Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.
Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.
The grass secretly emerges from the earth, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, and if I don’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers are sweet; when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking.
"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", it is good, it feels like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind carries the smell of some heart-turned earth, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the smell of various flowers. The fragrance is brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds nestled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear singing voices to their friends, singing melodious tunes that echoed with the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.
Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like a cow yak, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke is covering the roof of the house. The leaves are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on small roads and beside stone bridges, there are people walking slowly holding umbrellas, and there are farmers working in the fields, wearing hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.
There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things. "The plan for a year lies in spring." At the beginning, there is some hard work and some hope.
Spring is like a baby that has just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, walking with a beautiful smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet, leading us forward.