Inspiration

In the spring morning, the air is cool, and the mist of the mist is quietly scattered. Through the mist, you can see the rising sun rising in the shadows, the small flowers are driving a little, the traffic is rushing, and the pedestrians are in a hurry. The city that was still squatting yesterday was washed clean by the fog in the spring morning. The fog seems to be lost, let the little flowers run, let people's hearts crisp, and traveled thousands of households. Gently close your eyes and feel that you are really in this spring fog.

I want to take my most beautiful part together and turn it into a spring mud. In Gong Zizhen’s poem, there was such a sentence: “Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into a spring mud and protecting flowers.” I and Gong Zizhen are both chasing spring. The person, though he wants to express, is that although he resigns, he still cares about the future and destiny of the country and dedicate his life to reforming and revitalizing China. What I want to say is, let me turn into spring mud, to remind the green spring, and let the spring wake up. On the way to school, there is a sound of birds in the distance, a tree-lined path filled with spring fog. When you look up, you will see the little sun shining through the gap between the leaves, on the people, on the sidewalk. , spilled. The sun is not glaring, because there is a thin layer of spring fog, which makes people feel very comfortable, and the sun is not hot, because it is the spring sun, people are full of hope for life, all this is like being sketched by a painter. It’s like a green one, it’s glaring.

There are transparent fog beads hanging on the grass leaves, like crystals, crystal clear like agate, stepping on soft and tender grass, crystal, agate, wet my trousers, keep walking forward, keep walking I felt the breath of this spring. When I was immersed in the spring alone, suddenly a gust of wind blew, the spring fog was gone, leaving only a cold and cold heart, I woke up, and like the flowers, I was awakened by spring. Look at the time, it has been a long time, I rushed to the school with the spring breeze. I think spring fog is like a fan.

I don't know if people are urging green springs, or spring has awakened people.

Second Grade 4th Grade of Mazhang District, Zhanjiang, Guangdong: Liang Chunhong