It's April now, and I don't have time to go for an outing and measure the length of spring with my steps. Walking on the path of the construction site with hurried steps, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of spring in the hay, and then I shook the north wind of the season with relief and met spring unexpectedly.
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Facing the spring that seems to come overnight, I feel like a pot of old wine, and the strong smell of wine makes me instantly intoxicated. Standing on the ancient Silk Road in this spring, the spring in front of us is so wonderful and comfortable. Looking up at the blue sky and overlooking the Xuefeng Mountain in Qilian Mountain, smoke billowed from the chimney of the camp canteen, and there was a dull piling sound in my ear. Spring wheat quietly broke ground in the field, and white clouds of sheep inadvertently passed by. ...
In the spring of my hometown, the spring rain often falls and moistens the earth. Rain of silver beads and gold falls under the eaves, and jade drops fall lightly in front of the window. Making a pot of tea, sitting by the window, entering the realm of "listening to the rain" and tasting the scenery of "sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently" is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of relief. Reach out of the window and pick up a handful of spring rain. Ah! What falls in the palm of your hand is a touch of bright green from Wang Cuisheng. The spring rain faded the lead flowers in a winter, smeared a paper of ink painting for the world, bright red roses were in bud, and the wicker on the embankment was covered with tender leaves and white bones. When listening to the rain, you can catch the sound of flowers, and the grass is unearthed smoothly. ...
And the spring outside the Great Wall, dry and windy, like a wriggling girl, came shyly and secretly to keep an appointment. The spring is chilly, and the spring breeze is blowing. The spring breeze is obviously in the transition with the severe winter, just like a magician performing the skill of adjusting temperature. I stare at the sunshine in spring and want to talk with the beautiful spring. Smelling the breath of spring, I deeply feel that the breath of spring is so sweet and soft, just like the liquor in my hand. I am intoxicated with this charming spring scenery and have no food. Listening to the whispering of spring, knowing the sound and taste of green leaves and grass, I deeply feel a kind of joy. The deep and transparent light blue sky is as ethereal and transparent as a mirror for girls. All your imagination and * * * are covered with such beauty.
The water in spring is very mild. The hard ice of Zhuanglang River melts into milk, Yang Shulin sings cheerful songs, the snow has been stored in memory, and the sky surges with the dawn. The spring gurgled. The gentle and charming stream, across the towering mountains and dense jungle, sings all the way, with the breath of spring and people's hopes, moistens the hot land of Longyuan, stirs the spring tide and stirs in people's hearts. Faced with this situation, who said that "spring breeze is not enough"?
Feel the spring, full of joy, because spring has many calls and hopes, calling for bright spring, calling for abundant spring, calling for colorful spring colors, calling for touching poems ... If you ask me the answer to this spring, I will tell you without hesitation: this is a vibrant spring, a thriving spring, a spring full of hopes and ideals.
Under the clear sky full of kites, in the land where I met with spring, I planted the seeds of my dreams and a young heart. In this way, it will sprout, blossom, bear fruit and grow in all seasons after a misty spring rain. Just like us road builders, we suffer from desolation, loneliness, hardship, fatigue and parting, which brings convenience, prosperity, prosperity, development and reunion to the local people. ...