Articles about spring written by celebrities.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looks like I just woke up. New Xin Ran opened his eyes. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you.

Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears.

Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.

"Blowing your face is not cold, willow trees become a shade", yes, like a mother's hand touching you.

The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.

Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water.

The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset.

You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.

The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.

In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing wrinkled clothes and wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground.

In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.

Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" has just begun, and there is plenty of time and hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

2. Ding Limei's drunken grandson

It was cloudy for several days, and it rained several times, even a little light snow.

Spring should have come long ago. On the edge of the flower bed next to the building, several wild old women took the lead in blooming with the rain.

Pink blue pink blue, with a hint of white, like a small light-colored pen. Who cares? Few people.

Besides, are women flowers? Nine times out of ten, people will be stupefied. The old woman doesn't care about this, but she is very happy. Life is your own, make your own decisions.

The rain stopped. Here comes the sunshine.

I always feel that the sunshine at this time is like a silver bell, shaking all the way and lively and playful.

Then, the sleeping grass woke up; The sleeping river woke up; The sleeping tree wakes up?

Yesterday I looked at the bare willow branches. Today I met them. They are covered with green shoots. The water is bubbling, as if it were broken by blowing a bomb.

In spring, jointing grows in the sun.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer. Interestingly, pedestrians on the road, walking, unconsciously loosened the buttons of their coats-so warm.

Girls who love beauty can't wait to change into dresses.

Old people will be worried when they see it. They will nag, "Spring covers, spring covers." This is an old experience. Spring is the most paralyzing. I feel warm, but I feel cold unconsciously.

An old woman, standing outside a courtyard wall, held her head up, motionless, and her whole body was listening.

Inside the courtyard wall, rows of magnolia trees are in bud, like chickens arching out eggshells.

Birds that have been apart for a winter are reunited from all directions. They are jumping around happily in that row of magnolia trees, their wings are covered with sunshine and twittering. If you save it all winter, some people will say.

When the old woman saw someone looking at her, she smiled shyly and said to herself, "I'm listening to birds." Really beautiful. "

Say that finish, whether I answer or not, continue to go her way. I also continue to go my way. But because of this spring encounter, I laughed alone for a long time.

A young mother, with her little daughter, looked for her along the lawn by the river.

The sun dances on their clothes and hair. I was curious and asked, "What are you looking for?" We're looking for bugs. "The little girl answered first.

Her mother stood by, smiling and agreeing with her words. “Bug？” I'm a little surprised. "The homework assigned by the teacher, come to find bugs in spring!" The little girl was a little proud when she saw my doubts. She told me loudly.

Oh, this is really interesting. I was so moved that I couldn't help looking in the grass. Did the little bee come out? Is the little ladybug out? Did the beetle come out? Does the little ant count? I think that teacher really has a good heart, and I feel lucky and happy for this child.

The man standing by the river took some silver ornaments from somewhere and put them all over the floor.

The sun shone on the silver ornaments and the shadows splashed. He squatted, his head slightly leaning forward, pecking from time to time-he was taking a nap.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and sat up straight. I picked up a silver bracelet and asked him, "Well, is it true?" He replied, "Of course it's true." This is eloquent.

I smiled and put it down. I didn't go far. As soon as I turned around, I saw him soaking in the warm sunshine, his head gradually lowered, he bent down and pecked from time to time, as if he were drunk. He continued his nap. The sunshine in spring is intoxicating.

3. Gu Qingsheng's "There are always frogs"

When I was in the south, there was a low-lying meadow in front of my window. When spring comes, it will grow a lot of grass and even some small flowers to attract some bees to fly there with golden wings.

Many children like to pick flowers on the grass or play some games that they think are interesting. Such days are always warm, because sunshine, flowers and children are enough to decorate spring beautifully and affectionately, which makes people unable to hide and be fascinated.

But in May, there will be a lot of rain, and the rain will wash the holly trees next to the grass very green, and the cool green will fill the whole grass.

So the children folded a small white paper boat with paper and went to the puddle on the grass to set sail for their little dream. ?

Only on a moonlit night does that meadow belong to me completely.

At this time, I slept soundly at night. A bright moon came to the puddle, and the reflected water was so white.

On the white water, a little frog suddenly appeared out of nowhere, jumping happily, as if to see the moon from the water or sit on it and set it free.

The little frog is like a child. When they have fun, they will sit on the water and sing together.

That's the frog sound that I can't live without in my life.

Accustomed to reading and writing at night, I love that window very much. The sound of frogs fluctuates, which can make my thoughts drift into the depths of such a season. ?

But I don't have a window in the south, and my days in Beijing are long. In front of my window, there is such a meadow, a cluster of green willows and an apricot flower in the spring sunshine.

But there is no rainy season in the north, so we can't see children folding paper boats.

It won't rain in Beijing until July and August, which is the season when Sophora japonica blooms.

The rain in Beijing will fall all over the streets with Sophora japonica, which will make the whole day fragrant, but even such rain will not accumulate a pool of water and attract angelic frogs, so even if there is a moon after the rain, she can't find a place to live and wash in this fragrance. ?

I stubbornly think that if the rain of Sophora japonica in Beijing can accumulate into a depression, such a shallow depression filled with the fragrance of Sophora japonica, there will be a bright moon reflecting the water as silvery white, and a group of angelic frogs will sing around the moon.

I often run away at night after the rain in Beijing. I thought I could find such a place. Just under a window, even in front of a spoony student, even by the water, there are barefoot footprints of children playing in the water.

However, I didn't find such a place when I ran away. I think there is such a place after all, but I haven't found it. ?

The moonlit night in Beijing is an era of prose culture for me. I interpret my dreams on the keyboard. When I was in love, a frog suddenly floated in a certain section. This is naive frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog.

At this time, people will drift into the past time, and a traveling heart will suddenly become hot and deeply moved.

But when I listened attentively, I found silence outside the window. I can hear the rustling of moonlight on Liu Yeer, but there are no frogs.

Oh, at this time, I feel deeply lost. It turns out that the frog's voice originated from my dreams, or auditory hallucinations that can never be erased. ?

Tonight in spring, it's like this again. I turned on the computer and tapped out a nostalgic text. Unconsciously, there is a frog outside the window. It is so kind and warm. It swayed the warm wind of the spring night and entered the heart along the emotional vein.

However, I woke up suddenly, but it was clearly a silent night! People can't help but find that the warm emotion turned into two cold tears and hung on their cheeks like ice. ?

4. Spring in Ling Ke's hometown

March in my hometown is the most beautiful passage in pastoral poetry.

Peach blossoms greet people with a smile, and at the foot of the stream, the fence falls in front of the house, and the shade is suitable and dense. Do your best to linger and enjoy it.

Hibernating plants wake up, germinate, and give birth to leaves. They are as green as new and charming as a newly mature girl, unlike the bun of a young woman in midsummer.

Rape flowers are covered with gold, Chinese milk vetch is dyed red, the soft wind blows the fragrance of grass and pea flowers, and the songs of swallows and orioles forget their worries.

This wonderful spring has only one meaning to the owner of the earth: "A year's plan lies in spring." Spring doesn't mean poetry to country people, but it breeds dreams and hopes.

The cold winter has passed. Hungry and cold finally survived another year. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, hard-working grain-pearls washed out by sweat-has made the "rent-collecting old" go to the countryside in a big boat and return home with a full load.

I gritted my teeth and tightened my belt, survived the difficulty of paying the rent, settled the bill and paid off the debt. Finally, spring is slowly coming.

Thank god! Now it is rare for someone to catch their breath, take off their torn cotton-padded jacket, go shirtless and work in the warm sun.

Holding a hoe, turning mud and grass, hoeing a dream, hoping for a rare good year. Although the bleak situation is almost worse than last year, warm spring always brings people waves of joy and relaxation.

In March, life will be as easy as usual. "Spring flowers" have mushroomed: as soon as bamboo shoots are on the market, peas and broad beans begin to pod, and the rich love to taste new things; The rapeseed has been harvested, and the wheat harvest is not far away. Spring river water heating, fresh fish and shrimp in season, as long as you have time to go fishing?

Dry pockets are more active, but after the spring, we have to prepare for the Duanyang Festival to pay off debts, rent cattle to buy fertilizer, and cultivate fields and grow rice in the scorching sun. Digging for meat to mend sores depends on the eyes.

Children at home are sent to the slope of Lingtou all day, sitting on the lush grass with a pair of small scissors and a small basket, carefully cutting shepherd's purse, Malan beans and yellow flowers from weeds, or picking pine flowers in the mountains, and singing naughty songs while working for recreation:

Shepherd's purse and Malan bean, my sister married Heng (back door); I will fix the broken back door in spring, and I will fix the heads of two grandmothers.

Girls can sing sentient beings and righteous folk songs:

Rape flowers are as yellow as gold.

The radish blooms as white as silver.

The grass is purple and there are flowers everywhere.

Sesame blossoms and nine lotus lights.

Broad beans have a little black conscience when they bloom.

No wonder my dad wants to stay married.

There is a folk song in my hometown: "Lantern in the first month, harrier in February, beautiful boat on the grave in March."

March is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it is a great joy in spring for children picking wild vegetables to greet city people who come to visit graves. Everyone was in high spirits, rushing headlong into the crowd, watching the brothers and sisters, grandmothers and wives who were dressed neatly spread out their sacrifices, lit the red candles in the phoenix lanterns, and bowed down to the grave one by one.

Greeting the bride and groom, first year ancestor worship, rich families and bands playing. The sacrifice is over. As usual, people who go to the grave will give those "fruits on the grave"-germinated beans, sesame cakes, steamed bread, sugar cane and water chestnuts to the children who are watching, which is a blessing.

There were firecrackers on the grave, and the firecrackers that fell from the sky to the ground were picked up by the children and put in the basket. Talking and laughing, I went to pick wild vegetables again.

After waiting for a basket full of tribbians, they rushed to town to sell fresh ones in exchange for a tinkling copper coin to take home to their parents.

Because of the generosity of nature, the field is busy at this time, not too tight, and life is more comfortable. -In our country. Farmers are more bitter than old cows. No matter how bitter it is, as long as there is a bitter mouth, you will be satisfied.

They will never think, nor dare to think, how far the life of "rent-collecting old people" is from them. They believe that everything is predestined, so they should send and receive, and entrust their hopes to their ancestors and gods.

In March, there were many social dramas in the countryside to worship God.

According to the rules and regulations of previous years, enthusiastic villagers headed by them will go door-to-door to raise money. No matter how poor farmers are, they will not be stingy with this donation.

On the day of the performance, the village was busy and in full swing. Every household buys wine, vegetables and incense, while offering sacrifices to their ancestors, and goes to the grave to give incense to the mountains.

In the afternoon, when the social drama begins, girls and sisters-in-law will take advantage of this rare opportunity to put on new clothes made of red and green earth cloth and sit squarely in the stands made of door panels in advance to watch the play.

However, few housewives can go to the theater at leisure, because they have to greet the guests carefully.

Tenants in the town may take advantage of the convenience of sweeping graves to stop at the theatre. At this time, they should make a pot of tea quickly and send melon seeds, peanuts, yellow flower fruit cakes and muffins made of rural soil. In the evening, we will set out the wine and dishes that we invited our ancestors to entertain guests.

As usual, the night show is much more lively than during the day. Most of the people who came to see the play were idle people in nearby villages, as well as guys from rice shops, oil candle shops and grocery stores in the town.

After seeing the opening of "Grab the Head" (Wu Xing), the owners of each family went down to the audience to find several familiar shopkeepers, enthusiastically pulled them to their homes, set a small table in front of the door, and set up dishes and snacks. As soon as they sat down, the housewife brought out a big pot of "three years old" and drunk the guests with the sound of gongs and drums.

They invited the guests with the greatest sincerity, and the guests gave up: "Oh, old eight pounds, stop pulling, and the vest sleeves have been pulled off!" " "When I arrived, I always thanked him with a loud smile.

This kind of hospitality is of some use. The Dragon Boat Festival can be more flexible in collecting accounts in rural areas, and it can also take a little advantage in transactions.

In the past, besides acting, there was also a god worshipper.

The welcome party is of course more lively. In our hometown, Zhang Shenhui in March is the most famous. From the fifth day to the sixth day, there are two days of meetings during the day, parties at night, performances, pontoons and fireworks. The scene of the carnival is still vague in my dream.

However, this kind of meeting was put out at least in 1978, and now even social dramas are rarely heard.

The life of farmers is getting worse every year. Although they still believe in God and Buddhism, they are unable to take care of these.

-"New Life Movement" Lantern Festival is held everywhere this year. At first, I thought that Zhang Shenhui from my hometown might take this opportunity to go out and meet him. But no. It's just the Spring Festival of the earth, once a year. I still go to see the thatched cottage affectionately.

Spring makes people more fantasy and dream. Those honest farmers struggle year after year, like colorful flowers, weaving their poor dreams everywhere.

In March, they were excited and optimistic; After March, they will struggle hard with their lives in real disasters.

5. The Forest in Late Spring by Xu Dishan?

Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow. ?

The shade under the rock and the mountain stream are full of ferns and other ferns. The green is dotted with red, yellow, blue and purple flowers. ?

The lark in the sky and the oriole in the forest are all tongue-tied.

The breeze squeezes their voices and distributes them to all kinds of creatures in the mountains who have no ears. Peach blossom was fascinated by this and could not help shedding a few drops of pink tears. A piece of frozen on the ground, grass flowers drunk with the sound, falling for a while and rising for a while, there is no time to set the needle. ?

The children in the next class are picking the petals of peach blossoms in the forest. They picked it up, and Qing Er suddenly shouted, "Ga, Tanya is coming!" All the children stopped and looked forward to the end of Taolin. Sure enough, Tan Tan also picked grass flowers there. ?

He said, "Today, let's try the children's skills. If he can do it, how about we all string petals around him and call him big brother? " ?

They all agreed. ?

A Tong walked up to Tan and said, "We are waiting for you." ?

A Tong put his left hand around her neck and said as he walked, "Today they will give you a dowry and teach you to be my wife. Can you be my wife? " ?

Gave the child a hard stare, turned around and pushed him away, forbidding him to pinch his neck again. The children laughed their heads off. ?

The children shouted, "We have seen people push with their hands! A Tong won! " ?

Never refuse anyone. How did Tong Can know that once she said that, she could do it?

Did the ripples of spring evoke her thoughts? Or, is the heart of heaven and earth like this? Look: the drifting thin clouds are still flying from one mountain peak to another.

Listen: The songs of larks and orioles are still full of air and forests.

In this peach forest surrounded by mountains, everything is fascinated by spring scenery except noisy children. ?