Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Part 1 After reading the article "Spring", I feel deeply that spring is a starting point. As long as your start is perfect, the future will be infinitely beautiful. "Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looks like just waking up, and I open my eyes happily. The mountains are brighter, the water is rising, and the sun's face is blushing - "Spring is like a strong young man, with iron arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward." What a poetic prose! Spring is the season when all things revive. Spring is the season when grass grows and orioles fly, and flowers bloom. Spring is the season full of vitality. After reading this article, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the author's superb writing techniques, as if I was taken to a paradise. Tender, green grass covered the fields, and the children were playing carefree. Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees are all full of flowers. Flowers of various shapes are scattered on the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. "The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", the wind touches you like a mother, and is mixed with the smell of soil, grass and flowers. Rain is the most common thing in spring. It is like cow hair and flower needles, awakening all things. "The plan for the year lies in spring." Spring can refresh people's spirits. Spring is a beginning, just the beginning, full of time and hope. Spring is like a baby that just landed. It is new from head to toe and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, in full bloom, smiling, walking, and holding on. Spring is the opportunity to continue to move forward to a new stage. As long as you work hard, success will be yours! All the previous frustrations and disappointments have been blown away by the spring breeze. What comes towards you is a new beginning. Everything in the past has long become history. Spring is a starting line. Work hard and work harder, and your start will be perfect. Our motherland should also be like spring, like a giant dragon circling in the east, which will one day "fly high"! After reading this article, I deeply realized: Spring is like an uncultivated virgin land. If you work hard in the spring, you will surely reap a fruitful golden autumn!
Zhu Ziqing's prose "Spring" Chapter 2 Walking through Mr. Zhu Ziqing's writings is like walking into a forest, with the sky above your head being covered by The shade of the trees is tight, but the forest exudes a lazy and natural and harmonious light. It is not a gorgeous lighting lamp, but a soft color that reflects the author's inner emotions. Red, pink, orange, blue, indigo, cyan, purple, so I seemed to be in many different worlds. ——Inscription: "The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, and they will bloom again; the peach blossoms have withered, and they will bloom again." I learned this "Hurry" when I was in elementary school. At that young age, I was ignorant and naive. In this world, the more than 3,000 days we have spent excitedly in Chinese textbooks are condensed into a number, and then we add one to this number every day, and finally forget about it after a month. It's all like this. But time is still passing by, and the days are still running in the opposite direction to us day by day. Then we passed the fifth grade, passed the sixth grade, and now we are about to enter high school again. Sometimes I really feel that the speed of light is so incredible. No matter whether we are happy or sad, no matter how much we kneel down and pray to God for more time, time continues to run indifferently, and then we suddenly realize that we start to work hard and work hard. Start learning to race against time at the same speed or faster than time. Sometimes we will win. We have paid a lot more than we should within a limited time, and at this time we will have a wonderful sense of accomplishment. But this kind of persistence is really difficult. There were many times when I excitedly made a plan before the time came, and kept encouraging and comforting myself, "I have set a plan according to my ability, and I will definitely be able to complete it!" I felt better. I am also interested in adding beautiful lace to my schedule. But the plan always fails to keep up with the changes, the deadline is over, and the mood becomes worse. There are only a few red ticks on the plan. What can I do? There are too many tempting things, and they are always too good for me, and I feel that I can’t I have wronged myself, so my actions follow my will.
Therefore, after I turn 15 in June, my goal in the new year is to learn how to use my time and make myself proud of my contribution to success! Let’s race against time together, and then run in small steps to exceed the time. Run again to open up a big distance in time, and look back and enjoy the joy of victory!
Chapter 3 of Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" If there is one article that is most suitable to be read aloud in spring, can you read it? A kind of ultimate beauty that can make your heart melt warmly when you read it, and your eyes almost burst into tears of pleasure when you read it. It should be "Spring" by Zhu Ziqing. Please imagine: in the winter that has endured the cold wind and snow for a long time, the heart and eyes are as dry and dry, looking forward monotonously and lonelyly, even to the point of despair. Suddenly, hula la, miracles of heaven and earth, bright colors, bright splendor, crisp sounds and sweet smiles crowded around us. Oh, read "Spring", who can't sing happily? "Spring" brings us a sense of life, a awakening of enlightenment in the softest part of the soul. Every word in it is like a fish eager to jump out of the water. They follow the footsteps of spring, awaken our silent feelings, walk out of the gloomy realm of despair, and smile to the hopeful paradise where we can sing to our heart's content. Go ahead. This is the strongest feeling I had while reading "Spring" again today, which I never had before. In more than one place, I read "Spring" in other people's eyes and was assimilated by the appreciation of "structural beauty", "language beauty" and "emotional beauty". More than once, from this perspective, I took the children to walk in "Spring" and let them read it, appreciate it, and understand it. The childlike voice added to the spring atmosphere of the classroom, so I was naturally proud of the "success" of teaching. However, I have never been moved, nor have my children been moved. It's very simple. It's Zhu Ziqing's own "Spring". It's an article called "Spring".
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Chapter 4 "Spring" is looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near. Everything looked like I had just woken up. I opened my eyes happily. The mountains were brighter, the water was rising, and the sun was blushing. The grass secretly emerged from the earth, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, hide and seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees are all full of flowers if you don't let me, or if I don't let you. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. The willow wind blowing on your face is not cold. It feels good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind carries the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all of which moisten the air slightly. Brewing inside. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear singing voices to their friends, singing melodious tunes that echoed with the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long. Rain is the most common thing. It lasts for three or two days at a time, but don't worry. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof of the house. The leaves are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on small roads and beside stone bridges, there are people holding umbrellas and walking slowly, and there are farmers working in the fields, wearing raincaps and hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain. There are gradually more kites in the sky, and there are more children on the ground. Every household in the city and countryside, old and young, all come out one by one, as if they are rushing out. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things. The plan for a year begins in spring. At the beginning, there is a lot of time and a lot of hope. Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, blooming and walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man, with iron-like arms, waist and feet, leading us forward.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Chapter 5 The smile of spring spreads across the rivers, mountains and sky, over the pavilions and faces, the willow branches sprout golden buds for the first time, like thousands of goose-yellow eyebrows, light and faint. There are seemingly non-existent green cheeks as light as green and pink.
The water is melting and the ice is disappearing, the wind is soft and the clouds are floating, the feeling of spring is getting stronger, the feelings are getting warmer, and the outline of early spring has clearly taken shape. As the fine grass grows, dreams flutter their wings and fly gently. Spring opens the door, lingering around my feelings and my love. The primroses are yellow and sparkling, the azaleas are red and red, and the white cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The first sentence I learned in my life was "The plan for a year lies in spring." At that time, I did not understand the connotation and power of this motto, and I wasted no time in the brightness of the morning sun and the splendor of the sunset. Now the spring breeze has passed through so many cold and heat periods on the spring branches, and has drawn so many forehead lines on my forehead, only to realize the rapidity of spring. Beautiful spring flowers bloom in the hope of the heart, powerful horses gallop on the vast plains, and the sentiment of cherishing spring overflows in the scene of early spring, affixing a registered trademark of unremitting perseverance to oneself. People who cherish spring are often afraid of flowers blooming early. If you want to complete a project, start it in early spring. If you have a project to complete, sketch it out in early spring. If you want to finish a paper, start it in early spring. If you want to sow seeds in early spring, sow hope in early spring, sow diligence in early spring, release your wishes in early spring, and wait for the golden harvest. Spring sings in the warm wind and rolls on the top of the grass. I believe that you, like me, will feel the breath of spring and follow the footsteps of spring.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Chapter 6 Nenjiang, whose expression had been pale and stiff all winter, finally showed a soft-hearted, watery expression showing all kinds of tenderness under people's expectations. It is exactly the situation described in the ancient poem "Both Banks of the Spring River" by the poet Yao Yajun: "Spring comes again with the tender water, and the ice blocks thousands of peaks covering the dusk clouds. The winter snow is gone with thunder and thunder, and it rains all day long." Although enduring the winter made her look a little thin, as the old saying goes, if you have bones, don’t worry about meat. I believe that before long, the spring rains will come and nourish her to become more plump and tender. The weather seems to be unable to turn around for a while, so it is still gloomy at one moment and smiling brightly at the next. Yes, isn't it just spring? You have to give the seasons a space to change and adapt. Dadi, who had just taken off his white mask, was greedily breathing in the fresh air replaced by the cool wind. There were obvious traces of healthy sweat on his skin that was dark with excitement. Those tender grasses like stubble didn't dare to dig out all at once. They just found a sunny place, quietly poked their little heads out, and shook their heads in the wind with some joy and some uneasiness. Looking forward to Chun's follow-up news. It seems that they are holding back their energy, and once it is confirmed that spring has really brought warmth and moisture, they will grow like crazy. People during the holidays, especially young men, women and children, no longer cared about the slight chill in the spring breeze. They all took off the heavy cotton-padded clothes they had been wearing for several months and put on spring shirts one after another. Looking up, in the busy city and on both sides of the streets, there are colorful things jumping and dotted everywhere. In this way, we consciously dress up a vibrant northern spring in advance. The spring in Nenjiang, my hometown, is like this, just as described in the poem "Spring in May" written by the poet Zhang Haiyao: after the rain, the sun rises in the sky again, and the May wind blows on my face. Who says the end of the world is near? Spring swallows are still heading north. Another example is the poet Long Hao's "Late Spring": In the ancient post, the valley rain did not bloom, and the water, trees, and flowers fell into mist. A pair of swallows murmured, but they did not fly across the fence to disturb my house. Having heard and witnessed all this, who can say that spring in the North is late? Isn’t it coming happily?
Zhu Ziqing’s Prose "Spring" Chapter 7 The startling spring thunder roars The earth is awakened, the flowers are blooming, and the birds are laughing. People happily went to sow seeds in the fields. In the first rain of spring, the rows of bricks on the tile-roofed houses in the countryside are like squares in a military parade, walking towards the future with the exciting singing, and towards the future with the sound of dripping rain. Hope goes. The rain has been falling, and the dead leaves on the trees have fallen to every corner of the courtyard. The moss on the wall is greasy and tender, and small earthworms are rolling and shaking in the soil. In the pond outside the door, the green water plants are densely packed together, and the frogs are crawling, roaring loud and loud songs like guards, and the sound of rain, thunder, wind, frogs and other sounds are heard. In the distant fields, in the hazy mist, figures wearing raincoats are singing farm songs, rolling up their sleeves, scattering grains of grain, and the scenes of farming are like ink pens rendering paper. The horse in Zhonggoule is galloping.
The rain stopped, the dark clouds in the sky moved away, revealing the blue of the sea. The bright sunshine shone into the window sills of every house. The windows and doors were gently opened, and the bright light imprinted the joyful scenery. On the face, the fresh breath invaded the sleeping hair follicles. Looking out, colorful silks and satins span the water and the sky over there. In the countryside and in the alleys, groups of children happily ran to the grass, laughing and jumping. Spring has quietly sown buds of happiness on the earth, which have been growing.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Chapter 8 I have always liked a word - cut wind. Imagine that the word "Jiangjian" should be spat out from a small mouth, with the white teeth slightly exposed, and slide on the tip of the tongue. Two words, like crystal pomegranate seeds, popping out briskly. The shadowless, colorless and odorless wind becomes colorful, vivid and fragrant, as if one can see the skirts blowing in the wind on the seaside and the orioles passing through the green willows. Jianjian, like a child's nickname, is crispy, tender and tender, making people cherish it. Wind is man's closest partner. In our rich language, wind also has many affectionate nicknames. Nuannuan is the name of the spring breeze in the south. Like Xiaojiabiyu, she has a kind face, likes to lower her eyebrows and whisper, and exhales like a orchid. With the most delicate thoughts, a pair of small scissors in the hand, cut the green buds on the willow branches, and spring appears shyly. With the warm spring breeze, you raise your hands again, and spring becomes a newlywed bride. She lifts her hijab, trims her eyebrows and brightens her eyes, and nature suddenly becomes radiant. Haohao, it is the posture of the spring breeze in the north. Rushing all the way, he tore down the gray war flag in the winter sky, conquered the spring water of a river that had been imprisoned for a long time, and then showed a bright smile. Spring has arrived like a winner. When he came, he took charge of the mountains, rivers and cities. Even the people of Li bowed their heads sincerely, put on spring clothes, sang and danced, and sang the carols of spring. The cool breeze is the most refreshing word in summer. The chirping of cicadas in the afternoon is monotonous and lengthy. At this time, the wind in the forest began to sing a cappella, one after another, as if coming from the distant seaside, covered with cool water vapor, sliding comfortably over the skin. All the worries were immediately blown away without a trace. On summer nights, my grandmother’s cattail leaf fan was blowing with the gentle breeze. Those distant and mysterious stories were blown soothingly and long under the starry sky. What about autumn? The wind in autumn is the most free and easy, just like Li Bai's poem, wanting to reach the sky. Sasha is the nickname of Qiufeng. The autumn wind is like a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, whipping up his whip and shouting, the sky is high and the clouds are pale. The autumn wind is like a horse racing in the fields, and the grain, melons and fruits are all imbued with a layer of mature charm. In nature, the autumn wind is the most romantic band. As soon as it blows the melodious prelude, people are immersed in the colorful chorus. The autumn wind, at midnight one day, let out a slight sigh, completing the transition from rustling to rustling. Sese is a tired guest who has experienced vicissitudes of life after the night rain in Jianghu. All the passion and dreams of his life were given to Sa Sa, leaving him with only Zhengchen. The howling autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves are flying, and the grass is dying all over the sky. Nature watches the world go by with an unconfused attitude. Calm and peaceful, there is also a little loss and regret. Sese is just a pair of trembling hands, with the veins of time climbing on them, desolate and cold. Life is meant to go through such miserable years. Only in this way can we better understand the joys and sorrows of life. Fierce, it should belong to winter, with passion that burns like fire, and the power to collide and sweep away everything. The west wind, north wind, and northwest wind all have the sound of hunting, and people can hear the sound of flags waving. The fierce wind condensed into a sharp whistle. It flew past the ear, like an arrow, which was frightening. The sound of the wind is like a distant whistle, from far to near, which reminds people of the ancient battlefield, with the setting sun like blood, the sound of wind and cranes, and the atmosphere is solemn. At such times, the distant world has the clearest echo, which is the language of the fierce west wind. The wind is a child wandering in the vast territory. He has an unrestrained and free soul, and is so naughty and willful. He is sometimes docile, sometimes surly, and sometimes violent. As the years change, the wind blows from ancient times to the present, blowing the sea and the world. Many stories in the wind have become old. The wind has always been hidden behind the hustle and bustle, fueling all the stories. If the east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, the words in the history books will appear in another form, and the fate of those heroes at the forefront of history will be overturned. The breeze of the years slowly turns the pages of history, and the accumulated stories ripple slightly, as if the wind is passing through the lake. I don’t know how people discovered the existence of wind in the earliest times.
Who whispered Feng’s baby name for the first time? In a tone of voice calling a baby. Calling with different drumbeats, they came from the distant years, stopped for a while, and then drove the chariot of time toward the distance. Call the wind's nickname softly, chase the footsteps of the wind, go through reincarnation season after season, and let the years in the wind fly little by little.
Zhu Ziqing's Prose "Spring" Chapter 9 Spring, summer, autumn and winter are four sisters with their own characteristics. It is these four sisters that make up the various four seasons, and spring is even more great. Spring is a warm term. She was a pregnant woman herself, and what she carried in her belly was everything in the world. When she was ten months pregnant, she gave birth to nature from her belly, and then used her vital "milk" to nurture and grow nature. And her milk is the spring rain we are familiar with. The spring rain in March and April danced in the gentle wind. Chun generously dedicated her rain to the creatures of nature, but she left quietly without waiting for the return, letting the pungent Xia Lai lead them. When nature once again because of "Sleeping" due to the cold wind, she comes again, awakens nature again, leaves again and repeats this process without interruption. Spring, she is not only a good mother, but also a hairdresser. When Willow was still growing, she used her invisible scissors to cut off Willow's hair bit by bit, creating their black and green hair. People often think that this is attributed to Xia, but they don't know that Spring is there. She laid the foundation for them when they were young, but she never accepted the honor, always letting the shrewd Xia come to receive it. Spring, her wind moistens the heart and lungs. Every time people go through winter, she will let the spring breeze flow out of her bag to moisturize the earth. I often swim in the forest when spring comes, enjoying the surrounding scenery. Everything; the grass, moistened by the spring breeze, also dances with the spring breeze, as if the spring breeze has given them new life. The woods, due to the blowing of the wind, let go of its long-hidden voice, "swish, swish, swish"! The woods. Those who are singing for spring. Spring is like a cup of warm water, nourishing the cold soul.