Living up to the spring glory prose

Prose about living up to the springtime Prose about living up to the springtime 1

Spring is always a colorful season, with bright sunshine and gentle breeze. The flowers are blooming and colorful. Look at the plum blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, crabapple flowers, and azaleas blooming one after another on the treetops. They are whiter than snow, red like fire, white as innocent, and red as dazzlingly, and some are as tender and tender as a baby's skin. Yuzhuo. The spring breeze blows gently, like a mother's gentle hands caressing the cheeks of sleeping children, making people feel reassured and warm. The spring rain is pouring down, as if telling words of love to the earth. Are they a pair of lovers reunited after a long separation? The love is so lingering that it is hard to separate, expressing the lovesickness after separation.

Spring is also the best time for literati and poets to appreciate the love of books. The spring scenery gives them visual inspiration, and the spring breeze and spring rain also bring them auditory insights, so in Ru Shui In the spring light, they must walk and sing, singing their own stories in spring. Listen! Who sang in a low voice on the moonlit night in the spring mountain, "Holding the moon in the water, filling your clothes with the fragrance of flowers"? Who is singing: flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year? Someone is singing on the other side of the river: Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. ...What a beautiful song. It will make you intoxicated when you listen to it. You will be immersed in this inextricably charming spring light.

Only after clearing away the dense clouds and fog can I see clearly, oh! It turns out that they are a group of poets who like to express their thoughts through words. The soul feels cold at high places. They are inevitably lonely sometimes, so they sing about all their worries. But spring is always too short-lived. Just yesterday the branches were full of flowers, and today the ground is full of red. The fallen flowers seemed to be reluctant to leave the branches. They flew in the wind and refused to fall to the ground. They circled around the branches again and again before reluctantly kissing the branches goodbye. Someone whispered: Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Oh, so that’s it!

Chung Sung, I really want to keep you by my side forever. How can I keep you? Why not turn you into words? When I miss you, I will open it and look at it, and I will smell your breath, as if you are right in front of me, enchanting and charming. Living up to the Spring Prose 2

At this moment, there is an end; at that time, there is a beginning; the end is in the university; the beginning is in the university. Go hard and struggle with your college dream.

Looking back, we have hurriedly passed through dozens of winters and summers. What makes us hold our heads high? What makes us confident? What is it that makes us sweat like rain?

It is our pursuit of dreams, and it is also the pursuit of dreams by us, so we sail into the distance. September last year was golden. I came to the university with my dreams and hopes. When I first stepped into the university, I was full of curiosity and freshness about everything. However, the university is a brand-new living environment, and my friends and classmates also started from the "new" Start with two words. In the new living environment, we can only do what Darwin's "Theory of Evolution" said: "Natural selection, the survival of the fittest, and the elimination of the unfit."

Therefore, at this time, we need a transition period , but we can't always use ourselves to make excuses during the "transition period", thinking that we can evade some responsibilities if we don't adapt to the new environment during the transition period.

We are just a leaf in the world. When the wind stops chasing us, we will stop where we are. I have seen such an equation in a book: "Unbridled laughter and tears + passion and steps to pursue dreams = youth.

Youth is the period when we should work hardest. College is in youth, but , University is not for us to waste time, but to perfect our lives: youth is not for muddle along, but for the pursuit of excellence.

The time in university is actually the most quietly passing time, and we cannot stand it. Even if the time is short, we should seize every minute and every second of the moment. Don't wait until we are past our youth before it is too late.

We always think that time will wait for us, allowing us to start over and make up for the shortcomings of life, but we don’t know that time is gone and never comes back, winter goes and spring comes, flowers fade and bloom again, we can come back if we fail, and the past time passes. , then we will let the future time go forward in fulfillment.

Even when the whole world thinks you can't do it, you still have to believe in yourself; when the whole world says you give up, tell yourself firmly and try again.

Life is about constant choices. The high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination are all inevitable choices for us. Every morning we are faced with two simple choices: go back to sleep or get up and chase our dreams. I believe that more people choose the latter. Because as long as you are willing to take a step, the road will stretch under your feet.

Flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death are determined by people’s wishes, even a withered grass can change the color of nature, let alone us?

Day after day, year after year, we move from children to youth, from youth to middle age, and our ideals move from plump to skinny. He said: Dreams are in the East, you said: Dreams are in the South. I said: The direction of dreams is the direction of the heart.

The world is too far away, life is too long, and even the flowers and flowers cannot withstand the passage of time. Memories change, whose waiting turns pale, and whose persistence has no regrets. Live up to your spring glory, live up to yourself, and work hard. juvenile! Living up to the Spring Prose 3

I am following the footsteps of the slightly smoked spring breeze.

I don’t know when spring quietly showed its head. Passing by the square, inadvertently, it was full of spring: a white magnolia tree, the flowers in full bloom like white doves spreading their wings and ready to fly. On the branches; several clusters of winter jasmine, bright yellow flowers, seem to overflow from the dark green leaves, covered with gold; brilliant cherry blossoms, connected into a light cloud like pink cloud...

Spring always sneaks into the corner of people’s eyes quietly. In the frosty days, I thought that spring was afraid of the cold and would stop moving forward, slowing down its pace. Little did I know that in the frozen land, spring has been accumulating strength and quietly urging the buds on the branches to bloom.

Year after year, spring always comes and goes quietly; this year’s spring is vaguely like those disappearing springs in the long river of time. However, I don’t know whether the people who enjoy the flowers this year will be able to enjoy the flowers. Or the same person who enjoyed the flowers last year?

Time is not reserved for young people. Looking back, I have lost a lot of spring. Like a dream in the spring breeze, like a bell in a dream, the days like water, and those moving spring scenery have all been lost. Sinking into the long river of time, I can only vaguely remember its former beauty. I tried to reach out and hold it back, but it didn't stay for a moment, leaving only melancholy.

The weather forecast says that strong cold air is coming tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the temperature will plummet to below 4℃, which will undoubtedly be a test for these delicate flowers. I want to give these beautiful flowers a reminder, but so what? What should come will come, what will go will go, nothing can change at all!

I once saw wintersweet blooming in the snow and ice. Although its face was red from the ice and snow, it still faced the biting cold wind with a smile; , the fragrance of flowers is still permeated. Flowers have the spirit of flowers. No matter what the weather is like, they are calm and calm. When they bloom, they are full of energy; when they wither, they are silent and there is no trace of resentment.

The gentle breeze was blowing, the flowers were whispering, and the smiling faces seemed not to care about the coming bad weather. They are like this, in fine weather, they open themselves up to the fullest and show the beauty of life; when misfortune comes, let them be destroyed by the wind and rain, even if the ground is red, because the soil knows the flowers' thoughts, and its roots continue to work hard, Given time, the flowers of life will bloom again!

Last year’s spring has gone, this year’s spring is so pleasant, don’t let down the spring scenery before me, I want to listen carefully to the birds singing about spring, I want to communicate with every flower with my eyes, I want to Feel this tender spring with every inch of your skin and every pore!

The golden flowers of the Albizia Julibrissin tree flow down from the crown, like a river flowing with stars, and the charming spring scenery is rippling in the river... Living up to the spring scenery 4

Hazy In the haze, I walked into an unfamiliar forest, with gray sky and dim light. The bare tree trunks were sleeping deeply, and the withered yellow weeds were crawling listlessly on the ground. It seemed that they were content with the current state and the arrangement of fate, which was cold and cold. The biting cold wind penetrated every inch of the skin of the body, from head to toe, from hands to heart. It was so cold that it made my body tremble non-stop. Wearing thin clothes, I kept running forward, trying my best to escape from this foggy world, trying to find a little green shadow, but what I encountered was patches of darkness.

Isn't spring already here? Where is the shadow of spring? A sudden burst of biting cold woke me up from my sleep, oh! The quilt was kicked off, and the whole body curled up and hugged each other. It turned out to be a dream. The temperature difference between day and night has been huge recently, with winter at night and summer during the day. I was secretly glad that this was a dream, otherwise I would have been so disappointed to see such a scene in spring. Covered him with quilt and fell asleep again.

I woke up naturally to the warm sunshine shining in from the window, and the scene in my dream was still lingering in my mind. I quickly packed up and took the children out of the house. I urgently needed to find the spring breeze, the spring greenery, the spring flowers, and wave away the darkness and coldness. On both sides of the road, cherry blossoms bloomed more brilliantly against the backdrop of green leaves; a gentle warm breeze blew by, and petals circled in the air and slowly fell. The petals on the ground added a bit of softness to the newly grown grass on the ground; The dead grass in winter has long melted into the soil and turned into spring fertilizer to support the growth of new grass; on the straight ginkgo trees, small buds sprouted from the ginkgo leaves and scattered on the branches, or green leaves hung on the branches in the spring. On the branches, they dance in the breeze. The breath of spring is full of vitality under the green leaves of this tree. This is what spring should look like, with a feeling of lost and found, breathing smoother and full of energy.

When we came to the riverside of my grandma’s house, a long green seedling grew in the corn field. The power of life was already evident when it broke through the ground; New shoots stretched freely in the wind; in a plowed rose field, the children found clusters of green onions, shouting with joy, and flew over like rabbits, completely ignoring the falling sand. They got into the shoes and pulled out the soil and grass together with all their strength. With the joy of victory on their faces, they showed off their victory in front of me. The breath of spring fluttered on their faces.

While pulling wild onions, I saw a little girl in a pink cotton coat, about ten years old, with a ponytail, squatting in the rose field, with scattered pink roses against her pink background. His face stood out among the green leaves and weeds. Especially the way she focused on plucking wild onions. While sorting the wild onions, she hummed a song that only she could understand. Her voice was not high, but gentle and cheerful. When she sang to her heart's content, she couldn't help but spread her arms. It makes a flying shape, like a dancing pink butterfly; the plucked wild onions are wrapped in clothes, as if they are protecting their favorite treasures. Her look reminds me of my childhood. At that time, there was a lot of farm work at home, either cutting pig grass or cutting fish grass. I often worked alone in the fields, but I didn't feel lonely or tired. I just thought about how the pigs and fish could be full. Yes, and my heart is happy. The little girl always had a smile on her face, content in her own little world. What a lovely face this is. The soft light of spring shines on her face. The green land reflects her infinite yearning for a better life!

Green often represents a symbol of vitality. . After the dry plants have experienced the test of severe winter, their roots extend underground firmly, storing enough energy for growth in the coming year; after surviving the coldest winter, the flowers of life can bloom more beautifully when spring comes. Life has its ups and downs, and it returns to the original starting point after several reincarnations. In the cruel real life, learn to endure. Once you endure it, your life will enter a new stage; if you cannot endure it, hope will turn into soil and fall asleep. Study hard when you should study, pursue love with all your strength when you should fall in love, enjoy the happy time of giving birth and accompanying your children with peace of mind when you should have children, and do your best to realize your dreams when you should strive for your career. social value. Every stage of life has its own goals. Don’t waste time. If you pursue them diligently, you will have no regrets when you look back. "Time flies by, and looks grow old quickly. Glitz and glamor are like clouds and smoke." Seize the moment and live up to the green that you should have in the spring! Living up to the spring Prose 5

Another year, endless spring Well, in the warm season, from sunrise to sunset, from the first buds to the trees full of flowers, every change is full of vitality. Look up and look out the window. It’s really time to go out for a walk and be with this infinite world. Spring.

The clear wind swept over the hills, and the soil, flowers and fragrance were all growing vigorously. I held a ray of sunshine with my hand, and it was warm and hit the ground, causing broken shadows to fade away. I felt so free, and everything was so quiet and beautiful, so I slowed down and slowly felt the taste of spring.

People are like this too. They like to let time pass by little by little, and then they lament that "time easily throws people away" and start to look back on the past and lament. But in fact, it is us who abandon the good times, and it is we who allow sadness to permeate the bright season.

Some people say: "Spring is bright and sad." I have always believed that spring is a season full of hope and sadness. This sadness is colder and more piercing than winter. As we all know, spring is the season of rebirth of all things. At this time, all flowers, plants and trees will have a new beginning, a new year of prosperity and decline, a new reincarnation. And the saddest thing is here, everything will start again, but what about people? It's still the same, and it will never start again, so I start to feel confused and sad. It's true as you said, there is nothing that can't be overcome, it's just that you can never go back.

But sadness is still sadness, and good times are guiltless. Instead of being lost in the shadow of the old years, it is better to appreciate the new greenery of this spring; instead of being indulged in the sorrow of the world, it is better to break off a flower and place it under the window of an idle person, savoring an unfinished concern; instead of falling flowers and wind and rain damaging the spring, it is better to take pity on them. The person in front of you. Cherish what you have in front of you, don’t be immersed in sadness, and don’t presume to be strong. Living up to the Spring Prose 6

April is a season when flowers bloom. It seems that the word bloom is not appropriate enough. It should be more appropriate to use the word bloom. From the early blooming pear blossoms, peach blossoms, winter jasmine, to forsythia, apricot blossoms, magnolias, crabapples, peonies, and tulips, they all gradually bloom after you sing and I come on stage. As long as I go outdoors, everything attracts my attention. . The flowering period of these flowers is relatively short, and the entire process from blooming to withering is performed in about a month. For me, who has a hobby of photography, not taking pictures of some flowers and beautiful scenery during this season would really be a failure of this beautiful spring.

Although I am busy at work and often on duty, it is not easy to find time to go out and shoot. After all, photography is an art of light and shadow. Only with good light can you produce better works. The light before nine o'clock in the morning is the best. Sometimes I get off work at eight o'clock. Even if I can rest that day, I miss the best time when I go out to shoot. section, not to mention there are not many sunny days, either haze, cloudy or sandy. In such a huge capital, it takes less than an hour or two to go to a scenic spot, so you have to get up early. Every time I shoot, I have to get up before five o'clock in the morning, take the first bus and take the subway. Because I travel early, there is no traffic jam, and I can basically reach my destination early.

Last year, due to a lot of trivial matters, I basically didn’t go out to shoot. I always felt a little regretful, and not going out also made me a little lazy. This year, I often write some words to express my feelings and praise spring. I can’t make it up at home. I have to go out to find inspiration and take photos. I went out to shoot several times in April, and it was very rewarding. From the magnolias in the International Sculpture Garden, Begonia Flower Brook in Beitucheng to Xuanyi Park in Xicheng District, from the peonies in Jingshan Park to the tulips in Zhongshan Park, every time I take a photo, I will be intoxicated by the beauty of flowers, making people forget to leave. . I will also take some pictures with my mobile phone and share them with my friends in a timely manner.

I don’t get a good night’s rest. Every time I get up early, I don’t get enough sleep and feel deeply tired. I go home and sit in front of the computer to post-process hundreds of photos, which often takes several hours. It is very hard, but every time I can find a few satisfactory works among the many photos, I feel very relieved and feel All the hard work and dedication was not in vain, it was worth it.

Writing and photography are both my hobbies. When I go out to collect scenery and create, I can calm down, free from distracting thoughts, and concentrate on it. In this noisy world, such a tranquility is so needed. I like this feeling. It not only makes the body and mind happy, but also makes life more fulfilling and colorful. Prose 7 of Living up to the spring scenery

Living up to the spring scenery, living up to yourself

No matter you are rustling in the wind, or you are already bathing in the warm sunshine, spring has come, don't be hasty or slow.

With the footsteps of spring, those that have been dormant, frozen, or pregnant will all revive.

The lazy slumber will open its shining eyes, and the withered branches will glow with fresh buds, either full of green or colorful. The earth will be covered with new clothes, and vitality will be everywhere.

The course of life is a faint trace in time. Whether or not we leave a mark depends on ourselves.

Beauty and harvest are the eternal pursuit of human beings. However, if there is no sweat of sowing in spring, the harvest in autumn will not be rich.

When the spring breeze blows and stirs your heart, once the thought of action arises, we must recognize the goal and method we want to achieve, and the determination to achieve the goal.

The so-called true determination means not only accepting the current facts, but especially seizing the current opportunities. If you think of something you should do, do it immediately, otherwise, there is no need to make an empty wish.

If you hesitate to move forward in the harsh spring cold, then you will have all kinds of reasons to avoid the heat of summer, the busyness of autumn and the coldness of winter, so that you will spend an empty year again. One year, your figure gradually withers in time.

Come on, follow the footsteps of spring, follow the goals in your heart, start down-to-earth, and live up to the spring glory and yourself!

The mark of time

Time flies

We are running in countless days.

With every sunrise and sunset, every joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, life is mixed into rich ups and downs for you to taste. Whether it's tears or smiles, it will bloom into everyone's scenery, and it must be unique.

New and old seem to have nodes and signs. In fact, it is more of a self-definition of people. In the long river of time, they will not be much different, just like every grain of sand. . The point is: Man is an animal that desperately wants to leave its mark on time. Visible or intangible, they are willing to make their own contribution to the colorful life. As a result, the walking posture, the direction of efforts, and the sweat are all different. This leads to the thick and light ink, the curved and straight lines, and the ugly and handsome shapes in the picture of life. Everyone is this colorful. A stroke in the picture scroll can also be the mark you leave in the years

Therefore, we will not stop our steps. We are all working tirelessly to make the picture scroll more beautiful. Dense ink and heavy colors, or light clouds and gentle breeze

Walking through the years, swaying to your heart's content. Your imprint cannot be remembered by yourself. Every painter is also a reader. Even, in the years, there are more, just like, after the new year comes, there will be the next New Year

Be yourself, it is enough.

Beauty lies in every moment

Another new year has come, and another journey has come. Time flows by, and we flow in time. in a hurry. And passed.

When idleness disappears into a pale color in the rush, a deep black hole sinks somewhere in the bottom of my heart. No one can spy.

Close your mouth, open your eyes and ears, and walk on a path that follows your soul. Sometimes, I can’t even see clearly whether there is a path that can be walked.

Yuyou, or Youyou, each has its own taste. It’s just that I don’t want to stop, let alone change direction.

Don’t be afraid of bifurcation, no matter how fast or slow it is, just like that stream, if the water is flowing, it is alive and will contain more life.

Quicksand can also become a painting. I like the flowing, unreplicable and unique picture, and my heart will move with it. Or, shine.

Time is flowing, and we are like grains of fine sand, flowing in time and creating our own paintings. Tangibility is sometimes a kind of beauty.

We should be beautiful in every moment of time!

Choice is like a knot

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Wandering on the road of life, sometimes, we will inevitably encounter some hesitation and even choices. Confusion or confusion, in the end, the only reason is that choice is like a knot. When you open the knot, the two ends of the line will be presented in front of you.

For a long time, human beings seem to be working hard only for one thing - looking for direction. Find the direction, take the path you should take, and fight all the way to the end. This becomes a person with pursuits. And, this is also a happy person. At this point, I will use a once-popular saying, "Are you happy?" Of course, there is also an answer here: "I am very happy, because I am walking on my own road." So, what about you?

When happiness becomes an imagination, choice becomes chaos, and there is confusion about right and wrong, then the carrier of pursuit floats far away, and the result of struggle will be a little more empty.

At such a time, the person walking on the road will be in trouble, his or her steps will be hesitant, and his or her eyes will be blurred, as if in a knot. He didn't know which foot he had on which end, and he didn't know which side he was going to take next. This was indeed not a very comfortable feeling.

Today I once said: It is a very painful and unfortunate thing for people to have no spiritual support and spiritual station. If you think about it carefully, in fact, when there is no real entity to rely on or the station, then everything is called a fantasy!

Therefore, we have concluded another article: All dreams are zero, let’s do what we should do and want to do, even if it is a little gain, it is definitely earned by hard work! When the knot of choice is opened, we face a straight road, turn left, turn right, and shout to ourselves: walk together! ? Live up to the springtime prose 8

Spring is in the green grass and in the lake with sparkling blue waves. On the hillside with blooming mountain flowers, in the hard work of laborers, in the sound of children reading loudly, spring is in the green eyes, and in the echo of the 19th National Congress.

Spring is coming, and the sound of ticking rain brings the sound of spring and the song of spring. Gives people hope. The yellow jasmine flowers make people feel that the spirit of spring has arrived: a spirited myth; pink cherry blossoms, a sea of ??pink, spring is hope, spring is the beginning, and spring is the season of budding girls. Farmers who sow seeds plant seeds of hope in the spring, which will bloom in the summer and produce beautiful fruits in the fall. Don’t miss the beauty of spring under the warm sunshine and gentle wind and drizzle. In the good days, start cultivating your own life, start designing your own future, and start sowing your own seeds. No matter how late it is, don’t be afraid of spring. The rivers are warm and ducks are prophets. Only in the lake can you feel the true temperature of the water and appreciate the beauty of life.

In the slightly cold weather in the morning, well, in the air filled with sweet fragrance, spring is in the croaking of frogs, in the gentle breeze of willow branches, spring is approaching, in the begonias Among the red flowers presented by flowers, spring is in the dark blood-like red. That is the begonia flower, the color of life. Begonia is like snow, and life is like clouds. A life, a great man, is as full of vitality as a begonia, year after year, year after year, showing the power of life.

In the spring light, look forward to the future and sow hope. Cherish today, cherish time, do what you should do, don't waste time and be sad alone. I am not a spare tire, and I am not sentimental in spring.

Live up to the glory of the past, work hard, never forget your original intention, and strive to do your best; don’t waste time. There are always more solutions than problems, open your heart and embrace the spring. Move yourself and create your own miracle! Living up to the Spring Prose 9

The full moon sings the spring. The moon is waning, and the years have passed. Light a clear moon, and the autumn chrysanthemums bring the fragrance of flowers. The melancholy of the end of the prosperous world of mortals, I write a piece of longing in the passage of time, and the gaps between every word and sentence are filled with loneliness and sentimentality.

When it rains, it pours into the ocean of blue and white umbrellas. The flowing rainwater mottles the annual rings along the tile grooves. Between the years, there is only a thin tile that covers the melancholy eyes and blocks the spring green under the eaves.

The rain itself cuts the dark night. In the yellow light, the turret of lovesickness is swaying, rummaging through the autumn rain, counting the nostalgia of the peach blossoms in March, and then looking for a peach blossom garden in the previous life.

The road is long and red. The spring light is in my heart, weaving into a green sky. When the sparse shadows are slanting, the footprints are left in the distance, and the sweat brews a strong fragrance of flowers.

The wind and rain are known by cloudy and sunny days, and the sunny days are known by round and missing elements. As spring comes and goes, we rely on peach blossoms, in summer we secretly fall in love with peonies, in autumn we see red plum blossoms and chrysanthemums, and in winter snow and white contain hope.

A mountain of red beans in the southern country burst out with a lifetime of tenderness. Intoxicated by the clouds and water, the Zen heart is filled with green sounds in the wind. Warm a pot of peach blossoms, keep a love story, love a true love, and make a vow. Open your heart and spend your life looking for a peach blossom land, living up to the green spring light of March.

Under the candle in the west window, the fingers are linked together. Admiring the tenderness and whispering the drizzle. The words are warm and affectionate. You are in the words and I am in the lines. Drinking autumn is poetry, the clear moon is elegant, and together they carry the beautiful warmth flowing through. There are peach branches in spring, green in summer, fruits in autumn rain, and snow in winter.

The wind cuts a round moon of flowers, and a few colorful butterflies flow in the wind. Plant a petal and the fragrance of your heart is far away, and the flowers will bloom quietly for the passing years. The peach blossoms on the eyebrows embellish the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Looking closely at the long scroll, you can see that the flowers are blooming in the long river of time, and the spring is flowing infinitely.

And we, bathing in the sunshine, embrace the thoughts on the tip of the pen. Use poetry and distant obsessions to explore and taste the Zen; use the sun, moon and wind and rain to read the annual rings and experience the unrestrained; use the morning light to bloom and fall in the west to look down on life.

In the spring of March, a peach blossom garden bloomed.