Analytic essay, rush 5

Spring. Zhu Ziqing

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moistened, the waters are rising, and the sun is up.

Blushing.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at the big one.

The film is full. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, and the pink ones are like them.

Like a glow, white like snow. The flowers have a sweet smell; When I closed my eyes, Murakami seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: variegated, famous.

Words, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

Blowing the face does not chill the willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some freshly turned dirt.

The scent, mixed with the smell of grass and the scent of various flowers, brewed in the slightly moist air. The birds set up their nests.

Among the flowers and young leaves, he was happy, and he called his friends to show his crisp throat, and sang a tune like a twist, with the breeze.

The flow of water should be in harmony. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow also sounded loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, three or two days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow's hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, dense.

The ground was weaving diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke was shrouded in the roofs of people's houses. but the leaves of the trees were shining green. The grass is also so green that your eyes are pressing.

In the evening, the lights are on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are still peasants working in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses, sparse, were silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky, and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, are also rushing.

One by one, they all came out. Relax and refresh your muscles and bones, shake your spirit, and do your own thing.

The plan of the year lies in the spring", at the beginning, some are labor, and some are hope.

Spring is like a doll that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, and it grows.

Spring is like a little girl, with flowers and branches, smiling, walking.

Spring is like a sturdy young man, with iron arms and feet, and he leads us forward.

People say: "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world." "We took a wooden boat on the Li River to see the mountains and rivers of Guilin.

I have seen the magnificent sea, and I have enjoyed the mirror-level West Lake, but I have never seen water like the Li River. The water of the Li River is so quiet, so quiet that you can't feel it flowing; The water of the Li River is so clear that you can see the sand and gravel at the bottom of the river; The water of the Li River is so green, so green that it seems to be a flawless piece of jade. The microwaves stirred up by the oars diffuse water ripples, so that you can feel that the boat is moving forward and the shore is moving back.

I have climbed the majestic Mount Tai and visited the fragrant mountain with red leaves, but I have never seen a mountain in this area of Guilin. The mountains of Guilin are really strange, one by one rises from the ground, each is not connected, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel, the strange peaks are listed, and the forms are thousands; The mountains of Guilin are really beautiful, like emerald green barriers, like newborn bamboo shoots, bright colors, reflecting in the water; The mountains of Guilin are really dangerous, the dangerous peaks are standing tall, and the strange rocks are craggy, as if they will fall down if they are not careful.

Such a mountain surrounds such a water, such a water reflects such a mountain, coupled with the misty clouds in the air, the green trees and red flowers in the mountains, and the bamboo raft boats on the river, which makes you feel like you have walked into a continuous picture scroll, which is really "the boat travels on the blue waves, and the people swim in the painting".

The Joy of the Four Seasons The wind rises and wrinkles a pool of spring water. The flying catkins said, "Spring has returned to the earth."

The bees and butterflies dance, the trees laugh and the flowers are noisy, and we go to the happy hometown. The pen played the clear stream, the footsteps woke up the spring grass, and the mood infected all things. In the spring breeze, we are in the mood to dance.

The scenery is beautiful, the heart is happy, and the feelings are happy. "Cluck", my friend freezes my bright smile. The beauty of spring is intoxicating, and it is the spring breeze that awakens the joy of my recent hibernation.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. "In the hot summer, with a book, I hid in the bamboo forest, my eyes traveled on the path of the bamboo forest, and my heart began to walk in the wonderful story. In the beautiful natural scenery, I let it go; On the wonderful book journey, I forgot about it.

The love floats, and the heart also swings, until the happy kingdom on the other side of the mountain. In the big couplet of the Pi Huai Cicada, the yellow sand when Zhaojun is out of the plug, the group fan when the Diao Chan dances lightly under the moon, the white silk when bathing in Yuhuan Huaqing Pool, and the ripples when Xizi Huansha is already another happiness in the subconscious! The music that makes people sigh is originally in the pages of the book under the smoldering friends of summer.

A sycamore is autumnal, and a plantain is sad. However, the gloom clouds are gone, and the joy of the autumn reed key is unknown. The sycamore bears black seeds, and the maple leaves change into red clothes.

So happiness is filled with sycamore seeds and maple leaves. On the willow tops of the moon, I played the flute alone after dusk. A kind of artistic conception, hazy; A piece of music, fluttering.

Invite me to dance, the moon is speechless, only the clear light is leisurely, send me a quiet joy. The little withered willow branch didn't want to ruin my fun, so he sent me a dance. I was blowing, it was dancing, and on a moonlit night, there was a picture of joyful autumn pleasure here.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. "Winter snow will bring out a good year, calling out the style of the bamboo basket of the harvest year. Snowflakes fluttering, like white butterflies dancing in the sky, like cranes in the clouds.

The house is white, the tree is white, and the people are white. In the world of pink makeup, children are playing, and I am also playing. Make a grimace at Xue Weng, paint a red lip on Xue Po, wear a melon hat for Xue Lang, and tie a piece of red silk for Xue Gu, happy and happy, no long or less, carefree.

The cold air flies nine days in the morning, and the warmth is contained in the five organs. This is a picture of winter joy, its lines are in a good mood, and its colors are in a good mood.

Coke in all seasons, enjoy in all seasons. Often play chess with the four seasons, bet with the heart, take music as the son, gamble to win happiness, why not?

Spring is a season full of hope.

Spring is a season full of vitality; Spring is a beautiful and warm season. Many things have traces of spring, in fact, it is not difficult to find spring, as long as you experience it carefully, you will definitely be able to find spring.

Spring in**?The wind tells me: spring is in the warm spring breeze.

The spring breeze is like an invisible colored pen, dressing up the peach blossoms of a tree like a little girl's pink face; The willow trees are painted like emerald green ribbons; bleached countless pear blossoms as white as snowflakes; The whole field is so splendid and beautiful. Everywhere with the taste of spring, the style of spring.

Listen!Isn't spring just a song?She's tugging at our heartstrings!

And voila!Isn't spring just a book?She's tickling our quivering fingers!

Look!Isn't spring just a painting?She's drawing our eyes in a daze!

Smell !Isn't spring just a cup of tea?She's tickling our noses!

So, let our minds follow the chapter written in the spring!

Spring is a song that tugs at our heartstrings; Spring is a poem that tells the warm feeling of spring; Spring is a landscape painting, and the charm of spring is engraved in my heart. Spring, I love you!

The heart and soul are a vast sky, which encompasses everything in the world; The mind is a tranquil lake, with occasional ripples; The mind is a snowy field, which reflects a colorful world.

Pain and pain are groping in the dark, and the road forward is full of bumps; Pain is the sorrow that no one understands, helpless in the face of all setbacks; Pain is the deepest torment of the soul, without tears and unable to speak directly; Pain is an expression that is not born with, a demon in trouble.

Stupidity is a kind of innate helplessness, a kind of acquired laziness, a bad fruit planted by oneself, and a moth in a good fruit.

Lies and lies are a worm of the heart, which moths the human heart beyond recognition; Lies are a deep quagmire from which people cannot extricate themselves; Lies are an endless black hole that plunges people into the abyss of sin.

insidious and insidious, a wolf in sheep's clothing, doing things that never see the light of day; Insidious is the public enemy of goodness, the jealous friend; The insidious is an iceberg of the soul, and what people feel through the clarity is a chill.

Selfishness is a mirror, in which you can always see yourself; Selfishness is a piece of cloth that blindfolds oneself so that one cannot see the pain of others; Selfishness is a layer of glass that looks transparent, but it is always separated from each other.