When spring arrived in the north, the snow and ice melted unconsciously and everything began to recover. The sun shines warmly on the earth, the mountains and rivers are splashed with a layer of light green, and the air is filled with a faint earthy smell. Everything is brand-new and full of vitality.
Look, the grass is showing its head and has sharp leaves. Fields, Shan Ye, courtyards, roadsides, everywhere have their footprints, a piece of green. The fat leaves of dandelion are particularly eye-catching, and bundles of stamens stand upright in the wind and are in bud. When spring falls in your eyes, how much expectation will begin to grow. The plan for the year lies in spring. Yes, everything is full of hope
Those peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees on the hillside bloom in turn. The powder is delicate and beautiful, white and dazzling, and the pollen exudes a faint fragrance, which permeates the air and attracts countless bees and butterflies to collect nectar. You won't let me, I won't let you, and I'm still busy spreading pollen. Willow is also blowing the spring breeze, shaking branches, showing beautiful dances, birds chirping, waking up the dawn, leaving you too late to think, and spring has begun.
In spring, mountains change clothes, streams gurgle and willows are born again. Don't let it rain on a sunny day, and the clouds will come when they gather. When it comes to spring rain, it comes, like a naughty child jumping into the embrace of the earth, playing on the grass tip, tumbling and jumping, climbing the branches and kissing flowers, which is particularly annoying. The spring rain is continuous, the water laughs and the mountains are happy, the eyes are full of spring scenery, and green faces are everywhere.
It's sunny after the rain, and occasionally a few white clouds float in the air, like galloping horses and peaks, unpredictable. The children ran out happily, shouting and chasing me. In an instant, the earth boiled, and several kites swam in the air not far away, high and low and colorful. People are full of energy, get together and talk about farming. Spring is a season of affection, and the brook tells you: the duck prophet who is warm in the riverside. You see, there are a few here and a group there, playing with water to comb their feathers and decorating the spring with colorful colors.
Although the spring in the north is not as early as that in the south, its journey never stops, and the spring breeze doesn't feel cold. Spring is like the morning sun, full of vitality. The sky is blue and the water is gurgling. In spring, flying insects and birds gather together, like a grand dance, coming from all directions. Birds are singing clearly, flowers are shaking out fragrance, rabbits are jumping and running on the grass in the forest. It's so lively.
Spring is warm and cold, and the cool morning breeze lets people know that winter will still have its shadow soon after it leaves, and occasionally a frost will visit in spring. Don't be afraid, it's just a face full of love for spring, which can make flowers more gorgeous and lush. Spring is like an affectionate girl, smiling and blooming one after another, and the earth and mountains are brand-new. From ancient times to the present, many people have fallen in love with spring girls' pomegranate skirt, and they have been chasing after spring scenery from Jiangnan to northern Xinjiang, depicting the beauty of spring all the way.
In the evening of spring, a ray of sunshine on the horizon reflects the afterglow of the sunset. Cities and villages are shrouded in vast fog. What a beautiful picture that makes you linger. I especially like Zhu Ziqing's spring sentence: Spring is like a newborn baby, new from head to toe. Isn't it? Every household, adults and children, went out of their homes for a spring outing in the suburbs, relaxed their muscles, followed the footsteps of spring and laughed heartily.
I love spring. I like to smell the spring wind and wipe my cheeks. I like the spring rain, which moistens the flowers. Swallows returning from the south whisper under the eaves, nest and brood, and sing euphemistic songs. The cowboy's song on the back of the cow keeps ringing all day. In spring, they quietly enter people's lives.