Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes happily. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
Grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the gardens and fields, you see, it's all over the place. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, play a few games, catch and hide a few times. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, whether you let me or I won't let you, are all full of flowers. They are red as fire, pink as Chardonnay and white as snow. These flowers smell good. When I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, blinking.
"Blowing the cold breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some freshly turned earthy smell, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, which are brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds nest in flowers and young leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends to show off their crisp voice and singing songs that echo the breeze and flowing water. Cows carry a shepherd boy's piccolo on their backs.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it's like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green and the grass is green. At night, turn on the lights, and a little dim light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the country, it is very small.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every household in urban and rural areas, old and young, rushed out one by one. Relax and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" is just the beginning, and there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll, new and growing from head to toe.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.