1 The spring girl walked with light steps. She carries a magical little flower basket and scatters colorful flowers on the hillside and into the fields; accompanied by the drizzle of raindrops, she tells beautiful stories to fish and frogs; she follows the small streams in the mountains, She sings her melodious songs to the green mountains and to the shepherd boys; she brings the returning little swallows to spread the good news of spring throughout the mountain villages and farmers. 2. Plum blossom: What welcomes its birth is not the warm spring breeze, but the biting north wind; what accompanies it to grow is not the warm spring, but the cold winter; what nourishes its growth is not the crystal dew, but the chilling frost ; What sets off its beauty is not the thick greenery, but the cold white snow. In the flower bed and greenhouse, it does not bloom; in the ice and snow, it blooms; in the cold wind and frost, it blooms. In March, there is no trace of it; in the cold winter, it bursts out with shocking power. 3. I watched the green hills change and felt the power of vitality. I watched the sunset over the long river and felt the majestic beauty. I looked at the small bridge and the flowing water and felt the beauty of poetry and painting. I watched the eagle soar in the sky and felt the courage to fight. I watched the fish flying on the shallow bottom and felt the joy of freedom. I watched the willow trees sprout and felt the beauty of the sprouting of life. 4 The language of nature is rich and colorful: from the falling leaves of autumn, we read the change of seasons; from the ranks of returning geese, we read the strength of the collective; from the melting of ice and snow, we read the spirit of spring footsteps; from the dripping water through the stone, we read the value of persistence; from the strong fragrance of honey, we read the sweetness of hard work. 5 Flowers push open the door of spring; Green shade pushes open the door of summer; Fruits push open the door of autumn; Flying snow pushes open the door of winter; Sincerity pushes open the door of friendship.