Write a classic article about spring

Spring is a wonderful piece of music that fills the world with notes; spring is a happy bird that fills the world with joy; spring is a beautiful dance that fills the world with smiles. Here is what I give We have compiled some classic spring articles. I hope you like them.

A classic article about spring: "Spring Rain" Chu Flute

I have been looking forward to it all winter, and finally, you are here.

As soon as I opened my eyes, your crystal figure was already swaying in front of my window, and your crisp throat voice was tapping on my window paper. How eagerly you put on your coat and open the door! I welcome you.

Looking at you, my eyes cannot shift for a moment; listening to you, my eardrums cannot miss a syllable. From the distant sky to the deserted plains, you are struggling with birth and death every minute and every second. The joy of life and the fear of death sing and shout: Ding Ding Dong Dong. I am really greedy, greedy to hold you and have you. So, I sniffed you, smelled you, and soothed you with my chapped lips. The anxiety of waiting for so many days is smooth and moist when I kiss you.

Come on, my dear. Look back through time with me and take a look at the boy who listened to the rain ten years ago. In the West Lake in April, the yellow willow eyebrows have fallen, and they are colorful in the light blue sky and lake light. That day, on Yanziji, I leaned against the red building and dreamed of the rich fragrance of the old capital of the Six Dynasties. You caressed me with the coolness on my cheeks, dripping with it. Do you really want to say goodbye? In the carriage going north, there is a basket full of lightness, which you gave me. From Suzhou to Pennsylvania, only the radio still said "Jianghuai" and "Huangmeiyu".

It has been ten years, and I have seen the scenery beyond the Great Wall for ten years. The taste of the North only comes when the sky is covered with snow. The white branches, white rocks, and white glaciers all reflect the strength and strength of Huchengguan Mountain. Northeastern people like to use red bricks to build houses. There is a kind of arrogance and glitz in the bright colors. After living there for ten years, I have never gotten used to it, so I had no choice but to hang a wind chime outside the window, stroll around Hanshan Temple at night amid the soft Kunqu opera, and think about the green mountains and green waters in my memory. Everyone in the south of the Yangtze River likes blue bricks, which stand plainly in the fields. Occasionally, there will be a burst of raindrops on the tiles, creating a gray tenderness.

Can the sound of wind chimes be the sound of rain in my hometown? Can the dream tonight be the same as that of the boy listening to the rain? The warm current is coming from over there?

Come on, Dear you! Give me the slightest hint of the South. He couldn't throw himself into her arms, and being glanced at by her could be considered a comfort.

I have been looking forward to it for more than 3,600 days, but still cannot set a return date.

I have been looking forward to the whole winter, that the clear you will fall from the clouds in my hometown and land on the ends of my hair, on my lips, and in the bottom of my heart? A classic article about spring: "Spring Outing" by Cheng Fangwu

Recently, I have gradually developed a very strong aversion to my own wanderings. At first, I just felt that it was unseemly to be idle and not doing anything. Secondly, I gradually felt that I was really worthless and despicable. Finally, I began to despise myself recently. I only experienced this kind of contempt for my own feelings a few times when I was a student. At that time, when I had to ask for leave from school either because of laziness, mental illness, or special preparation for exams, although I liked being able to stop doing mechanical hard work for the time being, I always felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. , a little afraid of meeting others. While other students are in class, I am alone at home. Or wearing a uniform and running on the street, this is really harder work than any other hard work. At home, the furniture on the windows and walls showed some cold teeth that made people sweat. The eyes of passers-by on the street seemed to be specially designed to suspect a stray student. Even the sun, which has always been very honest, he has been slow to Not advancing, deliberately trying to annoy people. At this time, no matter how you defend yourself, you will inevitably feel ashamed, and from shame you will gradually despise yourself.

When the rickshaw I was riding in dragged me from the dirty city to Longhua, this feeling began to haunt me again.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street seemed to be twice as diligent as usual when I was going to have a spring visit. Although I couldn't understand why they were so busy, when I passed among them, I just felt as if there was a blazing fire in front of me. This coachman is so strange. His running method is completely different from other coachmen; other coachmen always run in a hurry, but he treats his whole body as a spiral, spiraling into space. I stared at this spiral in surprise, but I couldn't help but compare the two different worlds of mine and his. The same trip to Longhua, but with such different purposes, different situations and different moods! When I looked at his body, it didn't seem like he had any shortcomings that prevented him from being considered a human being. He was also the son of a human being! When I thought about it, I wanted to jump down immediately and let him sit on it, and we would take turns towing the car. However - regardless of the disease in my left foot, I am afraid that I will not be able to make it two steps further as I am emasculated by my little knowledge. About to dump the passengers in my car. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. I envied the coachman's peaceful state of mind.

Since Aimou left, I feel even more lonely. And because I had been sick for a few days, I just felt extremely troubled. It has been exactly three years since I returned to China. Do I always let my limited time go by like this? The literary world has only given me the pain of disappointment. Is there anything left that I can miss, endure the pain and be shy without regretting it? I Do we have to make peace with all the clans? I will listen to the words of our respectable social activists and print some words of "Do it! Do it!" on paper so that those who are studying can Should young people who are enthusiastic about social movements appreciate it? Questions like this often come and go in my mind, and my neurosis is always waiting to break out, like a high-pressure fire looking for a way out.

When I was chewing bread and reading the newspaper this morning, I saw an account of Rabindranath Tagore’s welcome meeting. I felt very disapproving of it. I said to T: "These people are more idle than me. I think I can spit in their faces even if they do things. "

"Do you think they are idle? They are busy trying to gain a little fame. "

"Then it's even more damning."

I threw the newspaper aside, but raised my head to look at the sky outside the window: a rectangular sky stretched across the upper half of my window, so turbid Like milk; only the right corner reveals a deep clear well that seems to have no bottom. On the one hand, the gloomy sky seems to be pressing down on me, and on the other hand, the quiet spring in the other corner is seducing me like the bright eyes of a beautiful woman, making me want to jump into this bottomless well. According to my own experience, this kind of annoying spring will never allow people to sit at home and do things calmly. Then I remembered the peach blossoms in Longhua that I had never seen during my illness.

N, who came back disappointed after missing out last week, said, “It’s time to open up everything now.”

I have no time to care whether it is open or not. Living in Shanghai feels like being in jail. I am lonely and have no entertainment. The arrogant men and women who are having fun under the shelter of outsiders make me feel sick. Several parks run by foreigners have been visited many times with a red face. Bansong Park is so shallow and boring. Where else can I stay? - When I was thinking about this, we were all dressed. .

As soon as I got downstairs, the postman delivered a bunch of letters. I briefly read the important letter. In addition to letters, there are some submissions and newly released books, magazine and newspaper supplements and the like. Recently, I have gradually become fond of reading novels by famous foreign writers. I am most afraid of reading these things sent to us; partly because I am afraid of increasing the pain of disappointment, and partly because I recently hate this kind of boring publishing that wastes good paper and persecutes printers. I tore up a magazine and gave it to N and T, telling them to use it diachronically. I had brought a few supplements from some weekly magazine; the two I had left behind had replaced a shoe brush.

"Thank you."

N and T couldn't guess who I was talking to and were stunned. Recently, because I hate lazy people, I often scold people who I think are lazy.

I can no longer hold back my anger towards this kind of idler who specializes in writing boring words to get the limelight, no matter how T tells me that this can hurt the feelings of those authors.

We gradually left the suffocating dust and smoke, and gradually walked onto the dirt road in the fields. I couldn’t help but think about it in the car, but the spiral in front of me often turned my thinking back, making me wonder. I couldn't think of systematic thoughts. I remembered that today was a spring outing, and I decided not to think randomly. I began to pay attention to the mulberry trees on the roadside, to the homes in the fields, and to the weak willows in the distance in front of the slow dancing wind.

In the turbid low sky, there are gradually groups of dwarf trees emitting light blue mist, looking like a child just waking up from a dream. Look, it has begun to breathe fresh air slowly because it is getting ready to jump!

The number of tourists seems to be gradually increasing, and the car cemetery passes by, leaving only a sound in the burst of flying dust. A sharp, sharp laugh. The carriage had to catch up with us. The proud young man and the proud and beautiful girl looked at us proudly a few times and then walked away.

We were all suffering in the dust. My spiral seemed unable to move forward, but the carriages and horses of the rich children had already passed by like water. My face seemed to be covered with dust. Proud rich men and women! You have decorated the facade of your gorgeous big store or restaurant, why do you come to abuse the passers-by on the road and insult me ??who is frustrated in visiting Huang?

Gradually, one by one, A peach tree in full bloom shades the houses on the street. The tourists looked left and right, pointing and shouting at each other, as if they were completely lost in the appreciation of the peach blossoms. Only the driver, who was dripping with sweat, was still moving forward with all his heart.

There was a patch of red peach trees on the right, but our car kept moving forward. After walking a long way, we arrived at Longhua. There were already a lot of tourists coming, and a tall tower first caught my attention. When I looked back, I found a temple on the other side of the crowd of cars and horses. N introduced us into this temple. This is the "Longhua Ancient Temple". It was already crowded with tourists. The women were busy burning incense, but the men were just running around. The architecture of the temple is not good. There are Qiuba living on both sides. The pale monks make people sick. Except for the ugly puppets, there seems to be nothing that can arouse people's religious emotions. Some women in colorful clothes were burning incense and kneeling everywhere. I used to only know that big silk and satin shops and large foreign goods stores were their most useful places, but now I discovered that they also have this use. We mingled among the crowd for a while and found the smoke unbearable, so we asked N to come to the rear and hurriedly escaped.

"Let's go and see the peach blossoms."--My suggestion stunned N. He looked at me and knew that I was not crazy because of the smoke, so he told me that the peach blossoms here were not. There are so many, we have seen quite a lot along the way. I almost laughed after hearing what he said, because Longhua, which is famous for its peach blossoms, only has a few of them, which is almost ridiculous.

We wanted to avoid these shallow men and women, so we took a secluded road. After turning a few corners, we have left them, breaking all barriers, and sincerely throwing ourselves into nature, the world is several times brighter than usual. I feel like I have a spring in my step now. Diligent farmers and simple peasant women are engaged in all kinds of slow and peaceful work, and they work tirelessly. This situation made me feel guilty for being lazy again. A company commander led a group of infantry around the field. I thought to myself that these are also idlers. Our nation has been turned into an hopeless zombie by such idlers.

I didn’t know where I was going, so I accidentally walked to a stream. A man in his thirties stood on the stone bridge and shouted. We hurriedly approached, and when we followed his gaze, we could see a small head floating up and down in the water. I want to run down to the stream. But I had already seen a farmer jump down with a "plop". The stream was not deep, and in an instant, the unfortunate child was carried to the other side. When we turned around to look at the peach forest with a red glow over there, we said to N and T: This man is a representative of our social activists.

While walking around a house, Pioneer N suddenly stopped. Several young girls were sketching there. N gently told me that this was a student from his alma mater, and the one in front was the girl D he had mentioned before. We walked over gently. Girl D smiled and nodded to N. It seemed like they had just arrived, and the picture was still blank. We were afraid that they would be embarrassed, so we called Xu and walked over. I was thinking about what N said to me, and I felt that Miss D’s red cheeks were more beautiful than peach blossoms, and her mood was even more beautiful.

There was an intoxicating aroma everywhere. I inhaled it deeply and felt like I was almost drunk. I think of a Japanese song from Japan's journey to the west:

My young life, I would like to wither the spring under the beautiful flowers,

When the bright moon reunites in the spring of February time.

A feeling of sadness suddenly arose in my heart. I looked into the distance, the inaccessible distance over there, hoping that I could collapse.

There is a beautiful red glow in front of a small village. We walked to it from the path in the field. We stood under the peach blossoms for a while, feeling that each other's faces were a little red. Walking in the spring breeze, I found several trees in full bloom. There was a private pavilion on the other side of the stream. We ran over to find a small bridge, knocked on the door, and walked around the garden a few times.

My sick legs tire easily, and I gradually fell behind. Seeing my situation, N and T also suggested going home early. I didn't want to interrupt their fun, but asked them to go to a few more places. When we passed the stone bridge again, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sketching girls had disappeared.

Tiredness finally forced me to take the car home. I asked myself: Am I just going to be lazy like this all my life? I said goodbye to the peach blossoms on both sides, and the peach blossoms seemed to be in a state of introspection. This time the coachman was not like the spiral, just jumping and shrugging. My mind is filled with peach blossoms, smoke, fog, sketching girls, people, representatives of sportsmen? A classic article about spring: "Spring Tour to the Summer Palace" by Shen Congwen

Beijing has a history of 800 years . The working people used their diligence and wisdom to build many large-scale and beautiful palaces, temples and gardens in the suburbs of Beijing, leaving them to our future generations. The gardens are large in scale, full of artistic ingenuity in flowers, trees, ponds, and exquisite in equipment. It is also particularly famous in the world. It was the "Old Summer Palace" built in the western suburbs during the reign of Emperor Qianlong more than 200 years ago. This famous garden was deliberately set on fire more than 90 years ago by the barbaric imperialist army after they looted all the important and precious cultural relics and furnishings from thousands of houses in the garden. The Summer Palace in the western suburbs was the garden that was built relatively late. Although some of the buildings were already in scale during the Qianlong reign, the main building complex was only completed a hundred years ago. The financial source of building this large garden was the tens of millions of taels of silver raised from the people on the pretext of restoring the national defense and navy. After the garden was completed, it was only considered privately owned by the emperor and his family.

It was not until the liberation of Beijing that this large garden became the public property of the people. The number of visitors to the Summer Palace is proof: in 1949, there were more than 266,800 visitors, and in 1955 they reached more than 1,787,000. People who visited the Summer Palace twenty years ago often felt that the garden was too big and spacious. In fact, there are just too few people who can play, so everywhere always seems empty. Many places are covered with weeds, and many buildings are crumbling. Tourists dare not go there. Now the general impression is that the garden is not too big. Although the promenade in the Summer Palace is already about three miles long, it is now crowded with tourists every Sunday. Even if it is widened and lengthened one or two times, it is still not enough.

With the arrival of spring, the flowers and trees in the Summer Palace are gradually blooming. In addition to thousands of tourists coming to see the flowers every day, there are also many young pioneers from suburban schools who come to the garden for day outings and various activities. Wholesome activities. Red scarves can be seen everywhere in the garden, and the healthy and happy laughter and singing of the successors of building the motherland can be heard everywhere. Coupled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the new green bushes full of vitality, the Summer Palace itself looks more beautiful and youthful!

Anyone who visits the Summer Palace can get a great deal by purchasing a brochure introducing the scenery in the garden at the ticket office. Much help.

There are also stacks of grain everywhere in and around the village.

When walking from the north, you can first stroll along the promenade. When you reach the end of the promenade, turn a corner and you will arrive at the big stone boat. The large stone boat was also built during the Qianlong period. A building was added to it sixty years ago. Five-color glass was a fashionable item at the time. In addition to large stone boats, there are often more than a hundred brightly painted small yachts moored here for rent. Tourists who enjoy boating and have strong hands can rent a boat and row to Qianhu Lake until they cross the Xifengyao Bridge, then go south, and then row back. That bridge is worth seeing. It is more appropriate to go around the Dragon King Temple in the middle of the lake and then cross the Seventeen-hole Bridge back. The bridge only feels beautiful when viewed from a distance, but only when viewed up close can you see the magnificent structure and solid engineering. It gives us a deeper understanding of the wisdom and greatness of the ancient bridge builders. By rowing in the direction of the boat, you can take in the entire scenery below Wanshou Mountain in the Summer Palace. When you look at it from different angles, you will find that the promenade around the front mountain and the white stone railing facing the water outside the promenade not only have a purely decorative effect, but also resemble a belt. The buildings on the front mountain are also grouped together and lifted out from the water. The design is really clever and ingenious. Tourists who are happy to switch from the empty lake to a quiet environment may wish to row the boat to the back lake. The water surface of Houhu Lake is narrow and tortuous, with deep woods and swarms of big fish. They are accustomed to the coming and going of small boats, so they are not very wary. In the autumn of Hou Lake, for a very short period of time, a kind of small golden lotus often suddenly appears on the water surface. One after another pokes its head out of the water surface, about two inches high. The flower head is only one inch in size, but it can be seen from a distance. We found out. When we get closer, we find that there is often a kind of black clearfly with a thin waist and narrow wings resting on the flowers, flying and stopping. They seem familiar yet strange to each other. It's like a new good friend, who seems a little shy when approaching quietly and affectionately. Everything is similar to the description in Andersen's fairy tale, but it is even more beautiful, and no one has written it yet. These tiny golden silk lilies bloom only three or four days a year, and little sunny flies hatch from the grass beside the lake. Their lives are also very short. We lack the childlike innocence of Andersen's poems, so it is difficult to imagine and experience the joy of their lives on a deeper level. When you see this kind of flower, it's best not to disturb it and let everyone see it. From Shifang up the mountain road, you can pass by the middle reaches of the painting. These houses are intentionally made to imitate the style of small southern buildings. They are very exquisite and exquisite. They will not be too comfortable to live in on a hot day, but they are particularly beautiful in the lake. Only when you reach the middle of the painting will you understand the purpose of the name. If in the spring of April, the beautiful flowers in the garden bloom one after another, and the new leaves of all the pines and cypresses also release their fragrance, these newly repaired and decorated buildings are completely wrapped in the flowers and trees, so that we have to pay attention to the creation and creation of it. The carpenters, bricklayers, and painters who have recently repaired it, as well as the workers who have been planting flowers and trees in the garden for many years, express their respect and gratitude.

There is another area of ??the Summer Palace that can also be counted as a tourist unit, which is the earthen ridge along the back mountain wall. Although this place is right in front of tourists, it is easiest to overlook it. This road goes north from the Garden of Harmony. When you reach the end of the back lake in front of a few big poplar trees, don't look back or turn. Then go west from a small dirt road to the small dirt hill. It is a path that can satisfy the curiosity of tourists. Along the way, you can clearly see the panoramic view of the back mountain and the lake from the branches and leaves of the Jinghuai forest. There are also quite a few old masson pine trees planted on the small ridge. On the protruding pine roots, one or two young artists will occasionally paint there. The place is very quiet and no one will disturb his work. What's more important is that when viewed from here, the scenery is compact and concentrated, like a picture frame. If he is a talented young painter, he will not only collect the bright red scarves among the trees and rocks, as well as the various activities of the people on the water, but also write their laughter and songs that express new life into the paintings. In fact, these painters look very much like a painting there, but it is a pity that the person who painted it can no longer be found.