Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.
Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet your clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face."
Spring, fleeting, "flowers in the forest wither in spring, too soon." So "there is a flower that can be folded straight, don't wait for it to fail."
In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the color of the grass is far and near."
In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "
Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Loneliness has nowhere to go. If anyone knows where to go in spring, call them back and live with them. "
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The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like a naive and lively little girl, holding a colored magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.
Spring breeze flies over the earth, and the earth becomes a vivid picture: new buds sprout tenaciously on the harvested grass stubble. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze. The earth turns green, setting off red, white, yellow and purple ... how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh smell of flowers and plants goes straight into people's hearts. No matter who it is, it will take a deep breath and be as carefree as drinking nectar. How cool!
After a storm comes a calm, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, and the radiant light shines on the land of spring. Everything on the earth is full of vitality. The grass on the ground, the thin leaves are wet, and the trees with green branches and leaves look green as if they had just taken a bath. Birds are singing happily in the branches, which makes people feel comfortable. Little bees come out to collect honey. They fly from one bunch of flowers to another. The happiest thing is the children in the sun. Some of them chase and jump, some sing and dance, some fly kites in the blue sky, and they are thriving.
Ah! What a wonderful picture spring is! I love you, Spring!