The cold winter has passed, and the warm spring breeze has blown through every corner. Spring has come to this world with bags of music seeds. She scattered seeds in the forest, and the beautiful songs of larks flew in the forest; She scattered seeds in the stream and frogs croaked in the stream; She scattered seeds on the grass, and crickets sang softly on the grass. ...
In my eyes, Spring is a careful makeup artist. She let the grass break through the ground, exposing green buds and dyeing the earth green. She let the branches grow hair buds, turn them into tender leaves and put on new green clothes. Those colorful flowers, like colorful carpets, decorate nature more beautifully.