When spring comes, the grass sticks out its sharp head from the soil, rubs its sleepy eyes, takes a deep breath of fresh air, opens its bright eyes and looks at this brand-new world curiously.
Spring has come, the stream has thawed, and small fish are swimming among the weeds. Birds are singing beautiful songs on the branches. How beautiful it is for bees to collect honey from flowers!
Spring is coming, and the fields look a little green from a distance after the rain.
Spring has come, and the grass has sprouted from the soil. Tender and green, really pleasing!