Write spring poems in the second grade.

Please don't.

Please don't leave all the trees in a dense forest to be a paradise for little monkeys and the hometown of peacocks.

Please don't let the grassland be bare, let horses, cows and sheep live on the pasture.

Please don't make the river dirty and leave a clear stream.

Let the fish play happily and let the frog sing happily.

Please don't make the sky dirty. Leave a few white clouds to make the sun brighter and let the birds fly freely.

Looking for spring

Spring is coming! Spring is coming!

We children, taking off our cotton-padded jackets, rushed out of the house and ran to the fields in search of spring.

Spring is like a shy little girl, hiding. Let's take a closer look, take a closer look.

Grass sticks out from the ground. Are those spring eyebrows?

There are two kinds of wild flowers that bloom early. Are those the eyes of spring?

Trees sprout small buds. Is that a spring note?

Thawing streams jingle in winter. Is that the piano in spring?

Spring is coming! We saw her, heard her, smelled her and touched her. She swings on the willow branches and swings on the kite tail; She cried in the mouths of magpies and cuckoos, and laughed in the branches of peach blossoms and apricot blossoms ... Chapter II.

early spring

Nobody cares, and spring has quietly arrived. Last night, Spring stretched out a pair of small hands and tore off the white seal of the river.

Nobody cares, and spring has quietly arrived. Last night, a chicken jumped out of the eggshell, chirped and blew the trumpet of spring.

Nobody cares, and spring has quietly arrived. Last night, the flowers stuck out their tongues and smelled of spring.

Nobody cares, and spring has quietly arrived. Last night, spring cast a touch of light green, and the itchy little tree grew a feather.

It is said that spring is smaller than us, and spring runs barefoot on the earth.

Faxian spring

I walked by the river and saw and melted the river, causing ripples. I know that spring is coming.

I walked by the river, and my feet felt that the soil was soft, not as hard as in winter. I know that spring is coming.

I walked to the river, pushed open the yellow haystack and saw green shoots inside. I know that spring is coming.

I also saw colorful kites flying freely in the sky, and I knew that spring was coming.

My companions and I were chasing and playing on the grass by the river, and the warm wind blew head-on. I know that spring is coming.

News of spring

The wind shook the branches and bleached the ducks' feathers. Looking forward to the whole winter, look, spring is coming!

Let's put on spring clothes, like birds with new feathers. Flying over the Woods and hills, the laughter of spring is everywhere!

little boy

We are March days on the earth, warming the rising sun and blooming flowers!

We are good teenagers in China, the Great Wall stands tall, and the Yellow River rushes with my majesty!

Leave the cradle and mother's arms. We challenge difficulties and are not afraid of them.

Out of the campus, into the temple of knowledge, we come on, forge ahead!