Listen to the poem Spring, what scenes do you see?

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the scorching heat has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Everything is autumn and cool, the sky is high, and the clouds are light. The fruit was ripe, the crickets were crying, and the weather was cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field, like an old man's hair, piece by piece. However, the children still had a great time :

The little boys, running, jumping, flipping a few heels, picking up a few fallen fruits, and throwing each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. The little girls, gathered their friends, and had a lot of fun playing together! The wind is cool and silky, the grass is green, and there are some yellow.

Laurel, maple, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep style and distinctive temperament, show their style, yellow like gold, red like agate, and green like jade, like a painter's meticulous painting, I don't think even the best painter can paint such a beautiful scene. Birds are busy migrating, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, a bunch of red, petunias, all over the place at a glance:

Orange, purple, violet, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, but also smiling in the autumn wind!

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers! "Yes, the leaves will be turned into spring mud to nourish the earth, without attachment to the prosperity of the branches, paving the way for the next generation, and contributing the best nourishment to the next generation. The autumn rain falls on the red and yellow leaves and the colored leaves mixed with green and yellow, and then falls to the ground, moistening the land, and the leaves seem to have drunk enough water, and they are satisfied to "nod" under the blowing of the autumn wind.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves, ......They become more showy under the baptism of autumn rains.

The fruit on the trees is ripening, and the farmers in the fields are busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax and relax, watch the autumn colors, collect and collect specimens, and each did their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like the god of color, making sorghum red, rice yellow, and sweet potatoes peeking out of the ground with gray heads, such colorful colors! Such a great fall!

Autumn is like a god of harvest, bringing abundant fruits to people, and persimmons reveal her red face like the sun from the green leaves.

Autumn is like a god of joy and brings the joy of a good harvest to people. It brings the joy of autumn to the children, play with autumn, and taste the sweetness of autumn, like a girl!

The snow on the eaves melted The spring girl shook the rain bell In the bustle, in the silence I heard that the spring of the tadpole class had come Listen to the spring Jin Bo The snow on the eaves melted The spring girl shook the rain bell The sky flew over the geese, the lake. With the thunder of the Spring Festival, spring is coming, children, let us prick up our ears and listen to spring, we hear the birds on the branches singing, we hear the ice and snow melting streams flowing, we hear the news of the coming of spring.

Listen to spring. The snow on the eaves melted, and the spring girl rang the rain bells.

The sky flew over the geese, and the lake opened its eyes.

I hear earthworms plowing, I hear dandelions planting.

The eggshell cracked, and the bird called to its mother.

New shoots bloomed on the branches, and the woodpeckers flew to and fro, knocking on every tree.

In the midst of the bustle, in the tranquility, I heard that spring had come.

1. The spring rain, thin, soft, the spring rain, just like the spring girl waving the soft silk shawl, the spring rain, like the mother gently wakes you up. The spring rain nourishes the earth and moistens all things, and the spring rain awakens the creatures in nature and the sleeping river.

2. If you want to enjoy the strongest colors of spring, there is no better way to see the most beautiful lake. Mr. Zhu Ziqing once wrote about the green of Plum Blossom Lake, which is so deep that it is even slightly blue. It's the color of the leaves, the tips of the grass and the sky.

In the clear, pure, green water, countless small fish swim.

3. If the spring of the campus has a deep meaning, then the so-called most beautiful spring is the spring of the campus. We walk in song, because we are the youngest in spring. Only by passing through those spring-filled paths can you discover how wonderful the life of a seed is in spring.

I understand the allusion of "planting a seed in the spring and harvesting 10,000 millet in the autumn". Today we sow spring, tomorrow we will reap.

4. Where is spring? Spring is in the midst of beautiful songs. Whether it is morning, noon, afternoon, or evening, there will be singing at any time, the morning will tell you the time, there will be singing in the afternoon, and there will be when you sleep at night, when you have difficulty falling asleep, hearing this sound of song can make you fall asleep and have a sweet dream.

5. The river in spring is also very beautiful. The river is shining in the sun, the river is shining, and there are many small fish playing in the river. I looked at the tall willow trees by the river, and a spring breeze blew, and the branches and leaves of the willow trees fluttered in the wind.

6. Spring is in the school, spring has arrived, a new semester has begun, the plan of the year lies in spring, the school is also lively, they firmly believe that the sowing of spring, there will be harvest in autumn. For there is a time for sowing and a time for harvesting. Spring makes the school more vibrant, and the children, take off their winter clothes and put on thin clothes.

7. In spring, we smell the fragrance of flowers, just like the "messenger of spring" sprinkles perfume on the flowers, which makes us feel fragrant and fragrant! It makes you feel like the fatigue is gone. Yes!

Spring is such a season when fatigue disappears! It's another fragrant season.

1. Spring is coming, the eyes are full of hopeful green, the ears are full of birds chirping happily, breathing in the fresh air, and reaching out to touch the gentle wind.

2. The breath of spring is coming, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, the birds are singing on the branches, the flowers are blooming on the branches, the willows are sprouting, fluttering in the wind in the embrace of spring, the mountain spring water is bubbling and bubbling, and it is so sweet to taste! This is the footsteps of spring! Come to us!

3. We almost can't feel the spring here, the morning and night are so cold, and there is a little warmth at noon, sitting in the sun and basking in the sun has a feeling of drowsiness, and before you know it, summer is coming.

4. The spring girl is here, the grass in the field is green, the spring flowers are blooming, the hibiscus is blooming, the rhododendrons all over the mountains are blooming, red, white, so beautiful, you can smell the fragrance of the soil when you close your eyes, the gentle wind blows your face, spring is always so beautiful, climbing the mountain, digging wild vegetables, picking strawberries, the most beautiful thing in the world is spring.

5. When spring came, I saw that the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms were blooming, the rape flowers were also blooming, the wildflowers in the fields were also blooming, and the withered grass began to sprout. I heard the call of birds, the sound of trickling water. I smelled the fragrance of flowers and touched the breath of spring.

My mother and I came to Gongyuan in the spring breeze, and when we walked through the elastic soil, the grass had unconsciously exposed its head, and when it stepped on it, it raised its head again, as if to say to us: "Spring is here!" ”

When we came to the river, I saw the little shrimp, the little turtle, and the little carp, which were swimming happily in the river, as if they were preparing for the arrival of the Spring Maiden.

It was not early, my mother and I were about to leave, and suddenly there was a spring rain, the rain was dense, gently sprinkled on my face, cool and silky, until it was cold to my heart.

Spring is beautiful, and it would be nice if the earth was always spring!!

The spring girl came, the grass in the field was green, the spring flowers bloomed, the hibiscus opened, the rhododendrons all over the mountains opened, red, white, so beautiful, you can smell the fragrance of the soil when you close your eyes, the gentle wind blows your face, spring is always so beautiful, climb the mountain, dig wild vegetables, pick strawberries. The most beautiful thing in the world is spring.

In spring, we smell the fragrance of flowers, just like the "messenger of spring" sprinkled perfume on the flowers, which makes us feel fragrant and fragrant! It makes you feel like the fatigue is gone. Yes!

Spring is such a season when fatigue disappears! It's another fragrant season.

The rape flowers in my hometown are blooming and fragrant.

Um, ( after school,,, um, yes (o) repeatedly, the method is ups and downs, and the teacher's morality is the teacher's style.

Summary. Unconsciously, the biting cold gradually disappeared, the gentle sunlight reflected on the face through the curtains, opened the hazy eyes, looked at the chirping of the birds outside the house, and realized that spring has arrived! After eating at noon, walking on the country road, looking at the familiar scenes of the past, smelling the fragrance of the grass, greedily breathing fresh air, like a naughty child, it is so good, the breath of spring!

Stretch out your hands, a gust of wind passes, like the embrace of the earth, tell me that spring has come, hello to you! Isn't this vibrant season and the revival of all things exactly what I love and yearn for?

Now that it's spring, write about what you see, hear, smell, and touch......A spring scene?

Hello, is there a word count requirement?

No. Okay, I'll have to wait a bit

Unconsciously, the biting cold gradually disappeared, the gentle sunlight reflected on the face through the curtains, opened the hazy eyes, looked at the chirping of birds outside the house, and realized that the spring of renting a stool has arrived! After eating at noon, walking on the country road, looking at the familiar scenes of the past, smelling the fragrance of the grass, greedily breathing fresh air, like a naughty child, it is so good, the breath of spring! Stretch out your hands, a gust of wind passes, like the embrace of the earth, tell me that spring has come, hello to you!

Isn't this vibrant season of hunger and the revival of all things exactly what I love and yearn for?

The protagonist of the poem Listening to Spring hears the scenery of spring (willow trees, cuckoos, breezes, kites, rivers, geese, white clouds, and campuses).

FYI.

The thousand miles of warblers crying green and red depict the scene of spring.

Original text and translation of the work:

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. Translation:

Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, everywhere warblers sing and swallow dance, peach red and willow green, a scene full of spring, in the village near the water, the city by the mountain, everywhere there are wine flags waving in the wind. Everywhere are incense-filled temples, pavilions and pavilions stand in the hazy smoke and rain.

Appreciation of "Jiangnan Spring":

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. "At the beginning of the poem, it is like a fast-moving movie camera, sweeping over the southern land: in the vast south of the Yangtze River, the yellow warbler is singing happily, and the green trees reflect clusters of red flowers; The villages near the water, the castles by the mountains, and the wine flags that are fiercely waved by the wind are all in sight.

The charming Jiangnan, after the poet's wonderful pen, seems to be even more heart-wrenching.

The reason for the swaying, in addition to the magnificence of the scenery, is probably also due to the fact that this magnificence, unlike a certain famous garden site, is confined to a corner, but because this magnificence is spread out on a large piece of land.

Therefore, if there is no word "thousands of miles" at the beginning, these two sentences will be diminished. "A thousand miles of warblers crying" is out of the need for a typical summary of literature and art. The same principle applies to the last two sentences: "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." ”

Judging from the first two sentences, the warblers and birds are singing, the red and green are changing to the bridge, and the wine flag is waving, which should be a sunny scene, but these two sentences clearly write about the smoke and rain, just because within a thousand miles, the clouds and sunny spots are different. However, it also needs to be noted that the poet used typical techniques to grasp the characteristics of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

The characteristics of the south of the Yangtze River are that the mountains are heavy and the water is complex, the willows and dark flowers are magnificent and bright, the colors are intricate, and the layers are rich and three-dimensional. While shrinking thousands of miles to the scale, the poet focuses on the beautiful scenery of the spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

The verses describing spring are as follows:

1. Wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain, blowing face does not cold willow wind. - Song Seng Zhinan's "Quatrain".

The interpretation is a slight drizzle, which does not wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot blossoms. The breeze blowing on my face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is exceptionally light.

2. The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late days, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. - Don Du Fu's "Quatrain".

The interpretation is that the rivers and mountains are bathed in spring, how beautiful, and the spring breeze sends the fragrance of flowers and plants.

3. Yesterday, I went out of the East City to test the spring love. The red apricots on the wall are as dark as tilting. The group of fragrant buds in the threshold have not vomited, and they have already rejuvenated.

- "Exploring the Sands and Exploring Spring".

Yesterday, I went out to the East City to play. The red apricots on the wall were dark and dense as if they were about to be tilted down. The various flowers and grass on the inside of the railing have not yet revealed their buds, and the footsteps of spring have not yet come here.

With the technique of blending scenes, he writes about the scene of the eastern suburbs of Hangzhou in early spring and the mentality of spring explorers. "Yesterday out of the East City", pointing out the time of spring exploration, as well as the location of spring exploration in the eastern suburbs of Hangzhou. "Tempting the spring feelings", a "trial" is the word spike that conveys the spring desire of the spring explorer in a subtle and eloquent manner.

4. The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water is around. The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

- "Butterfly Loves Flowers: Spring Scene".

The flowers faded red, and small green apricots grew on the treetops. Swallows flutter in the sky, and clear rivers surround the villages.

This sentence depicts the scenery of late spring, the flowers have withered, and the branches of the trees bear young green apricots and sun scatters, and the tone reveals pity and love, diluting the poet's strong feelings of sadness.