Spring is coming, the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the flowers are blooming, the grass is opening, the trees are growing, the children are singing and dancing, the whole world is reviving, spring is coming, every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring, the campus is full of spring beautiful reed tree, willow tree silk is everywhere, decorated with clean light yellow tender leaf grass, bringing the fragrance of soil Fangzuan, clumps, clusters, and green flowers also stretched, yawned, and found a small head of the children have taken off their bulky winter clothes and changed for the light and bright spring. The well-dressed birds come from home, singing interesting songs, telling us: spring is coming, spring is coming innocently, in the pond, in the field, in the sky, It's full of life everywhere. The natural scenery has become rich and colorful, the spring scenery has become beautiful, people's mood in spring is more beautiful, rickets all winter's wallboard has been straightened up, happy smiling face is full of hope, people in the park, photographed young people, fishing old people, catching insects children, one by one intoxicated in the embrace of nature, forget to come back.
In some years, spring is not always like this. April jumps by, and the whole stage is suddenly filled with tulip chorus, forsythia vine, plum blossom, and other years of trees growing leaves overnight. The spring tipoes stop, shy, peeping at the door like my grandson, avoiding sight, giggling in the corridor and saying, "I know you're out Noodles, "I cried." in April, the dogwood buds, pale green, slip into our arms, inlaid with tawny markings in the perfect cup, and dozens of tufted seeds explore the nest in awe: where are the seeds a month ago, apples showing their Hatter's ivory silk, rose colored everything that sleeps, wakes it up, feels it, powder Broken April is in your hands and looking at the anemone, if you like, or pea field, or to the stubborn weeds, this is the past, it is, and will be the same, the world has no end, spring will reappear, they are afraid of the distant autumn.
Today, look at the blue sky, listen to the grass growing under your feet, breathe the breath of spring, let the fruits of the earth flow on your tongue, reach out to embrace your loved ones, and ask the soul to awaken your awareness of the sanctity of your senses. No matter how hard the frost is, how deep the snow is, there is no season for the triumph of nature Waiting as warmly as spring, there is no season that greets me as warmly as spring. To my surprise, this season brings us rich flowers: the subtleties of wild primroses and violets, colorful crocuses in the park, tall soldier tulips and proud trumpets, Narcissus and narcissistic pictures are like this: the air and the earth are in the air The warm spring gusts permeate each other, the soil is full of sunshine, the sun is full of red dust, the air is filled with the smell of soil, the grass under the feet reflects the blue sky, spring is the only spring, is an eternal surprise.