Qingquan prose

There are many unique scenery in our life, so what are the essays about Qingquan? The following is an essay about Qingquan that I shared with you. Welcome to reading.

Prose on Qingquan 1 A few years ago, the postal garden opened, and I was responsible for reading it. While explaining a well-preserved virgin pine forest, I watched the clear river pass through the forest quietly. If it is on a moonlit night, it will be the beautiful scenery of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" described in Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountain", so I gave myself a net name Qingquan.

I like the clarity of spring. Take a look at the spring water in the mountains, sweet and clear, gently gushing out of the ground and slowly flowing into the distance. Let the dust fall into the spring, and the fallen leaves whirl towards the spring, but the spring is still clear; Let the wind blow everywhere, thunderstorm rages, and the water surface just ripples a little; The wild flowers around us are dotted with colorful fragrance, but spring never stops, not to mention the intoxicating flowers and beautiful garlands, not to mention the noise of the world. It is full of Qu Yuan's elegant demeanour of "I am alone when the world is turbid, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone", because it knows its own principles-self-respect, self-love, not drifting with the tide, and bohemian. I appreciate it!

Like the courage of spring. Although it is only a clean stream, it is so small compared with the rivers and seas. Although it doesn't have the boldness to surf the shore, it has the perseverance to forge ahead. Spring water gushed from the cracks, flowed over the mountains and jumped over the peaks. The road ahead is full of bumps and hardships, sometimes flat, sometimes steep, sometimes rugged mountain roads, sometimes steep cliffs, but Quanshui never tries to detour easily. Listening to "Ding Dong" in the spring sounds like playing a happy music, but I don't know how many bitter tears flowed in her stomach along the way, but she still faced the difficulties. Because it knows its goal-constantly flowing to the distance and to the other side of success. I admire it!

Like the dedication of spring. Spring water has gone through a long time, creating lush mountains and rivers, magnificent mountains and rivers, and nurturing generations of hardworking and kind villagers ... Spring finally plunged into the vast sea. In the rolling waves, spring is just a drop in the ocean, and no one will see it. Spring has never cared about it, because it knows its responsibility-to make the magnificent sea never stop. I'm impressed!

Prose describing clear spring 2 I still remember when I was a child, there was a clear spring in the village. Her crystal, selflessness and beauty always make people stop for him. Children, middle-aged people, old people, frogs, dragonflies and butterflies all came to appreciate her selflessness and beauty and thank her for her kindness in raising. Children play by the spring, cows eat grass by the spring, and old people talk about the past days by the spring. A breeze wafted through the curling smoke, adding a bit of charm to spring.

When the breeze blows, ripples seem to be confessions to people, and ripples are like a pair of hands holding flowers to present gifts to people. When spring blossoms, she is green with the world, and the faint spring water echoes the flowers in the distance, looking very happy. When the birds sing, her music is intertwined with the tinkling sounds of the world Qi Huan and nature and the arrival of heaven and earth.

Perhaps the dew in the morning disturbed her tranquility, perhaps the morning light awakened her dreams, or perhaps she cared like a mother, dragging her tired body and offering sweet dew to people in the morning.

The arrival of spring makes the spring water more green and enchanting, which makes the people who stop to watch sink all the time, as if she is using it to declare her extraordinary.

After many years, she came to Qingquan again, still so unwilling to be lonely. Although she is not the same as before, there is no clear spring water, enchanting like pearls, but in order to make people stop again, she is still trying to sing, without the accompaniment of butterflies, without the entertainment of dragonflies, and even without people stopping, there are only the copper smell of green jade and the greasy texture of Luo Qi.

Breeze, no ripples holding flowers as gifts, some are white disgusting bubbles; There is no fresh sweetness, but there is a pungent stench.

Qingquan was desperate, and she finally admitted that she was no longer the embodiment of beauty, the enchanting nectar of that year, or the crystal pearl. Now she is synonymous with ugliness, and everyone avoids it.

Pursuing years of beauty and releasing years of love disillusionment; Water that has been flowing for many years is dead. Maybe someone remembers her. Looking back, there will be a smile on her mouth, perhaps a warmth, perhaps a sigh in the face of the lost spring. People who don't know her past just think she is the embodiment of ugliness. Poor guy, murdered the mother who raised him.

Tides rise and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, history has passed and the times are still advancing. For everything that has passed away, death is not terrible, but despair. When death is going on, it does not cause the reflection of the world around it, only its own departure and the sadness of relatives. Will indifferent people feel a little regret for the passing of Qingquan?

When leaves are rootless and souls are homeless, where will our habitat be? Spring is desperate, dead and cut off, but this is not only the sorrow of this spring, but countless companions will follow her every day. Can't keep the spring water, the spring water that once brought us joy and nurtured us, isn't it our sorrow? Spring water is sad, she is lamenting the tragic fate, and she is lamenting the indifference and ignorance of her children and grandchildren.

Man is a turbid stream, which should be the sea. He can be cleaned by this turbid stream. Therefore, for ourselves, for our children and grandchildren, we should reflect, hold the clear spring, hold our future, hold our broad love like our mother, and let her bring some warmth and dedication to this ugly world.

Prose describing Qingquan 3 See the Loess Plateau, smell the local customs and taste the joys and sorrows of the plateau in the book. Gully streams outline the plateau into countless peaks, and there are countless village courtyards on this plateau, which are pregnant with countless precious lives. It will always be a legend and there will always be different stories. Simple and kind plateau villagers have lived and multiplied here for generations. A loud song sings the shepherd's eternal mood. Shepherd's footprints are everywhere in ditches and streams. Hungry sheep are full of joy when they see fresh green grass and clear streams, so they can have a full meal. This is the biggest harvest in the shepherd's heart. Originally a muddy path, full of laughter. The villagers carrying water on the wet road are like traffic, and the clear and sweet spring water in the cracks between the rocks and fine stones selflessly breeds the descendants here. In this gully, it is not only an eternal witness, but also an eternal legend. The gurgling stream makes a clear and pleasant sound and never stops.

Listen to the clear and sweet spring water, which is the water source in the crevices and the life spring water of hundreds of villagers. In the gully, weeds are overgrown, the jungle is densely covered, the grass is long and warblers are flying, and the green ditch is winding and rugged, like a dragon crouching on the loess plateau, standing in the middle of a thousand miles deep ditch, with no end in sight. The hurricane crossed the deep ditch to listen to the sound of gravel hitting, and continued to write the legend of the plateau for thousands of years. For thousands of years, gravel has been like a mountain peak, but what we can't see is that gravel ditch was once like a mountain peak. At present, it is obvious that there is a crack in the groove of bluestone, and there is a sweet milk spring flowing in the crack, and the sweet spring liquid is refreshing. A pen can only outline a natural landscape, but it can't carve a surviving natural landscape. A carving knife can only carve a limited stone peak, but it can't give birth to the source of thousands of lives. It is nature, a legendary magic, and an artifact that can never be shaken. The source in the cracks is pregnant with countless lives, and joys and sorrows are being staged here.

This is a gully-crisscross loess plateau, and a small village is located on this plateau. This small village has its history, its name is not loud, and it has its simple and kind descendants passed down from generation to generation. The village in the early morning is also noisy. The willows climbed up along the chirping sparrows, and a ray of morning light reflected the hills. Standing on the top of my own mountain, breathing fresh air and watching the sunrise in the east. The sky is as red as a picture scroll, filled with the breath of villages and towns. The sound of two bells sounds like a gentle song. Who is touching this gentle song? The donkey driver held his head high and shouted. What clever animal obeys its master's orders and serves him faithfully.

The road is winding and rugged, which is naturally very difficult. Unlike in the city, he just needs to twist the tap gently and the tap water will come out. The villagers here have to drive mules and donkeys to fetch water in the ditch, and it takes two or three hours to get some water in the ditch. Although the conditions are a bit difficult, the water in this ditch is much cleaner than the tap water in that city. The water in this ditch is a natural sweet milk spring, while the tap water in the city is. With the progress of society, people are gradually getting rid of the shadow of poverty. Of course, when conditions are good, they yearn for something better. Nowadays, drinking healthy water every day is a concern of many people. Sometimes they yearn for rural life, where not only the air is fresh, but also they can drink natural and sweet milk springs.

Located on the precipice of a steep cliff, a pile of stone wells, clear and sweet spring water liquid overflowed along the crevices. The steep stone surface is uneven, with a lot of green moss and many pinholes the size of a needle eye. Of course, it is a masterpiece of nature, not deliberately carved by masons. This mountain well has a story that can never be told, and it has its legendary color for thousands of years. There are many natural mountain wells in the ditch, which have nurtured generations of simple and kind villagers here. Although the conditions here are very difficult, the villagers here are proud of having such a spring well. Their dark and wrinkled faces are filled with smiles, and they can enjoy the sweet milk spring in this mountain well. People on the road are tired and thirsty to drink this refreshing milk spring, and shepherds are tired and thirsty to drink the sweetness of this milk spring. Natural deep ditch, natural drinking spring, old people drink it physically strong and have no miscellaneous diseases, women drink this ditch spring with bright skin, and children drink this sweet spring liquid to thrive.

Luan Jing has raised several generations here, just like a loving mother, raising her children and grandchildren. It has not forgotten its descendants, but its descendants will never forget it. Farmers in this village have gradually stepped out of the mountains and yearned for urban life. Now the village has been deserted without the laughter of previous years, and the hills and wells only feed the elderly. Occasionally go back to my mother village where I was born and raised, stop busy steps and look at deserted ditches and lonely wells. Memories are sketched and presented, and sometimes I yearn for what happened here. Cold ditches and lonely hills and wells, your children and grandchildren will forget you forever. Maybe someone will repeat your stories and legends in a hundred or a thousand years.

Essay on Qingquan 4 There are many eye springs in the mountains with green mountains and green waters around the small mountain village in my hometown. A trickle gushes from a thousand-eye spring day and night and merges into a stream. The stream gushes and sings, and flows into Qingshui River. The river flows from the edge of the small mountain village and flows eastward happily and mightily.

Mountain springs are big and small. When it is heavy and the rainfall is sufficient, the water column in the spring suddenly rises, and an egg-sized water bag can be bulged on the water surface. The villagers built a pool around the spring water, which overflowed and formed a circular waterfall around the pool. In the bright sunshine, it looks like a big crystal steamed bread from a distance, which is really beautiful.

Small spring, estimated to be only the size of a needle tip. You can't see the prominent water column, and you can't see the crystal steamed bread. A small puddle, the spring water is crystal clear, but the four seasons are always full and inexhaustible. Weeds are growing around the puddle, and unknown small colorful wildflowers are in full bloom. A winding stone road extends there, which is the road that the shepherd and his flock have passed.

Almost all mountain springs grow halfway up the mountain or at the foot of the mountain, and some are born on cliffs. A towering mountain peak has a huge flat and steep stone wall, and the spring water drips down the stone wall and drops on a narrow roadside, forming a small water flow to drip away slowly. The whole stone wall is covered with moss, strewn at random, potholes, different shades, green and yellow. From a distance, it looks like a huge oil painting hanging on the mountain, which is particularly spectacular.

Have you ever seen a mountain carved into a giant Buddha in Leshan, Sichuan, but have you ever seen a mountain make a huge oil painting? It doesn't matter, in my hometown, you can see the rare wonders in the world!

However, it seems that these mountain springs don't want people to see them at all, and there is no meaning of grandstanding at all. It seems that it doesn't want to be known, and it seems that it just wants to lie quietly in the arms of the mountains, silently nourishing the mountains here, the land here, the mountains here, and enjoying a quiet and beautiful life with the villagers in the small mountain village for generations.

Peach blossoms are blooming, and the thin ice beside the puddle and the snow hiding in the shade of rocks are slowly melting. The weeds on the mountain quietly sprouted sharp corners, and the hillside was a hazy green.

The boys and girls working in the shower head of Nanshan were tired and ran to the mountain spring to drink water. They know which mountain spring has the shortest road, the cleanest depression and the sweetest water.

The young man came running, brushed away the peach petals that fell on the water with his hand, bowed his head for a while, drank enough, got up and wiped his mouth, refreshed and energetic, and strode away.

As soon as the boys left, the girls came, laughing and playing all the way. Kneeling slowly by the puddle, gently blowing away the purplish peach petals floating on the water, a delicate pink face suddenly appeared in the crystal clear spring water. Curved eyebrows, big eyes, round face. Who's that? Is it yourself? The girl paused for a moment, then was surprised for a while. My heart was pounding at once. I can't tell where my handsome face is and where the petals of a peach blossom are. Forget to drink water, forget to be tired, forget that there are other girls waiting behind. Suddenly I heard someone calling her name. I was so excited that I picked up a handful of spring water and drank it slowly.

When it rains heavily in summer, the spring water in the crystal steamed bread pool rises high, but it becomes turbid. The mountain spring water on the cliff changed its gentle and considerate appearance in the past, and poured down the upper end of the stone wall, turning the whole stone wall into a waterfall, hiding the magnificent giant oil painting. The relentless rainstorm washed away the puddle on the hillside and washed down colorful wildflowers, leaving the puddle in a mess.

The Qingshui River surged, which flooded the stones that villagers stepped on when they went to Nanshan to work and cross the river, washed down the tender grass by the river and swept away the jujube flowers that had just fallen into the river.

However, everything soon calmed down.

"Come and see! Rainbow. " Someone shouted.

The villagers looked up and saw an arc-shaped ribbon in the sky east of the small mountain village, which was colorful. Under the rainbow, on the high mountain peak, a cliff waterfall flew down, roaring and shining with silver. The rainbow covers the waterfall and the waterfall sets off the rainbow.

That's an extremely rare wonderful picture.

The big red dates are ripe, and the mountain springs are lonely. The villagers are busy harvesting. Many villagers come to the mountain spring to drink water, but they all come and go in a hurry.

Autumn rain comes unexpectedly, touching and refreshing, elegant and moist. The mountain spring lying quietly in the embrace of the mountains, accompanied by the intermittent autumn rain, will no longer be lonely.

It was calm after the storm. The blue sky is clearer, the green hills are greener, the small mountain village has just been washed, it is cleaner, and the mountain spring water has been moistened by autumn rain, which is clearer and more abundant.

In late autumn and early winter, the villagers have almost finished their work in the fields. There are no villagers' footsteps on the mountain paths, and there are no villagers at the water's edge of the mountain springs. However, the waterside of the mountain spring is still very lively. Children who collect firewood and cut vegetables come and go; The girl who washed clothes came and went; The shepherd came with his flock and left again; Groups of unknown birds came to the spring to drink water, and they came and went.

Suddenly I remembered the Autumn Night in the Mountain written by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

"After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "

I know that my son Wang Sun has never been to this small mountain village, nor has the poet Wang Wei. The mountain village is too small and secluded. Son Wang Sun didn't know there was such a place at all, and I'm afraid neither did Wang Wei. What if, what if they know? I guess, with the majestic mountains around the small mountain village, quiet and elegant cottages, hardworking and kind villagers and cool and sweet mountain springs, the prince and grandson will definitely stay, and Wang Wei will stay. In that case, do "Songs of the South"? Huainan Hill in Recruit Hermits may have sung the same voice as Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty: "If the king retreats, he can stay in the mountains for a long time."

In winter, snow covers the mountains here, and the peach forest and jujube forest here also cover this small mountain village.

They are all white.

In this white and cold world, there are many places where water vapor comes out. Are the villagers cooking with a fire? That's not true. Is the underground flame rising? That's not true. When you get closer, you can see clearly. It is a glimpse of the mountain springs scattered in the mountains that makes you angry. The gurgling mountain spring melted the falling snowflakes and drove away the cold in winter. With their souls, they draw large and small circles on this white and cold picture, which makes the world feel warm, greatly increasing its elegance and vitality.

The villagers pushed Chai Men away and were filled with joy. They have long been used to this wonderful scenery, but the white, warm and energetic circle of the whole world still excites them. After sweeping the snow on the roof and in the yard, I picked up the bucket and went out. After a while, I picked up a sweet spring and poured it into the urn. Stamp the snow stuck to your feet, grab a ladle and scoop up a ladle of sweet spring water to drink, and feel refreshed and refreshed. Turn around and move out of the jujube wine brewed by Ganquan water, and call friends to drink it to their heart's content.

Outside the window, in a white and cold world, the fog of Eye-Eye Mountain Spring is steaming. On the kang table in the house, the villagers were drunk. The jujube wine brewed by Ganquan Shuizhai has already soaked their hearts and burned their cheeks. The excitement in the villagers' hearts is as hot and strong as this white wine. They know in their hearts that the small mountain village will have a good harvest next year!