Looking forward to, staring at, bidding farewell to the cold winter, spring has quietly come to us.
"Dong! Knock on the door. Hey! " The sun is knocking at the door, pushing open the closed casement, and the spring breeze mixed with the fragrance of the earth rushes in, so fresh and pleasant. They are messengers of spring, taking me to enjoy the beautiful spring. ...
Spring is a beautiful magician. She drives away the cold and brings infinite vitality. There is a clear stream in the news, and the stream is singing cheerful songs. You chase after me and rush to the distance, sometimes embracing the leaves that fall occasionally and cheering. From time to time, I encounter rocks exposed to the water, splashing waves, and the crystal drops draw a beautiful arc, which makes me lively. The small fish swam peacefully at the bottom of the water, wagging its tail from time to time, as if to accompany the spring sonata played by the stream. ...
Spring is a vibrant season, with everything reviving and a thriving scene.
Spring breeze is blowing, flowers are in full bloom, and they are competing for each other. Red is like a drunk, pink is like a cloud, and white is like jade, which permeates our eyes. I stopped in front of the blossoming flowers. There is a lot of infrastructure here. I can't name it. It does not have the integrity of lotus, the concealment of chrysanthemum and the pride of plum blossom. But its bright red moved me. The flowers have opened a few petals, and others are gathering all their strength to bloom outward. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. This fragrance intoxicates me ... flowers tell me that spring is the season of fragrance.
In the spring breeze of "Blowing the Cold Willow Wind", the wicker sticks out tender and adorns the banks of the south of the Yangtze River. The wicker hangs down and shakes with the wind, leaving her graceful dance in mid-air. The wicker falls into the water and makes ripples. Walking among the willow curtains, the willow gently brushed my face, and the grass under the tree was tender. A few days ago, the continuous spring rain washed them shiny and watery, which made people fondle it. Wicker tells me that spring is a green ocean. Beautiful spring, looking around, this beautiful spring scene is like "peach blossoms contain continuous rain, willow green is more misty." You can also feel what Jia Zhi said, "the grass is green and yellow, the peach blossoms are chaotic, and the flowers are fragrant." Indeed, spring is so magical that it can often arouse people's poetic feelings, while spring adds bright colors to poetry and makes the picture full of vitality. ...
Spring is beautiful. It is not only the first term of the four seasons, but also the plan of the year lies in spring, sowing hope in the hopeful spring and striving to create autumn harvest in the following days.
When I was a child, there was a song lingering in my ear-"Spring in Our Eyes". -after the long winter, we hope that spring will stay forever; Listening to the serious teaching, we feel that the spring breeze has given us too many surprises. ...
Feel the spring, the children sing the songs of spring, and the old people remind us of the memories of youth, so that we can integrate with spring and appreciate the masterpieces of spring. ...