Spring Composition in Poems 200 300

Spring is a season of reverie, it is not as hot as summer, but the temperature is moderate; It is not like the autumn when the grass and trees are withered and yellow, but full of vitality and greenery; It's not like the snow in winter, but the breeze gusts. I like the reverie of spring, and I like the story of spring even more.

The grass has such a touching story, spring has arrived, it has broken through the soil after many painful struggles, to meet the first day of sunshine and rain, to breathe the first breath of fresh air, it smiles, swaying in the breeze to its heart's content, it is free and easy, tender green leaves dot the earth. Regardless of the wind or rain, it does its best to send the most beautiful blessings and laughter for spring. The strength of Xiaocao is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of hardship is inspiring.

Throughout the ages, how many poets, lyricists, and writers have praised Xiaocao, although its life is short, it does not hesitate to dedicate itself to spring, it is great!

"Spring" in the poem

When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. When I saw my grandfather reading poetry, it was very strange that he would always shake his head while reading poetry, and his voice would be frustrated and suppressed. I asked my grandfather why, and he laughed and said:

Shaking your head while reading the poem is the only way to read the charm of the poem. At that time, I didn't know what the rhyme of the poem was, but I nodded knowingly.

I still remember that the first Tang poem I read and the first Tang poem I could recite was "Spring Dawn". I think the first time I made friends with "Spring Dawn" must have started in spring. "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. I asked my grandfather what he meant by "smelling birds", and he said that to smell is to hear, and when you get up every morning, don't you often hear birds? This is the "Smell the Bird". Oh, got it.

I read them one by one, and I read a lot of poems about spring. "Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. "Oh, I know that.

Wildfires were burning weeds, but they couldn't finish burning their roots, and when a gust of spring breeze blew, weeds were reborn. "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. I also understand these two sentences, I don't like this kind of scene, the country is ruined, although the mountains and rivers are still there, but the grass is all over the city, and the streets are full of barren trees.

read: "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A light ink picture appeared in front of me, and the poet's last sentence also used a questioning sentence structure, which made me imagine a picture of "bright moon" and "shine on me", which can be seen how much the poet Wang Anshi misses his homeland!

Zhu Xi has a song "Spring Day": "Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new." Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. "Gradually, I read poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.

Spring, in my poetic journey, all the way. It occupies an important place in the poetry I have studied, giving me endless inspiration and feelings, and making me read the charm of the poem.

Birds are heard everywhere. ** Add an extra comma.

Spring is a lightly paced painter, and when you perceive its arrival, it is.

The grass on the roadside sucks the nectar of spring, like a clever textile expert, weaving a green carpet with dots of green. Spring flowers are not afraid of the cold, against the cold wind, with a tenacious will, green, spike, flowering, the first to use life to report the arrival of spring to people. The blooming peach blossoms are like patches of rouge, dyeing the rich mountains and rivers red.

The morning glow of spring is like the peach on the girl's face, showing such softness, such purity, such diversity, and such splendid and affectionate. I can't help but think of the poetry of the ancients: "Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk strips hang down."

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yes, how the warm spring breeze is like a magical and dexterous pair of scissors!

I couldn't get enough of it, and I came to campus again. On both sides of the central road, the willow trees are dotted with countless new green leaves, swaying comfortably in the spring breeze, like the long flowing hair of a girl, like the soft gauze skirt of a fairy. The moon flowers are also blooming, and they seem to be too shy, and the fragrance is striking.

In this warm spring season, the red flowers are as gorgeous as the sun; Blue flowers, as clear as the sky.

The ancients said: "The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning." "The air is fresh in the spring morning, people get up early, some practice qigong in the mountains, some walk in the park, and some read books and ......In the spring, people can go out for a trip and go to the countryside for a picnic, and spring brings joy to people.