Wonderful fragments of nature

Look, the green curtains have been opened. Dressed in colorful clothes, Miss Chun walked lightly onto the stage. With a wave of her long sleeves, everything on the ground was dyed green. Miss Chun took out a beautiful flower basket from behind, took out bundles of colorful flowers from it with delicate hands and scattered them to the audience. Flowers fly to the green earth and green trees. Immediately, the green leaves were full of flowers. Flowers bloom in evergreen bushes, just like in green brocade, and the blooming flowers are embroidered with five-color silk threads. An intoxicating spring smile appeared on Miss Chun's red cheeks. She walked lightly off the stage with a smile.

The green curtains are closed.

summer

The green curtain on the stage slowly turns dark green, and then slowly opens. Ah, summer is out. Xia seems to be a lively teenager, striding onto the stage. Xia's eyes are burning with light, and she looks around the earth under the stage. Suddenly, the blazing sun appeared on the earth. The tree opened countless arms, covered the hot eyes in summer and cast a shade. The eyes of summer arrived there, where it was hot and sunny.

Xia used his stunt, closed his eyes with satisfaction and walked down. The dark green curtains are also closed.

autumn

Dark green curtains will soon turn into gold, which indicates that beautiful autumn will appear. The curtain slowly opened. Beautiful autumn, wearing golden clothes, appeared in the center of the stage. Autumn pointed with a thin hand, and the earth turned golden at once. Qiu took out a small pocket from her side, magically took out a rich fruit and threw it at the audience. There seems to be inexhaustible fruit in that bag. Heavy fruits fall to the earth and are covered with golden branches. What a fruitful autumn scenery!

Autumn is like a shy girl, smiling shyly and walking off the stage leisurely.

winter

Winter is coming! Winter is like a clean little girl, all white, and even the curtains have changed from gold to white. Wearing a white velvet hat, white velvet trousers and a pair of white leather boots in winter is like a lovely white velvet ball. With chubby little hands, she directed snowflakes to fly to the earth to clean up the dirt there. Snowflakes obediently obey the command of winter, dancing their beautiful hexagonal bodies and falling on the earth. In a short time, the earth was white and turned into a snowy world.

Looking at the changes on earth in winter, I smiled happily. Two dimples appeared on his chubby little face. She clapped her hands skipping like a happy little pompon, and then rolled off the stage.

White clean curtains also close with the departure of winter.

Just when the four magical actors showed their magical powers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the footsteps of Time Old Man also moved quickly. The winter performance ended, a year passed and a new year ushered in. The scenery on the earth is constantly changing with the changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Day after day, year after year, four magical magicians are performing their own programs on the big stage of nature. ...

May their programs become better and better, and make people love colorful nature more!

At dusk, how many touching scenes should take place in the grassland or moonlight under the stars, while people neglect the past in quiet sleep; Only when dawn comes to this grassland, people will find that the number of horses in their herds suddenly increases overnight. When people are surprised to approach, the horses will immediately be divided into two groups, one of which will run away from you. The long mane is like many floating satin pictures in the dawn light. Only then did I know it was a group of wild horses. At night, they mix with horses and play and chase with them. They are alert and good at running, and they wander around endlessly. Several of the strongest male wild horses lead. They are familiar with many herding horses. As soon as they meet, they smell each other with their noses, rub each other affectionately with their heads, and then get together to eat grass and have fun. At dawn, the herdsmen walked out of the yurt, which was the time for them to group. Male wild horses always protect female wild horses and wild foals from being discovered. When the wild horses stand far away from people, on the grassland at sunrise, you can also see the long mane of the male wild horses standing in the protection group, which hangs down to the knees and shines beautifully.

After sunrise, the grassland is thousands of miles away, which is the most convenient time to find mushrooms. Tianshan mushrooms are tender and plump, big and sweet. At this time, as long as you look at the grassland immediately, you can find some particularly green spots, which are mushroom circles. When you gallop towards it, it is easy to find mushrooms in the summer night sky in this circle of green butter grass with a diameter of three or four feet. Everyone will be tempted to see so many white mushrooms hidden in the green grass. If one hand is too busy, he will naturally pick it with both hands, and his pockets will not be full. He will naturally wear a hat and even riding boots. It is the happiest thing for a distant guest to pick so many fresh mushrooms for the first time. You wash fresh mushrooms in the stream without oil and salt. Just boiling them white will have a particularly fresh taste. Add a leg of wild lamb and it will be sweet and fragrant.

High in the Tianshan Mountains, there are often huge natural lakes, just like the bright mirror opened by a beautiful woman in her morning makeup. The lake is calm, the water is clear, and the white clouds in the sky and the surrounding snow peaks are clearly reflected in the water, melting the shadows of lakes and mountains into a crystal clear. In this quiet lake, the only thing that moves is the swan. The whiteness of the swan adds brightness to the lake, and the sound of the swan adds tranquility to the lake. People say that mountains are changeable, but lakes are changeable. If you look at the lake from a height, you will see a refreshing clear water in front of you. If you pay attention to it again, the fish scales are shining near your sight, like thousands of whitebait swimming, but they are as flat as a mirror in the distance, without any dust or hairspring. The farther the lake is, the deeper it is. From near to far, it is silvery white, light blue, dark blue and dark green, and the boundaries are very clear. Legend has it that there is such a lake, which is the tears of an unfortunate Kazakh girl in ancient times. The changing color of the lake symbolizes the 10 thousand kinds of sadness of that ancient girl.

Xuefeng stream forest

In July, the Gobi Desert in Xinjiang is hot and humid, so it is ideal to ride a horse to Tianshan Mountain. Ili in the north of Xinjiang and Yanqi in the south both produce good horses. Whether it is a Kazakh horse in Yili or a Mongolian horse in Yanqi, riding it to climb a mountain is like walking flat, fast and steady.

When you enter the Tianshan Mountains, the hot summer on the Gobi Desert is far from over, and the cold snow-capped mountains coming from you will immediately make you feel cool in autumn. The blue sky is lined with tall snow peaks. In the sun, a few white clouds cast shadows among the snow peaks, just like a few silver-gray dark flowers embroidered on white satin. Melting snow falls from high mountain streams and cliffs like thousands of glittering silver chains. This flying snow water merged into a swift stream at the foot of the mountain, and the waves were thrown upward, forming thousands of blooming Bai Lianhua. However, every time the water slows down, there are fish jumping. At this time, when you sit on the saddle beside Shuima River, you can overlook the clear water bottom through which the sun shines. Among the colorful waterstones, sparkling fish scales reflect the clear snow water, adding infinite vitality to the silent Tianshan Mountains.

Further down, Tianshan Mountain becomes more and more beautiful. Under the snow line of the white mountain peak, there is an endless green virgin forest. Dense tassels are like huge umbrellas, overlapping branches, leaving only mottled and tiny shadows. When riding through the forest, you only hear the sound of water splashing on the rocks, which adds to the silence of the forest. In the depths of this beautiful forest, even birds rarely fly, and occasionally only a few birds can be heard in the distance. At this time, if you get off your horse and sit on a rock and smoke, although the sun is shining outside the forest, your cigarette butt is shining in the dense forest that has blocked the sun. Judging from the two charred dead trees found by chance, it seems that there may have been hard hunters here, who made a fire in the middle of the night and roasted the game they caught. There are flocks of wild sheep, grass deer, bison and wild camels on this day.

If it is still like autumn to enter Tianshan Mountain, it is like spring to go further inside. The mountain color gradually becomes soft, the mountain shape gradually becomes soft, and you will feel tender and fat when you reach out. The water here is slow and haunts every foot of the mountain. On both sides of the gently rippling stream, wild flowers are blooming higher than the horse's head. They are red, yellow, blue, white and purple, colorful, as long as endless brocade, as dazzling as rosy clouds on the horizon, as gorgeous as Changhong in the sky. This dense layer of wild flowers is ten feet high. The flowers are eight-inch agate plates with large petals. The horse walks in the sea of flowers, which is particularly vigorous, and the person floats on the sea of flowers, which is also particularly energetic. You don't have to leave the saddle on the horse, so you can hold your favorite big flowers with your little hands.

Although it is not spring in Tianshan Mountain at this time, what spring garden can compare with the boundless flowers in Tianshan Mountain at this time?

On summer nights, there are many mosquitoes, so I shook my cattail leaf fan and sat under the locust tree, looking at the small blue sky through the dense leaves. ...

In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.

The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, twinkle and flap tiny spots. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time.

The undulating loess along the road rolled like waves. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell.

The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; Hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun is shining in the dark blue sky; The shore opposite us is the Yanmai field in Huang Chengcheng. In some places, absinthe grows, but there is not even an ear of wheat.

When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose.

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night.

That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. Those dense poplar leaves, like running water, are rustling day and night, quietly and loudly flowing where people can't see them.

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been swallowed for a long time, suddenly jumped out, like a freshly baked golden plate, dazzling and glowing with golden light, illuminating the whole earth. Frogs on the lotus leaves, grasshoppers in the grass and birds on the branches are all awakened by this sudden light, cheering and singing loudly.

In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather.

The rolling purple light, half hidden behind the poplar road, casts colorful light on the waking earth. Gradually, the dazzling clouds were parted, the sun appeared like a fireball, and the red light like fire poured down on trees, plains, oceans and the whole earth.

There is no moon at night, and the stars are particularly dense. After eleven o'clock, everyone went to bed. It is really quiet around. I'm afraid an embroidery needle can be heard when it falls to the ground. The dark sky is dotted with piles of unknown names, hand in hand in a big circle, which looks like pearls and precious stones embedded in the collar. I really can't sleep at the moment. I got dressed and got out of bed. I went to the window and looked at the sky blankly. The chaotic starlight and the silent night scene, if coupled with a crescent moon bent like an eyebrow, are not as beautiful as the scenery we went to Central Park last year?

At night, it's too quiet. The moonlight, like a mist made of hazy silver gauze, sheds solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces. The sea seems to be asleep, too, and I hear the gentle waves whispering on the shore.

The night is dark and the moon is hanging in the sky, but I don't know where to hide, because this lady Diana (the moon god in Greek and Roman mythology) sometimes sneaks to the other side of the earth, which makes the mountains here dark and the fields dark.

The scorching sun is high above the world. The red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground caught fire, reflecting the flame of boiling oil. Transpiration, suffocation, coolness and strangeness almost make people's underlying cells and fibers burst because of trembling.

Under the bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; When flies and bees fly to the shade of trees, their songs seem to become particularly gentle; Oil-green grass, without any gold, is fresh and lovely, and looks flat without any fluctuation; The slender stems stand upright and do not tremble, as if they have lost their dreams; There are countless small yellow flowers hanging on the short branches of the bodhi tree. They are motionless as if they were dead. With each breath, the fragrance permeates the heart, and the heart can easily absorb the fragrance. Far away, on the other side of the river, until the horizon, everything is brilliant; From time to time, a breeze passes by, wrinkling Ye Ping and strengthening the light; A bright mist enveloped the whole field. Birds are silent. In the hot noon, birds never sing. However, the hehe sound of the weaver girl is everywhere. Listening to the warm singing of life makes people sit quietly in the quiet shadow and feel extremely happy; It makes people sleepy, but it also tempts deep fantasy dreams.

The afternoon sun was so strong that even the water in the rice fields was steamed to make a tiny noise. The leaves of the seedlings can stand the paper, lose their green luster and have no wind. People walk on the ridge of fields with seedlings on both sides, so hot and sweaty that it is inconvenient to breathe, and no one wants to come out.

The fresh air makes the earth vast and infinite. Everything is far away, calling people to the blue edge of the earth. Standing in this place, I saw the sun rise more than ten times, and every time a new world was born in front of me, full of novel beauty.

It's not sunrise yet, it's just a little dawn; This is a wonderful and infinite moment. In the deep white sky, there are still a few stars scattered. The ground was dark, the sky was white, the weeds trembled slightly, and everything was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark seems to meet the stars and sing in the sky. The vast sky seems to hold its breath and listen to the ode that this little life sings for the boundless universe. In the east, the glass mountain canyon reflects the bronze horizon, showing its shadow; The dazzling Taibai Star hangs on the top of this mountain, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark Shan Ye.

Mountains, trees, jungles and mounds in the distance are hazy, like veils. The night is not the same black, and the mountains, forests and hills all have different colors; There are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and dark gray like silver, which is very suitable for China painters. All this is not static, it seems to float mysteriously, swimming with pedestrians and approaching them.

You can see the orange round glass roof under the tree, and the misty fog rises from the canyon. Quiet lilac flowers, flowers have not yet opened, immersed in the moonlight. All the flowers are wet with dew and can be neatly separated from each other. Light and shadows are mixed together, just like those on Australian trails, as if they are not made up of trees and roads, but transparent houses hanging in the air.

The water of Qinhuai River is blue and turbid; Does it look thick but not greasy, or is it condensed from the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? When we first got on the boat, it was still dark, and the gentle waves were quiet and euphemistic. We were vast in the sky and fascinated by paper and money. When the light is turned on, the darkness becomes heavy; The hazy water is like a dream, and the occasional flashing light is the eyes of the dream.

At first glance, the sparse forest and the faint moon are quite like the sight of crossing the river in the blue sky; Over there, it is dark and seems to hide endless darkness; It is almost unbelievable that this is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dim lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal scrolls, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeaky huqin sound finally let us know the Qinhuai River, which is as green as old wine. There are many streaking days here, and it feels late at night; From the sunny Shui Ying, what we feel is just a thin night-this is the night of Qinhuai River.

The sun has turned to the top of the western hills. The bleak light shines on the blood in the snow and the vast Shan Ye. Shan Ye is white, and there are no traces of roads.

It is late at night. The dark blue sky, like being washed by clear water, is as clean, soft and solemn as water; There is no moon, no swimming clouds, and the blue sky in Wan Li has only twinkling stars, just like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on boundless blue satin. Dewdrops, quietly condensed. Where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, the heart-shaped leaves of poplar were covered with dew. The dew grew bigger and rounder. Suddenly, a drop of dew rolled down, another drop, pattering, pattering. ...

The night is getting darker and darker, and villages, Woods, potholes and ditches all seem to fall into mysterious silence at once.

The dying moon still lingers on the edge of the dark forest in despair. The river is silvery from time to time, and there is no wind. However, the treetops are swaying slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the boulevard cast long and unpredictable shadows. The fountain spits water and makes a wonderful rustling sound in the silent night.

In the morning, I deeply breathe the fresh air full of mountains and valleys with frost, and feel energetic and full of strength. It seems that I became an excellent hunter who can catch tigers in the mountains and wrap jiaozi in the water overnight.

The morning glow gradually shows purple, blue and green colors. The rising sun showed the first light. Never seen this bright red so red; I have never seen such a bright red. The fireball rose in an instant; The rosy clouds are hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever changing; Space emits a hundred beams of light.

When the sun sets ... when the silver-gray twilight covers the grassland, you will see countless fire spots, which are herders burning copper pots to prepare dinner. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

In the dead of night, listening to the pendulum swing indifferently and constantly ... Night and sleep cover the earth, and everything is silent.

When the earth just woke up from dawn, clear laughter came from the solemn and cool orchard. The joy of birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles, who love to fly around in the morning breeze, are running around uneasily. Dense leaves wriggle slightly on the spreading branches, but they can't cover up the fruits. You can see the dew shining occasionally in that bush, just like the dazzling stars in a foggy night. A layer of fluff or a thin cream on those red skin is even softer and wetter. Clouds rose in Ran Ran, and through the thick green leaves, golden clouds sparkled, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the Woods.

One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song sounded the sound of autumn insects, and occasionally accompanied by several accompaniment, the fruit blew on the ground intermittently, like a cold eggplant. Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away, like a country girl, shy. People used to say, "However, before she started coming towards us, we shouted and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." That's one o'clock The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it. But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the surging "Tao" sound. The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall. The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.

On a summer night, the sky is full of shining stars, just like a galaxy paved with subdivided quicksand lying in the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze, there were occasional barks from two dogs, and the deserted street was silent.

At night, a cool breeze blows gently. I am blowing the leaves of sorghum with dew, roaring poplars, shining rivers and Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks. He is hot all over. What a beautiful summer night! The glittering and translucent stars are shining with touching light in the boundless gray sky. Grasshoppers, crickets, frogs and cicadas who have not slept are singing lyric songs gently in the grass, by the pond and in the cracks of trees. When the vast fields are sleeping in silence, green crops, gurgling rivers, winding dirt roads in the dark, fragrant wild flowers and leaves, rich and fresh intoxicating air, and legendary revolutionary struggle life are all particularly charming, giving people a good feeling on this unusual night.

At this time, everything was silent, only the silence and darkness of the warm night surrounded them. Mockingbirds living in wild roses and honeysuckle flowers occasionally wake up from small dreams and sing shy and beautiful songs. Then, as if after careful consideration, it was completely silent again.

At night, the high blue sky is sparsely inlaid with gem-like stars, and the sky always shines like a ghost eye. The air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice. The dreamy sense of security on a summer night makes all creatures seem to want to let the Russians sleep. Although there are grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi's faint cries, their voices are so faint and far away, as if they were dreaming!

Near dusk, the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red spreads around, covering half the sky, and gradually fades from layer to layer until it turns gray. Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky.

The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled on Phnom Penh, bursting out with two or three fiery sparks, so the vague outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged with continuous light blue lines.

In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it. "A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular. "There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. " This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel the space themselves. "Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. " This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is natural and apt, common in cleverness and strangeness. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily. "Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a distant book, and the fish holds a fragrant hook near the rocky mountain. " This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read. "Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is not cold. " This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan and Shang in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature. "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection. "Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain flattens on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. " This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it, so they chase it happily, so they are carefree, but people are different. They know that spring comes and goes. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. Poets cherish spring. The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth. The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool. Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"? Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence. Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is silently bred by neglected grass.