The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the spring flowers are yellow... No wonder poets love to sing about spring, and painters love to depict spring. Because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very surprised, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth?
The rain in spring is continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, and calls the earth softly. When people don't know it, they quietly merge into a small river, accumulating rain. It became a deep pool. Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pond water.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the slightly cold wind wakes up everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of tall buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze turns green to the south bank of the river." How well said! But it’s more than just “green”?
Blowed by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps... connected into a patch, forming a sea. When people face this sea of ??blue, red, yellow... majestic colors, their worries and depression are gone. Thanks to the colors of spring for bringing us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the spring sky again. Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's the kite flown by the children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various poses are flying freely and freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also working hard to dress up and add spring colors?
However, if you lean down and take a closer look, you will find that among the pleasant colors, there are scattered yellow spots, which are the traces left by the remaining winter. You may sigh: "It's really a fly in the ointment!" Yes, looking at those few grasses with broken limbs and broken arms, dejected and despondent, who can have a good mood? However, you might as well peel off the yellow winter clothes, and you will have more novel discoveries, hey! It's green inside! It turns out that the withered and yellow grass is also giving birth to a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun that are waving diligently; it is the childish children who dress up innocently; it is the neglected grass that is silently gestating With.
People who enjoy the joy of spring colors to the fullest, what have you contributed to the colors of spring?