Spring is coming slowly
With coolness and gentleness
Flowers bloom one by one
Bright red cheeks There is still a smile on it
The grass is covered with green clothes
One by one
One by one
It is the green waves in the wilderness
Wandering on the spring path——
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless words Secret words
Wisps of vibrating wind containing the blessing
Stirring the strings of the heart
One after another ancient songs
Here comes the laughter of children...
The pace of early spring is still very reserved
It is a bud on the branch
It is a bud in the flower bed
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It is the clear cry of the old swallow returning to spring
The thin mud is scratching the soles of the shoes
The birds sing the poems of spring
The light blue breeze flows through the fingers
The soft rain falls from the head...
The small spring rain
Dances lightly and gracefully< /p>
Spring rain
Soft
Transparent
Gentle
The sky is like this Needle-like things
Weaved into a piece of transparent cloth
The rain fell on the river
The circle was struck
The circle spreads——
Adds the breath of spring
The gurgling trickle
The rolling waves carry the fragrance of the petals
And the green leaves
Rush forward happily
The green spring water
Ripple with the wind very comfortably
——
Sometimes there are a few thirsty swallows
swooping down
With a “swish” sound——
Take a few sips The cool river water
Flies high into the sky again
As if the spring water is part of spring
You can use it to wash your soul
Even in dreams Sometimes I will also
Recall the sound of the spring water
In fact
I only understand a little bit of spring
I still have a love for spring. Very superficial
Let it remain superficial
I don’t want to know the hidden meaning of spring
Let me remain
Hazy about spring Impressions