Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crept out of the ground, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is light and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be full of 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 and stars, blinking and blinking.
"Blowing the willow breeze without chilling" is good, just like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind smells of heartbroken earth, mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds nest in the flowers and leaves, and they are happy. calling friends shows off her crisp voice and sings tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing all day at this time.
rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, it's like a cow, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to force your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the side of the road and the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and there are working farmers in the fields, wearing their hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, in the city and countryside, came out one by one. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring". At first, there is plenty of effort and hope. < P > Spring is like a newly born doll, new from head to toe, and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, walking with a beautiful smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet, leading us forward.