Spring has come, and she seems to be a loving mother. She gently stroked the top of the seed's head with warm hands, and let the seed lean out of the comfortable "bed". She kissed the flowers on her cheeks with beautiful lips, making them colorful and competitive; She combed her hair with slender fingertips, let the willow take out new leaves and shake her beautiful hair; She blew gently into the sky with a fragrant breath. It makes the sky clean and beautiful.
Spring has come, and she seems to be a music conductor. She directed magpies and cuckoos to jump on the branches and sing crisp and tactful songs. She directed the lovely lamb to jump, laugh and coquetry beside the ewe, making the ewe helpless and affectionate; She directed the little frog to dance on the lotus leaf, showed her musical talent and shouted loudly; She directed the little fish to swim in the water and beat the water rhythmically with her tail.
Spring has come, and she is more like an oil painter. She turned the shining white world into a colorful world. She turned the budding blue bud into a pink peach blossom grinning at us; She turned monotonous and bare brown land into green and lovely rice seedlings; She turned a silver-like seed into a fragrant golden rape flower.