First, "Spring Smile"
In the early morning, I saw a flower in the Baihua Garden, which was the most fragrant and colourful. This is the soul of poetry. When I read enthusiastically, the surging snow made me more confident. You are persistent, and you rearrange your eager eyes and those messy words on the counter. You filled every space in your life with sweat and wisdom, and erased the desolation. At dawn, I saw it, too, a,
Time flies, out of the cold winter, the years are like songs, full of spring. Spring is bright and vibrant, and hope is sown in the world. Spring is full of colorful songs. Spring is beautiful and colorful. Spring is an eye-catching feast and a colorful picture. Spring rain breeds life, it is soft.
Second, the spring of life.
Drink a cup of light green tea and sing a beautiful poem. You wake up in a quiet dream in spring, which is also the benefit of spring all year round. It dilutes how much sorrow you have left. Say goodbye to the cold winter, smile back safely and open the window lattice, and your heart will be brilliant in spring. As long as there is love in your heart, you can feel the warm wind and spring scenery in the garden even if it is chilly in spring.
Third, "Laugh at Spring"
High mountains and flowing water seek bosom friends, and winter goes and spring comes.
Han Mei is full of flowers, and the smile in spring is as bright as smallpox.
Fourth, "Spring Morning"
The gentle spring breeze lifts the sun and blows down thousands of sunsets. The bright sunshine dispels the dark clouds and illuminates my heart. A bird's song flowed happily in my heart, and my lovely little granddaughter smiled into a flower, which ignited my hope.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) "Pushing open the door of spring"
Hearing birds chirping, in the suburbs, several birds announced spring. They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer and jump in the suburbs. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close. They are my friends, and they seem to be my relatives. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions. In the suburbs, I fell in love with birdsong. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.