of Chunyu 4

There were no stars last night. As night fell, a spring rain came quietly. The dust that had been flying for many days disappeared, and the air on the Loess Plateau suddenly became a little fresher. The sound of raindrops slowly reached my ears, as if it was a message to the early spring. It softly warmed the body that had been frozen for a season. The sweet rain moistens the mountains, rivers, fields, woods, flowers, and grasses. It instantly cleanses away the yellow dust on the branches and buds, and returns the earth to an intoxicating green.

The spring rain falls in patter, and the raindrops fall to the ground. It sounds like the mother's murmuring love words, gently calling the sleeping child. The sleeping seeds seem to hear the mother's call and can't wait. Emerging from the thick "quilt", enjoying the moisture of the soil, looking forward to the sunshine, and growing vigorously day by day under the gentle caress of the spring breeze.

In the season when peach blossoms are blooming, wait quietly in front of the window, breathe the fresh air, look out at the peach blossoms outside the window, enjoy the spring rain, listen to a performance, and in the rustle of the spring rain, It can be heard that it is the music of life played for spring. The sound waves hit the heart directly, plucking the long-silent string deep in the heart, making the thoughts beat and dance along with the music.

What I like about the spring rain is the crystal cleanness of the spring rain. The spring rain is everywhere, cleaning away all the dirt, making the city made of reinforced concrete no longer unkempt, making the wilderness no longer withered and yellow, and making everything return to reality and nature. A few wisps of fragrance and sweetness in the spring rain nourish life and give birth to new green. This is the legendary jade liquid and nectar.

If you like spring rain, you like the hazy dream of spring rain. Inadvertently, it will bring you into a dreamlike world. Yesterday there were lifeless dead branches and flower buds waiting to bloom, but this morning there are green shoots and fragrant flowers. The green leaves are visible to the eyes, and the faint fragrance of flowers lingers around you.

In the pattering spring rain, I forget the hustle and bustle of the city, and feel as if I am in the fields, quietly, smelling the fragrance of the soil that emerges from the land after being moistened by the rain, and looking into the distance. Watching the tender green spreading, spreading bit by bit in the endless fields, the earth is no longer the cold color of the season.

In this long spring rain, you can release your feelings to your heart's content, it doesn't matter whether you are happy, angry, sad or happy. The pattering spring rain covered up the tears falling to the ground. Obviously, what was left was happiness. Of course, the feelings when flowers bloom and petals fall will never be the same, so just cry when you need to cry and laugh when you need to laugh. Spring Rain will not laugh at anyone. At this moment, do you still feel that the hesitation and trade-off between gains and losses is still so important? Melt yourself into the spring, melt yourself into the spring rain, warm others, warm yourself, moisten the dry heart like the spring rain, and the sunny day is right in front of you.