Spring comprehension

It is almost the threshold of April. The weather in the South is still cold and warm. The sky is as thick as lead. The cool spring rain is not tight and slow. Many birds are curling in the warm nests, I don’t want to fight the wind and rain with light wings, and many dream trees are decorated with slim flower buds. I don’t want to bloom bright flowers for a long time, but I know that the huge round sun on my head, moving north slowly, in the collision of warm front and cold front, march in the South became unpredictable, and sometimes the cold in late spring was frightening. However, although the bright sun is above the flowing clouds, spring is still coming. In the wind, in the rain, in the trembling flower buds, even in the long journey of travellers who trudged with perseverance. Anyway, in such a season, people are inevitably in a bad mood and bored, just like the gloomy and sudden weather outside the window, which is a little suffocated. It was not a lyric drizzle, like a transparent silk thread hanging over the sky. The Earth and mountains became more and more dull and lonely in its seemingly endless beating. There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and several umbrellas held up like flowers, like an empty and generous poem, made people feel annoyed about such spring. However, the spring in previous years was not like this. The sun was shining, birds chirped, flowers were gorgeous, and tender grass was moving in the wilderness. Even though the spring rain was flying, there was a kind of touching warmth in the air, the colorful umbrellas in the streets were like the wilderness full of mountain flowers, graceful and lyrical with no lack of poetic feelings. I listened to the wind and rain outside the window and thought, maybe the real spring hadn’t come yet? Now it is just a seesaw contest between warm front and cold front, but once warm front becomes a winner, the beautiful scenery of bright peach, Red Willow and green in spring will wipe away the gloomy haze on people’s faces. Thinking like this, the big clock hanging outside the library made a vigorous and heavy sound, like a stuffy thunder coming from the distant clouds. The slack heart couldn’t help trembling: no matter what the weather is, how the mood is, the sharp edge of time is still cutting my life, I am there is no reason to stop the pace of life or thinking in the days of chaos. Just as my lover and I lived in the narrow stairwell without windows, we were not poetic and romantic dwelling compared with this tall and magnificent building. However, we have to open a window in the heart of a Leaf quietly, overlooking the breeze and heavy rain outside, or the pedestrians rushing in the streets. There are many times when life is completed and tends to be perfect in countless waiting, waiting for the warm and bright spring, waiting for a dazzling mountain flower to polish the pupil of surprise, waiting for a beautiful Sparrow floating from the other side of the mountain like a colorful ball. No patient expectation, no calm in expectation, still as I am, no matter how beautiful the time is, I will miss it. The rest is just endless sigh and wait-and-see. In the unhurried passing of life, I suddenly looked back, and the dreams and passions I once had been ashes. In this gloomy early spring, my heart beating in the shabby room began to warm up. Looking at the cold rain in front of the building and the deserted city street, there were some unspeakable poetic paintings. I think all the sorrows will disappear in the beating of the wings of spirit and wait for some time, I will have a beautiful encounter with spring. I hope that my life will be spring, and I will not be trapped by the recurrent changes of seasons. So you can be detached. 1010 words Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…