Spring is coming! Spring is coming! We children, taking off our cotton-padded jackets, rushed out of the house and ran to the fields in search of spring. In spring, the drizzle falls from the sky, like ox hair, silk thread and needle, fluttering and kissing everything in the world. Hundreds of flowers are also in full bloom, and the golden winter jasmine seems to be playing a hymn to spring with a trumpet. A breeze blew, and the peach blossoms fell like butterflies.
The spring breeze is whistling. Is that the sound of the piano in spring? Spring is coming! We saw her, heard her, smelled her and touched her. She swings on the willow tree and swings on the kite tail; It cries in the mouths of orioles and swallows, and laughs in the branches of peach blossoms and apricot blossoms. ...