The thin ice on the bank of the small river began to melt. The water droplets of ice accumulate more and more, shining in the sunlight. Finally, with a click, the popsicle fell into the water, causing a series of water lines. The river flows slowly forward, and a group of cheerful white ducks swim leisurely, sometimes chasing and playing, sometimes spreading their snow-white wings and flapping the waves on the water, sometimes standing on the shore to comb their feathers, and sometimes letting go of their voices and shouting, adding a bit of poetry to spring.
The small trees on the shore are also quietly showing a faint cyan color, and the delicate branches are swaying in the wind. The flat river bank has changed into spring clothes, and the soil at the foot is dotted with green. At this time, several lovely swallows flew from a distance and landed on the wire, lined up like a staff, playing a waltz with the sound of spring. Poetic spring! I seem to be a melody in a poem ...
The field in spring is a picture! When you walk into the field, the fragrance of color comes to your face. Looking around, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple complement each other and shine brilliantly.
The most representative thing is that it is green. The grass just growing in the field is fluffy and soft, like a green carpet spread on a vast field, shining with warm light; Second, count yellow. The blooming rape flowers are fresh and elegant, flowing like newly melted golden water, rolling layers of golden waves in the breeze; There is also a silvery early rice seedling field, which has just been plowed by farmers, like a mirror, dazzling. At this time, Miss Chun is dressing up in front of the mirror. It will take her a season to dress herself more beautifully. ...
This is a prose poem full of charm, a colorful watercolor painting! I store them in my memory favorites. When I open my memory, I also open a beautiful spring!