It was raining in Mao Mao, as if Miss Chun were making friends with us, so we sent the spring rain first.
"Didi, Didi." Spring rain floats from the sky to the earth. Some splashed into the soil, nourishing the grass; Some pour into the river, making the river full of vitality and making it sing; Some are sprinkled on ancient trees and given a good bath; Some are sprinkled on the eaves, putting beads on the brand-new houses; Some splashed into the flower bed, making the flowers sing loudly. ...
Miss Chun is so good that she held a small concert in the spring. Water drops on the eaves are playing the piano; Water drops in the soil are playing the accordion; The water drops in the river are playing the guzheng; The water drops on the ancient tree are playing the violin; The water drops in the flower bed are singing in unison. ...
Following the footsteps of the spring rain, the spring breeze comes in a hurry. When the spring breeze blows, willows turn green, peach blossoms turn red, swallows blow, frogs wake up, the spring breeze blows gently, and even cedars shake huge branches and leaves, and water drops drop down, which makes me feel the unique beauty of this spring.
I love the spring of nature, and I love the spring of my motherland even more.
Now, since the reform and opening up, our motherland is full of spring: the spring of science, the spring of education, the spring of art ... The big flower beds in the motherland are decorated in colorful and graceful ways. In this big garden of the motherland, we young pioneers are like budding buds, bathed in the sunshine of the party. In the future, we will hold our heads high and shine brilliantly!
Let the spring of the motherland be better!