Imitate Zhu Ziqing's prose, 500 words.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The weather is getting warmer, the sun is shining, and grass grows out of the land.
Bamboo shoots slipped out of the soil and were green. In the Woods, you see, a large area. Stand, lean, walk a few steps and take some photos. The wind is warm and the bamboo shoots are tender.
Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, I won't let you, all competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snow, and purple is like a gem. These flowers are fragrant. Close your eyes, the tree seems to be full of begonia, Sophora japonica and wisteria. Birds are flying about in the tree. Butterflies are everywhere: yellow, white and green, flying around in the sky, just like pigments in a painter's palette, flying everywhere.
Spring rain is accompanied by spring thunder, and drizzle covers the earth like smoke and yarn. In the forest, many trees are moistened by the spring rain and full of bright flowers. There are red, yellow, white and purple flowers. All kinds of flowers are really like a beautiful big flower bed, emitting rich fragrance.
At this moment, the rain stopped. The children are outside, rolling on the grass, playing games and flying kites. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air. Many birds fly freely in the sky, and they sing crisp and sweet songs from time to time.
Spring is like a painter. He used his magic palette to make the earth colorful.
Spring is like a magician. He used his wand to make the earth look brand-new and dispel the cold of that winter.