( 1)
Listen, who is singing "Come to school along the familiar path on campus in the morning …".
Taking off the thick cotton-padded coat and putting on the thin sweater, plus the school uniform in spring, I feel a lot easier. It is particularly comfortable to walk through the morning breeze with your foot on a bicycle and your schoolbag on your shoulder. It's really lucky that I happened to sit by the window of the classroom on such an early morning in March. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. I am chewing the taste of spring. The slightly moist air is mixed with the fragrance of earth and grass. I gulped fresh air, just like drinking bitter spring water, which cooled to the bottom. I feel completely transparent and melted in the fresh air. I seem to be drunk and become a floating cloud in the sky.
"sasha vujacic" heard a slight sound. Is it a fairy sound in the sky? I opened my eyes, got up, leaned against the window and looked into the distance. Oh, it turned out that the unknown tree in the flower bed was singing softly. Dressed in green, they danced in the breeze, and the strings of the "green bell" on the branches kept shaking. Then, I slowly looked up and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The sky is blue as a wash, and white clouds are like feathers. Clouds seem to be pulled out of the illusory fairyland by the angel of spring, and they want to make a beautiful white dress for themselves. Who knows, in a hurry, the original complete cloth was torn into countless pieces of crystal fragments, large and small, scattered in the blue sky and can no longer be found.
Oh, how can a naughty and lovely spring doll not be liked?
(2)
Listen, who is asking, "Where is spring?" Where is spring? "
In the afternoon, I walked alone at school, trying to find traces of spring. The sunshine in early spring penetrates the tall trees and casts mottled shadows on the ground. The leaves sparkled like a layer of glaze in the sun. There is an inexplicable joy in my heart. I open my arms and have an impulse to hold the sunshine in my arms. I like the sunshine in March very much. It is gentle and warm. The scorching sun in summer scorches the earth, and I can't stand the heat; The sunshine in the middle of winter is cold, lifeless and lifeless, and I don't like it either. And this early spring sunshine seems to have a magical power. It spilled on me and penetrated into every pore of me, driving away all the dullness and hardship left over from the whole winter and replacing it with the vitality of life. It feels like my mother's warm big hand stroking me gently, which makes a sweet spring breeze blow in every corner of my heart.
Look! Here, the winter jasmine is in full bloom, blowing golden horns to the sky one after another. What a lovely messenger of spring. Approached, I was pleasantly surprised to find a group of little guys-a little bee carrying a "basket". They are dancing happily among the flowers, looking around, very lively. These hard-working honey experts "buzzed" with honey, and all the bulging little bodies jumped into the arms of flowers. A flower and a world, this little winter jasmine, isn't it a beautiful paradise for bees? Look! Over there, the willow branches are still bare, and there is no moving scenery of "the willow on the lake is drunk with spring smoke". If you look closely, you will find small yellow willow buds on the gray branches, which contain the rhythm of life. Where is the grass? After the long winter, no one cares about the grassland depression, but you can bend down and observe, and you will find a little green in the gray-yellow weeds, where new life is gestating. And wisteria, the leaves have long since disappeared, and all the hairy pods have fallen off, leaving only the tangled stems, winding and full of vitality. I guess I haven't slept enough. This sleepy "big slacker" can't even wake up the fragrant spring breeze. Sleep, sleep, I won't disturb your dream. One day in the near future, you will open your dim eyes and stretch the slender branches and feathery leaves. That purple "flower tide" will definitely make people fall.
Oh, it's spring everywhere. Spring is in our campus.
(3)
Listen, who is chanting "Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites when the east wind blows."
I am not a child, but I like kites. I haven't flown a kite for many years. I haven't seen a kite for many days. There is always a deep nostalgia in my heart.
Today, I accidentally saw two girls flying kites in the playground: one holding the kite high, one holding a spool, and two getting ready. Then, with a bang, the kite flew. I looked up and stared at it intently. The kite didn't fly very high, but my heart was still full of infinite emotion. I feel that the whole person is melting, and my mood is drifting towards childhood. I also loved flying kites when I was a child, but my family was poor and had no money to buy kites. My friends and I have to paste kites ourselves. There are all kinds of kites: triangular, butterfly-shaped, eagle-shaped ... Although they look shabby, they are lovely, and the colorful patterns are all drawn by ourselves. It is also in such a sunny spring day that we often fly kites, run, laugh and shout on the boundless grassland. Watching kites fly in the blue sky and let our hopes fly, everyone's eyes are shining. The picture of memory is fixed in that spring, that spring with colorful kites floating in the air.
Oh, how can I forget the wonderful beginning of spring life?
In spring, a beautiful angel and a lovely spirit, you come with golden sunshine and brisk steps, leaving your unique breath in the air. I don't know where you went, but I know that "colorful is always spring". I have melted into your warm arms and I am willing to smell your fragrance forever.