The warming air, the ice-breaking water, the greening willow branches, and the sprouting buds, these messengers of spring, have driven away the cold wind and brought a warm breath! In spring, surrounded by the wind, the sun is warm, everything is full of vitality, the spring rain is moist, and the orchids are fragrant. "Spring is stirring on the branches of red apricots", the elves of nature are naturally unwilling to be lonely, and express the silent and rich spring as vigorously as if it has a sound. March is such a lively year, a month when all things come to life, and the way to interpret spring is even more exciting.
The drizzle in March is like silk and mist, which can only give you a vague feeling. It is continuous and like a tender world, shrouding the surroundings, like a dreamlike illusion. Walking in the light rain, Feel the beauty and romance of "light rain, slender wind and gentle breeze". Listening to the sound of splashing water under your feet and touching the soft raindrops, there is a rare sense of comfort and leisure.
The spring of March is the season of gestation, and everything is in the budding stage. The willow silk swayed slightly, its tip slightly touching the water surface, causing ripples. "The dawn is cold outside the green poplar smoke", the willows are piled with smoke, and the eyes are filled with endless green, feeling the refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that in late spring, along with the flying catkins, there will be another beautiful scenery!
Spring has arrived, and the willows are floating in the sea as green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and orioles fly, and the silk ribbons blow on the embankments. There is a warm atmosphere everywhere, harmonious melodies are played, and moving pictures are performed! Spring is here, and things in March are signaling silently and loudly. In the chirping oriole, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain, in the fluttering willow threads, the coming of spring is everywhere being summoned. ! Wandering in the warm breeze of March, walking slowly in the small garden, I am contented that spring has arrived.
The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the spring flowers are yellow... No wonder poets love to sing about spring, and painters love to depict spring. Because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very surprised, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth?
The rain in spring is continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, and calls the earth softly. When people don't know it, they quietly merge into a small river, accumulating rain. It became a deep pool. Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pond water.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the slightly chilly wind wakes up everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of tall buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze turns green again to the south bank of the river." How well said! But it’s more than just “green”?
Blowed by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps... connected into a patch, forming a sea. When people face this sea of ??blue, red, yellow... majestic colors, their worries and depression are gone. Thanks to the colors of spring for bringing us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the spring sky again. Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's the kite flown by the children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various poses are flying freely and freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also working hard to dress up and add spring colors?
However, if you lean down and take a closer look, you will find that among the pleasant colors, there are scattered yellow spots, which are the traces left by the remaining winter. You may sigh: "It's really a fly in the ointment!" Yes, looking at those few grasses with broken limbs and arms and legs, who would be in a good mood? However, you might as well peel off the yellow winter clothes, and you will have more novel discoveries, hey! It's green inside! It turns out that the withered and yellow grass is also giving birth to a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun that are waving diligently; it is the childish children who dress up innocently; it is the neglected grass that is silently gestating With.
People who enjoy the joy of spring colors to the fullest, what have you contributed to the colors of spring?