Come to the reading square, it's very lively here. You see, the grass is sprouting secretly and the flowers are scrambling to open. I walked under a plum tree with red leaves and stroked the branches gently. A faint aroma came to my nose and made me feel relaxed and happy. I looked at the petals wet by the rain, and the pale pink and yellow stamens stood inside. I looked far away, and there was a large piece of red plum in front of me: "Wow" a piece of water pink, and they were playing with the rain. Inadvertently looked down, only to find that there is a bunch of twigs, which are desperately blooming green, as if competing with flowers for the attention of pedestrians. Under the twigs, there are weeds. They all lean out their heads and look forward to the spring world. ...
It was very quiet around, and the rain began to look like nothing. I looked up and saw a peach blossom in the distance, so I couldn't help walking past it. The peach blossom is neither too big nor too small, and the stamens are just exposed. Peach blossoms adorn full of green, which is very eye-catching and dizzying. She is slim and graceful, as beautiful as a sunken fish and a wild goose ... The wind gently shakes the branches, and pieces of petals fall from the air and are scattered on the ground, just like an ocean of flowers. The fragrance is also scattered in the whole air by the wind, without strong fragrance, just faint ... It seems that after a century, I have traveled through Xanadu and enjoyed the beauty of spring, but at this time I was awakened by the preparation bell for self-study and had to turn around and leave.
Walking beside the Champion Bridge, the rain dressed up the wicker in the distance, revealing only a little bud, like a curtain: I still can't see through it. Rain hits the water in the pond, drop-answer-drop-answer. Everything is staged here. The rhythm of the rain is humming, the fish are singing happy songs, the wicker is flying in the air, the peach blossom is sprinkling a little enchanting ... the bell for self-study is ringing again. ...
Chun is a magician, waving his wand smoothly on the earth and turning it into gorgeous and simple green; It seems that Chun is a talented poet, displaying unconstrained green poems and the commemoration between heaven and earth!