Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit and lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, and hide and seek a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with 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 your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends shows off her crisp voice and sings melodious songs, which are in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. On the cow's back, the shepherd boy's piccolo sounded all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. Look, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are green and shiny, and the grass is green, which makes you blink. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the side of the road and stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers working in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Cities and rural areas, every household, old and young, also rushed out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "The season of the year lies in spring", which has just begun. Have enough time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
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.