Writing Accumulation ▏Beautiful Scenes in Classic Works!
Spring has come
1The spring wind is warm, it has turned the north country green. This magnificent scroll is a masterpiece of spring. Spring is a magician, sunshine is her brush, earth is her canvas, she dips in rich spring color and keeps painting and painting, mountains are green, water is blue, willows are green, peach blossoms are red, people are warm. She sprinkles brilliance on the human world, one brushstroke at a time, transforming the landscape into a vibrant tapestry of flowers and colors.
2Spring water has risen, singing and dancing in the mountains, gently and softly; branches have turned green, letting spring's spirit spread everywhere. Willow flute is tender and melodious; pastoral whip is crisp and clear. Who's home has a young man, basking in the warm sunshine, reading spring chapters in a book, and enjoying the spring blossoms.
3Spring is wonderful, all kinds of flowers exude fragrance, making me enter another world. Grass has broken through the soil, growing incredibly lush. Spring takes away winter's cold, bringing warmth, streams gurgle, and all things revive. I love spring's abundant blooms and boundless greenery. In the garden, I seem to see flowers smiling, I walk through, carefully smelling different scents. Ah! Spring, your hard work has not been in vain; if you were a gardener, you brought a flourishing scene. If you were a magician, you turned winter's cold into warmth. If I were spring, I would tirelessly change winter into a thriving scene.
4Spring, all things revive; spring, cultivation and planting; spring, vigorous and thriving. Spring maiden steps lightly, quietly appearing in the world, decorating this world. She walks along the river, fish immediately freely swim in the water...
5Between the seasons, the time of spring is almost here. Have planted trees, and birds are flying through the forest. Spring colors fade and deepen, south mountains blossom, north mountains are red, willow shoots are made into thousand strings of music, invite friends to sing in the morning. See that deep in the flowers, there are a lot of azaleas, flying back and forth, singing incessantly, making the spring sunshine even more abundant. Really a good year, beautiful scenery. (5)
6The blue sky is vast and quiet like a sea of people, without a single cloud. The air is moist and refreshing to breathe. In the sun, the distant mountains are as if washed, lush and green. Looking at them, they seem closer, and more rugged. The willow on the canal bank has already scattered thousands of downy feathers. ( 447)
7On the sea, spring is almost always stationed at the gateway of tropical eight-month days. That warm and cool, sunny and breezy, full of birds and flowers, multicolored days are like Persian ice fruit jam in a crystal glass – sparkling with rosy foam. Starry night sky is dignified and solemn, like a proud and lonely count dressed in jet velvet, brooding in his home, missing his valiant campaigns and the glorious sun in his armor. It’s a fascinating day and an equally inviting night; however, these attractive days and nights are just as conducive to sleep. But this alluring weather not only adds to the external scenery, it also opens people's minds, especially when the quiet and serene night falls; then, like frost forming in the still night, memories crystallize. (183)
8The charming spring generously spreads fragrant air, bringing life's joy and happiness. Azaleas hide among mango trees, calling people's hope with their round, sweet, and captivating melodies. Groups of eyebrow warblers gather on mango trees, as if attending a wedding. Litchi trees, pear trees, and pomegranate trees seemed intoxicated by their own fragrance. Mr. He Li saw mango flowers open like a starry sky. (352)
9Spring must have been like this, from the restrained green mountains, a snow finally couldn't hold on, 'psh' sound, turned cold face into flower face, a beautiful song came from the clouds to the foot of the mountains, from the mountains to the remote village, sung into the fence, sung into a duck's yellow webbed feet, sung into soft mud – like a brand-new cotton blanket's mud.
10The north winter is always so assertive, it's March still feels sharp, but the cold and damp chill can’t stop me from longing for you. I want to find you, find you unfolding her sleeves and opening up vast landscapes with the hazy mountains; I want to find you, find you playing flute and making beautiful musical notes, to sing the east wind. I want to find you, you must be a young girl playing hide-and-seek with me, suddenly jumping in front of me, picking a flower from my bewildered eyes, and giving me a beautiful scene of blossoming peach and plum trees, which makes me happy; I want to find you are also a beautiful young lady dressed in colorful robes, gently opening her lips and blowing ripples in the river, to give me a spring scene full of green grass and flowers, which makes me delighted; I want to find you must still be a girl in a colorful robe, strolling through the clouds, light opening her lips blowing ripples in a small river, give me a spring scenery with green grass and flowers, which makes me happy.
11Spring is a gentle breeze singing, a warm and bright ray of sunshine; spring is the melodious chirping of birds, the fragrant scent of blooming flowers; spring is a dewdrop on the fresh green grass, a rosy blush on blooming flowers; spring is the power of seeds breaking through the soil, the vibrant rhythm of trees growing; spring is a pure and innocent dream, a passionate song, inspiration flows like poetry; spring is the innocence and shyness of a child's face, the beauty and timidity of a girl's cheeks; spring is the hope, dream and ideal that we cultivate with sweat, hard work and wisdom.
12From the restrained green mountains, a snow finally couldn’t hold on, 'psh' sound, turned cold face into flower face, a beautiful song came from the clouds to the foot of the mountains, from the mountains to the remote village, sung into the fence, sung into a duck's yellow webbed feet, sung into soft mud—like a brand-new cotton blanket's mud.
13Spring in the fields, the soft soil exudes a fresh and moist scent, after a winter's rest, the newly awakened wheat sprouts, showing a vibrant and thriving life; the river sings happily, like mother's milk, merging with the blood of the soil and wheat; spring in the river, the waves are clear, fish and shrimp are free to swim, the croaking of frogs creates a rhythm, willow branches sway elegantly, and the sunshine and water create a beautiful harmony; spring in the sky, swallows twitter, butterflies flutter, kites fly high, and the fragrance of spring fills the pure white clouds; sweet and crispy sounds of laughter travel through the vast nine heavens.
14Spring is like a just-laid baby, new from head to toe; spring is like a young girl, branches and flowers waving; spring is like a strong young man, with iron arms and legs, leading us to go forward.
15The crickets chirped, geese flew across the blue sky, the sound of water brought the news of spring. I didn't know where a touch of green came from, and then, as if prearranged, trees blossomed with new buds, and the grasslands were coveredParamList in green. In the wild, there were countless wildflowers: different shapes and names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars. Honeybees buzzed around the flowers, and butterflies flitted around. The grass was soft and pliable.
16Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, all blooming together to make up for it. Red like fire, pink like sunset, white like snow. Flowers have a sweet taste; close your eyes, it’s like there are already peaches and apricots, pears on the trees. Under the flowers, thousands of bees buzzed around, and butterflies flew back and forth, singing incessantly. In the wild, there were countless wildflowers: different shapes and names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, still blinking.
17Rain is common, it falls for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, like oxen and sheep, like flower needles, like fine silk, densely woven, everyone's roof is covered with smoke. But the leaves are green and bright, and the grass is green and vigorous. In the evening, the lights are turned on, a little yellow light, to highlight a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roads, on the stone bridges, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields, wearing hats. Their houses are scattered, quiet and silent in the rain.
18Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don’t let me, I don’t let you, all blooming together to make up for it. Red like fire, pink like sunset, white like snow. Flowers have a sweet taste; close your eyes, it’s like there are already peaches and apricots, pears on the trees. Under the flowers, thousands of bees buzzed around, and butterflies flitted around, singing incessantly. In the wild, there were countless wildflowers: different shapes and names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, still blinking.
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