Spring breeze blows my heart
I can't say which day. When I walk on the road, I suddenly feel that the wind has become warm. Oh, it's spring breeze.
Spring breeze rippling open my heart of melancholy, scattered the haze in my heart, wrinkled my heart of a pool of spring, spring breeze, let me tighten a winter's heart alive a lot.
Although it is still in the warm period, the spring breeze has replaced the heating. She blows the whole room gently. Compared with the artificial heat, it feels much better. It seems that everything is natural.
At noon, I was in a good mood and drank a little wine. Full of wine and food, lying in a comfortable bed, the warm spring breeze blowing in from the half open window, blowing my face, my body, my heart, like massage, like touching, I feel comfortable and comfortable all over. It's really "blowing face is not cold willow wind".
Too much wine, I didn't drink much, my mind was a little confused, and soon, I fell asleep. Hazy, feel the spring breeze from my face, not only itch my face, but also live my heart, thoughts in the mind long fly.
Years let me back from work, full of sadness, full of confusion, I was at a loss. I really have no way to go, life can only follow the years a little bit to the end? Open the previous blog, paragraphs of text, articles, and aroused my interest in writing. A little bit of true feelings and feelings permeate between the lines. Real thoughts and beautiful yearnings are reflected in the chapters. It is also a great spiritual enjoyment to let your thoughts roam in the artistic conception of the article. More than ten essays and novels with more than ten thousand words have proved their great harvest. This kind of enjoyment, this kind of harvest, is like "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of pear trees bloom".
"Who said inch grass heart, reported three spring sunshine.". My heart flew from Hong Kong City to Beijing, because, there are my concerns, there are my thoughts. My son's and daughter-in-law's phone call is always my waiting, and a short meeting is always my expectation. Although we are hundreds of miles apart, our hearts are always close at hand, and our feelings are always together. Dream, pick up a family together bit by bit, has become my best memory, and every memory, and deeply precipitated in the years of life.
Wake up, the spring breeze is still blowing, get up, feel the whole body refreshing, full of spirit. Yes, the spring breeze is so good. She enlivens my heart, gives me pleasure and brings me into a beautiful artistic conception.
Thank you, Chunfeng.
The spring breeze blows through my heart
Spring girl dressed in green spring yarn, wearing a colorful wreath, unconsciously, by the breeze came.
Just after a spring rain, rain like silk, light and fine, falling on the earth, neither heard the sound of the patter, nor feel the dripping rain, just feel like a kind of wet smoke, weaving a boundless green carpet, gently moistening the land and heart. The spring rain provides the crops, the wheat, the flowers, and the trees with the wonderful liquid. The sound of "rustling" is the heart of nature, which makes life glow in the flow.
On Saturday, after lunch, my mother and I took the No.5 bus to sanjiatang. After a long walk, I came to the ridge. Look up, wow! In front of my eyes is a natural pure green and yellow. Green is wheat, green vegetables, broad beans, yellow is rape, between the fields, there are farmers working hard.
My mother and I went through a rape field, and then through the wheat field, we came to a small piece of grassland. On the grassland, there are small mounds of soil almost every one meter, on which there are sparse grass, like green cushions on seats.
My mother and I sat in the ashes, enjoying the scenery of spring, talking about the topic of spring, listening to the footsteps of spring
Listen, the spring breeze is coming with light steps, facing the bright sunshine; you see, the spring breeze is blowing gently, passing the wheat field, brushing the face, light and persistent, just like a loving mother calling her children affectionately; the spring breeze is passing the branches of trees, sprouting out small buds, like a pair of small hands longing for a new life, laughing and shaking in the spring breeze; the spring breeze is passing Cauliflower, cauliflower bent over with a smile, shaking off the fragrance of the ground
Spring rain, spring * boundless, spring breeze. Ah, what a beautiful spring! I hope spring will stay in the Ministry of human resources forever.
The spring breeze blows through my heart
One day, the teacher asked us: what do you want to do when you grow up? Some students want to be a teacher imparting knowledge; some students want to be a pilot flying in the blue sky; some students want to be an angel in white who can save lives and heal the wounded. What is my dream? composition
In fact, I have had my dream for a long time. When I saw the watercolor pen for the first time, I was attracted by its gorgeous colors. Blue is like a vast sea, which makes me roam freely; green is like a warm spring breeze blowing across my cheek; red is like warm sunshine illuminating my heart Since then, I have a strong interest in painting, really "hand does not explain painting.". By the way, my dream is to be a painter who depicts the mountains and rivers of the motherland.
Painting, let me put on the wings of imagination: in spring, I came to the field, blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, green grass, it is really a season full of color, and the scene of the farmer uncle's hard sowing, I can't help but to record this beautiful picture. Summer, I came to the bottom of the clear stream, fish playing hide and seek in the sand, children playing in the water, from time to time came bursts of laughter, good a harmonious and beautiful picture, how can I not leave them in my heart? In autumn, I took a paintbrush, across the mountain stream, across the stream, a tempting fragrance brought me to the orchard of harvest, I will draw red persimmon, yellow pear, purple crystal clear grapes in this thick fragrance. In winter, the white snowflakes let me pick up the magic paintbrush and draw the laughter of children in snowball fights. Snowflakes also fall on my paintings one after another, leaving "little water flowers" on the drawing paper.
Dream is like a seed, sown in the soil of "heart". Although it is small, it can take root and blossom. "Nothing in the world is difficult, just for those who want to", only by working hard, can my dream come true!
The heart of spring
Spring is coming, spring is coming, we children These words bring my mind back to the time when I just changed school three years ago
At that time, I was very timid, and came to a strange environment, I stood in front of the platform at a loss. It was Mr. Chu who encouraged me and introduced me to my classmates. She specially arranged a seat for me to sit in the first row in the middle. Maybe Mr. Chu thought that I could not only listen to the teacher clearly, but also pay attention in class! Suddenly I felt a warm spring flowing slowly in my heart.
Miss Chu, you are like a bunch of sunshine, giving me the spring like warmth of this little tree.
Every time before the exam, you always remind the students to be careful. Before you leave, you have to deliberately add a sentence, especially you, Wu Tuo, take the exam seriously and don't be careless. Finish saying this, you will rest assured to go out of the classroom, you don't know, is this simple words, it gives me unparalleled power.
You worry a lot about my study, and what did I repay you? Think about your achievements: first, first, first, first, first, second, fifth, tenth, I'm just like the baby eagle, you gave me powerful wings. But my grades have dropped again and again, which makes you feel cold. It's all my fault that I have a bad attitude towards study, that I am arrogant and that I have failed to live up to your expectations of me
Miss Chu, you are like a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart. Please believe me, one day I will bring you a warm spring forever.
The spring breeze touches my heart
Spring, no matter where the spring is, people are happy and infatuated with it. With the passing of winter, everything revives and flourishes. In such a season, the mood of nature is quite good, stung me for a winter, happily go out for a walk, just out of the house, a head-on spring breeze flowing full of mind, in the wind, I was drunk.
In the distance, the unknown birds on the branches of the trees were whispering, and the leaves were swaying gently in the breeze. Spring in the south of the Yangtze River comes very early. In March, when it is warm and cold in the north, the weather is still very cold. People on the streets still have to wrap their thick clothes to resist the cold. People in Jiangnan have already taken off their winter cotton padded clothes and put on simple and bright coats. Grass is green, people's faces are full of smiles, and several children are playing on the lawn. All this should be attributed to the gift of nature. She skillfully arranged the alternation and transformation of the four seasons, so that everything was carried out in a quiet and harmonious atmosphere. As the messenger of spring, I pondered for a long time and thought, it should be the spring breeze!
The spring wind is not as swift and powerful as the winter wind, nor as bleak and silent as the autumn wind, nor does it have the change and directness of the summer wind. What she has is a kind of softness and serenity, like a weathered old man and a newborn baby. She is always quiet. She uses her softness to express her strength and beauty, and her connotation lies in her beauty Her calm. Spring is the season of the year. She is like an emissary. She seems to deliver all her hopes and entrustments to you.
I remember ten years ago, when I was still in the north, that is, in the early spring, I came to Jiangnan and came to work in the cities in the south. When I left, the north wind blew my face. After a day and night's train ride, I passed Zhengzhou and Xuzhou Through the car window, the sky became bluer and bluer, and the peculiar gray weather in the north gradually disappeared in the south. To the terminal, out of the door, a breeze from my body, released all my burden, relieve the nerves that had been numb for a long time, suddenly, all the unhappiness in my heart, all the misunderstanding, sadness and grievance with the wisps of spring breeze disappeared.
That is, from then on, I like the spring breeze, I like the season full of hope. I like to walk on the dew and bathe in the spring breeze one morning after the spring rain, to go to nature and find every beauty in my life.
Living in a busy city, complicated interpersonal relationships, heavy work pressure, nameless troubles, sometimes it's really breathless. However, in spring, my mood is very good, because every time I am wronged, I always communicate with Chunfeng. In Chunfeng, my mood returns to the starting point again and again, calm and detailed. Less fanaticism, less passion, but also to release the indifference, more a mature, more a rational, I should thank the spring breeze.
At the weekend, I go for a walk along the Yangtze River and have a bird's-eye view of the distant city from the high mountains. People rush across the river and come and go on boats. It's like a tranquil picture, leisurely and quiet. I thought quietly: I should start a new life. Although I am over thirty, I still have many expectations and dreams! Starting from the first 30 years of this year