The taste of spring 800 words The style of writing is tranquil, and the text is more beautiful. High

What is the taste of spring? Let me tell you

The taste of spring is the aroma of peach blossoms, rape flowers, and spring flowers in full bloom. As long as you walk into the mountains and fields, you can see the smell of smiling faces everywhere, and you can smell the quiet breath of flowers everywhere. When you pick a peach blossom, you can smell the fruity aroma with the smell of peaches; When you pick a spring flower, you can smell the temperament of "domestic flowers without the fragrance of wild flowers"; Picking up a rape flower, I smelled the breath of bees and butterflies that had stayed on it, and I also smelled the emotion of "how many flowers fall".

The smell of spring is the fragrant and pleasant smell of flowers falling into the earth. Most people don't notice that the flowers are slowly blown by the wind from a few petals to countless petals to the stamens, and then gradually fall to the ground, blending into the earth......Everything seems to be so small, so dismissive. Suddenly, I felt that the soil mixed with the fallen flowers was quite fragrant and evocative.

I can't help but think of Gong Zizhen's sentence "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers", pity those originally beautiful flowers, with their last breath, the last wisp of fragrance, take care of this coffee-colored soil, so that the next spring flowers will bloom more beautiful and brilliant.

The smell of spring is the smell of the sweat of the children flying kites and the uncles who are plowing the fields. Although the smell of sweat was not good, I felt that I must not have understood the joy of them. The little faces like flowers, the cheeks full of comfortable smiling faces, the kites flying all over the blue sky, and the hoes sticking to the dirt are all witnesses of their sweet taste and their happiness.

It is said that sweat is sweet, then it must be the spring girl with fragrance, sprinkled all over the world, and at the same time sprinkled with sweat. It's just that the spring girl knocked over the jar full of fragrance, and the fragrance was sprinkled too much on the sweat, and if it was too fragrant, it would be fragrant and stinky.

The smell of spring is the fragrance of the flowers that never wither. Every beautiful flower will bloom her most beautiful side. Yes, but every time the flowers in the field are gone, the flowers on the paper are still standing strongly, just like the spring breeze overcomes the hindrance of the winter wind, and comes to the world step by step - the flowers bloom on the paper until they are occupied by the summer - the flowers are painted.

However, whether she has it or not, she always brings back fond memories.

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Write about the peculiarity of spring, and most importantly, express the taste of spring. It is to write the unique charm of spring according to your feelings and the characteristics of spring. It's best to compare spring with other seasons.

1.Writing about the beauty of spring flowers, of course, is more demanding, and it is necessary to have excellent writing.

2.The romance and struggle of turning spring into youth are generally based on narratives.

3.Spring is the season of revival of all things, and you can write about the vitality and vigor of youth.

4.There is a saying: Winter is coming, will spring be far away? You can write about the darkness before the dawn and the happiness and relaxation at the end, which requires a high grasp of the theme and is not easy to write well.

If the four seasons are a song, spring is the most moving movement; If the four seasons are a painting, spring is the brightest color; If the four seasons are a flower, spring is the most beautiful petal. The smell of spring is rich and colorful, and I have realized a lot.

Since ancient times, spring has been the object of appreciation of literati and artists: the sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue; I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors; Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently ---

I recited these delicious ancient poems, sketched the appearance of spring in my heart, and imagined the taste of spring. I think that spring is like a beautiful little girl, dressed in green, awakening all things in heaven and earth with a soft voice, dancing with willows, playing with the stream, and playing hide and seek with butterflies, what a beautiful picture it is!

But after all, it was a childhood fantasy, the first idea of a childish teenager. As I grew up, I got in touch with a lot and learned a lot. Once, I read a beautiful article "Apricot Blossom Spring Rain", the article shows the beauty of spring with apricot blossoms and spring rain as the protagonists, showing a gentle beauty of spring, the text cites many beautiful verses, too many of which I have vaguely remembered, but the sentence of the monk Zhinan "Wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face is not cold willow wind" left a deep impression on me.

I also realized that the taste of spring is fresh and full of life.

To be honest, although I have read so many poems about spring, and often revel in the beautiful poems, I have never really experienced spring in person. Until one day, I went for a walk as usual, and inadvertently jerked my head up - wow! A green "big umbrella".

In the winter, my impression of it was that there were scattered dead leaves on the branches, and the growth rings were already "stationary", and even if spring came, it would take a long time for new leaves to grow. But I was wrong! In front of me, I saw a dense new leaf of the tree, green and full of life.

I remember that it was early spring, and the "remnants" of the cold winter still refused to retreat.

It occurred to me that life was not like this. When you're frustrated, your life feels like you're in the middle of winter. At this time, you should rise to the challenge, work hard, develop strength, and try to survive the winter of life.

Spring is like a new beginning in life, everything is new. "Winter is coming, will spring be far away? "The smell of spring is heartwarming.

The taste of spring.

On a sunny day, the warm spring breeze was blowing on our cheeks, and our family was ready to go to Xixi Wetland.

Walking on the sheep intestine path in the wetland, the small grass and wild flowers on both sides sway in the breeze, as if enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on your body. Looking up, there were a few white clouds floating in the sky. Not far away, you can hear birdsong from the bamboo forest.

There are so many small weeds in the wetlands, some of which I have never seen before. Mom's eyes were so bright, and she dug up a small wild vegetable in the messy weeds on the side of the road. "This is Malantou, a wild vegetable that only comes in spring.

If you look closely, we'll pick it together after a while, and the cooking is very tender! My mother said to me with a smile on her face with her head in her hand.

I picked up the maran, its leaves were oval, the stems had tiny hairs, the roots were pale pink, and it smelled unique. The sedan is bright.

After remembering the characteristics of Marantou, I concentrated on searching for it in the grass. While closing his fingers with his hand to open the weeds, his eyes are shooting like radar, not letting go of a single grass. But I searched all over the grass, but there were only a few plants in my hand.

Is something wrong? Isn't this the right place for it to grow? I thought to myself.

Suddenly, an idea germinated in my mind: Ma Lantou is a small weed, it can't grow in such a sunny place, will there be one in the bamboo forest opposite? I thought to myself.

Running towards the bamboo forest like the wind. As expected, on the ground covered with bamboo leaves, there were many maran heads, and they were clustered together, and they grew really strong. Because of the lack of light, the roots of some maran's heads are not bright pink, but white!

However, it has a fragrant and unique flavor that is unforgettable.

Ah, Marantou! How can I thank you, although you are not as tall as a tree or as proud as a flower, but you are a gift from nature. My dear, your unique taste is the taste of spring, you are spring, right?