Spring came quietly and came to the brightly lit big city. It painted the gloomy and lifeless buildings colorful and full of vitality with a colorful brush. It stroked the spring tree with delicate hands, and overnight, it blossomed golden flowers. People, animals and plants all opened their sleepy eyes, sat up with a yawn, rubbed their sleep, stretched themselves, and suddenly felt refreshed. Yes, spring is coming again!
Spring dragged a string of long and changeable bells to the small village. It first awakened the streams blocked by snow in the mountains. So, the stream ran forward happily singing new songs. Holding the palette in his hand, he helped the trees in the forest to dye all kinds of greens: deep, shallow, thick, light and green. The trees all over the mountain seem to be moving, cheering and jumping: "Oh, spring is coming." The flowing water in the mountains and the rustling wind among the leaves alarmed the farmers in the red tile house at the foot of the mountain. They put on raincoats, carried hoes and shouted to their neighbors, "Come on, everyone, let's sow!" " Yes! Spring is the bell that awakens everything.
The spring breeze rolled up catkins and patches of poplars, drifted across the country avenue path, drifted into the courtyard inside the earth wall, fell on the beautiful black hair of the village girl, and helped the girls put on beautiful headdresses. The spring breeze also rolled up the drawing board, painted the sky light blue and painted the dark clouds white, which made people feel relaxed and happy. The warm spring breeze blows on your face, just like a mother's caring hand gently brushing your face.
The spring rain is also a little bit like this, like cow hair, densely woven into a diagonal. The nearby houses and the distant mountains are shrouded in a hazy drizzle, just like the water town in the spring rain in Jiangnan, which sets off a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The rain lingered for several days and finally stopped, and the hazy world became clear at once. On the edge of the ridge, those nameless flowers bloom one by one at once, purple, white and blue ... look, there are small raindrops hanging on the petals! The grass is green and shiny, and the Ye Er of flowers is green.
It's early spring in the south, the willows are green, the mountain flowers are blooming, and the fragrance of new digging is floating in the air. The spring breeze is rippling, the spring is bright, and the spring scenery is boundless ... Ah! What a beautiful spring!
Look, the sun is rising, and Miss Chun is going to dance. Please open your hands and embrace this beautiful spring.