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March in southern Liaoning is a windy season. Spring breeze does not blow, Willow does not send. This is a folk proverb I heard from my mother when I was young. The years are dark, and the fleeting years are several degrees. In recent years, due to the emergence of El Niono phenomenon, or the destruction of human beings regardless of the primitive environment, there have been many abnormal changes in climate and living environment. However, the wind in the early spring of southern Liaoning seems to have not changed at all. It is still so fierce, so cold, and so frequent. If you open the door and walk out of the outdoor activities in this season, you will often be filled with the fierce spring breeze. Spring is chilly, freezing kills young people. In ancient times, some people used such words to describe the extremely cold weather in spring. Early spring is already a little rough, and the spring breeze is constantly blowing, which adds a few degrees of cold to spring. Once, I didn’t like the fierce spring breeze. The wind in spring seems to be colder and more peculiar than that in winter. The wind blows in waves, like a knife cutting, scratching on the bare skin. He would also look at the gap between collars, get into people’s bodies without mercy, and infiltrate the cold and cold bones into his bones. Pedestrians on the road had to tighten their necks and walk hurriedly. If the spring wind is blowing wildly, the wind will still fly in the air with withered grass and withered leaves, and the dust will also rise. The raised dust will be so fascinated that it cannot be opened. The pervasive dust would crack through the window into the house and fall on the windowsill and floor, which added Labor to my housework. The Roaring Spring Breeze made me upset. Every time I heard the call of spring breeze outside, I just hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. I will move out of the Three Hundred Tang Poems, hoping to find a peace for my heart from the Tang poems in the book. The poem “singing Willow” written by He Zhizhang, a poet of Tang dynasty, would recite the poem long ago: The Jade makeup is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk sash hanging down. I don’t know who cut the fine leaves. The Wind in February and spring is like scissors. And product Bai Juyi of Lili original grass, a year vicissitudes. Wild Fire, Spring breeze and. Then product Northern Song Dynasty poet Wang’s spring breeze and Green River, south when the moon as I also? Chanting over and over again, I suddenly felt that the great poets were so fond of the spring breeze! From the picture of verses, I seem to see the free and easy figure of ancient poets standing in the cold spring, fluttering in their clothes, not only with excitement. Presumably, without the crazy blowing of the spring breeze, the poetic inspiration of poets would not be created. In the works of ancient poets, without the spring breeze of early spring and February as scissors, there would be no clever cutting of willow leaves. How could it be possible that there was no spring breeze and the grass burning ruthlessly by the fire? From the real world in front of me to the ancient poems of Tang and Song dynasties, and from the ancient poems of Tang and Song dynasties to the spring breeze in March (lunar February), I not only have more feelings and new understandings of the spring breeze. There is another saying in southern Liaoning that people will not be frozen in the spring breeze. Yes, just because of the care and comfort of the spring breeze, the earth began to thaw and soften, the grass began to sprout the spring feeling underground, and the branches of willows began to dredge the blood. This blood vein makes the leaf buds on the willow branches plump day by day. It didn’t take long. Suddenly one night, on the branches covered by the Willow, egg yellow tender leaves would grow. At this time, the drooping willow branches, in the blowing of spring breeze, Tingting curling, graceful and graceful, like a young girl, presents a fascinating mood of soul-catching poetic and pictorial, all in it. It was also because of the spring breeze blowing day by day that the ice lakes were blown away, making the spring water rippling into charming clear waves. Because of the shaking of the spring breeze, you can see that the withered wormwood on the hillside is full of small emeralds, and the grass on the sunny slope also unexpectedly appears brand new leaves; You can see the green onion in the small garden, the slender green leaves are as lovely as the green hairpin; You can see the peony branches, the delicate leaves cut out by the spring breeze, you can see the peony like a baby wearing a purple coat, open the clenched little fist day by day in spring, in the season of life recovery in the vast world, it is because of the blowing and force of the spring breeze that all things have the power to flourish. Spring breeze does not blow, Willow does not send. I finally understood the spring breeze by looking at the growing green spots and the buds on the branches of peach trees. Without the spring breeze coming, there would be no green birth; Without the baptism of spring breeze, there would be no tenacious life of grass! I understand the spring breeze. I am no longer afraid of and hate the spring breeze, I like walking in the spring breeze, I like to be filled with the spring breeze, I like to fly in the spring breeze, I like to open my arms and embrace the spring breeze. I look forward to seeing it one day earlier with the spring breeze blowing and time going forward. The mountains are full of mountains and slopes, and new green is full of eyes; I can see it one day earlier, the street is full of gardens and the city is full of splendid flowers. As the ground temperature rises, I expect that the field will appear one day earlier. Thousands of ploughs will come down to the field. Farmers are busy with the lively scene of spring sowing. I quietly said to the spring breeze: Thank you! Breeze in spring. Thank you for letting me be enlightened, tempered and strong in your mighty! Thank you for letting me see the beautiful hope of spring in the barren! 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