Write a composition about spring in Xining.

Spring in Xining comes very late. In early April, the grass on the mountain was still wilting. I thought that by the middle of April, the grass in the city should have broken ground, but by the end of April, there was still no shadow of spring. However, the pace of spring is approaching us day by day. At the beginning of May, the spring breeze woke up the sleeping earth like a bell. As a result, the unwilling lonely grass drilled out of the ground and grew heartily, laying a green carpet for Xining City. New buds have sprouted on bare trunks and bare branches. Through sunshine and rain, Xining City has put on a different kind of new clothes. In the spring of Xining, there is no tranquility of "the grass grows in February and the willow on the embankment is drunk with spring smoke", no grandeur of "the sunrise is fiercer than the fire, and the spring is greener than the river", and there is no sight of "the peanut tree warbler flying around". However, I still like the spring in Xining, which has its own beauty. Spring in Xining reveals a little chill, which is the idiom of chilly spring. I think, some cool breeze blowing on our faces can help us get rid of the spring sleep and make us more awake. It seldom rains at this time. Spring rain is more expensive than oil! When it rains, water drops roll on the leaves, crystal clear, green and dripping, very beautiful. Not to mention the grass, it's extremely fresh! "It's raining like crisp in the sky, but the grass looks far and near, but there is nothing." Maybe this is the scenery. At school, we can see lush trees, colorful flowers and green grass. I can't name many trees. If someone tells me, I may not have never heard of them. However, there is a kind of tree that I can never get tired of seeing. That's a fir tree, which is everywhere in my hometown. Looking at the fir tree, I feel particularly cordial. There are many beautiful flowers on campus. I like to see light-colored flowers. Their colors are very delicate. I remember Liu Hezhen once wrote a poem "Flowers are beautiful because they are light and their colors are always true". Looking at the faint peach blossoms in front of me, my heart is very shallow and quiet. I just hope that time can stop here so that I can see enough. Some lace is in full bloom, the edge is withered, and some flowers are in bud to meet the competitive moment. Petals are scattered all over the floor, which is a colorful landscape. Flowers bloom and fall, how short! That's it. What's the harm in living to the extreme? The grass is lovely and green. Looking at it, I seem to see the seedlings in my hometown paddy field. In the spring of Xining, not only the scenery on campus is good, but also the situation outside the school is extremely moving. Think about it, in the quiet night, walking through the city with friends, walking in the street, talking while walking, isn't it a very pleasant thing? One sunny night, I walked to the central square with three roommates. Standing in the dynamic zone, watching the tidal stream of people, listening to sweet music and facing the bright breeze, we were intoxicated. With the rhythm of music, the fountain is jumping and changing happily, which is beautiful! People are playing back and forth in the fountain, playing freely. Men, women and children are happy, and I can't help but be moved by the scene before me, and my heart is slightly shocked. What an honest and prosperous scene! The mountains around Xining are undulating, which is far from "the beauty of a thousand stones" or "exquisite beauty", but isn't it also a kind of beauty? One sunny afternoon, I had a whim and decided to go to the depths of the mountains alone. I am not a stranger or a hermit. I just don't like the noise in the street, the impetuousness of the city, and yearn for the quiet nature. Zhu Ziqing felt quite uneasy, so he put on a big shirt and went to the lotus pond to enjoy the moon. What about me? Go up the hill and have a look! That afternoon, I went to the mountain alone, seeking a short peace. Standing on the high mountain, looking up and looking down, I am filled with emotion, the vast universe, the vast sky, and its extreme! Standing between heaven and earth, how small I am! However, looking at the tenacious trees and grass on the mountain, I am excited again! In such a harsh environment, in such a desolate place, vegetation can still grow tenaciously. What can I complain about? The vegetation on the mountain is very ordinary, but there is no sense of mediocrity, so I can't help but respect it. What else is there to say? We have to face all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, bear all kinds of hardships, make up our minds and go forward bravely! I once wrote myself a pair of couplets to encourage myself to make a fortune. Li Anyun: "Do you complain that others are gentlemen? Self-improvement husband. " Let it be mine, the spring is bright, you should study hard, how can you sell yourself short? Spring has come in Xining, which is the late spring in the south. "Flowers and pods have no talent, and snow is flying all over the sky." Go south in spring and come north in spring. If southerners go north at this time, Wang Guan's "Buji, send Bao Haoran to the east of Zhejiang" will be rewritten. "If you go to the north to catch up with spring, you must live with spring", right? Spring in Xining is so beautiful!