Look, the spring breeze driving colorful clouds came slowly, exuding a wisp of refreshing fragrance. She turned into a delicate grass buds, from the solid earth drilled out: she turned into the north return of the geese, from the distant sky flew back; she turned into a girl on the thin as a cicada silk scarf from the bustling crowds of people come ------ and warm spring wind is the messenger of spring. Look, she flew over the mountains and rivers, leaving behind a silk green, swept over the earth, leaving behind a burst of refreshing, drifting through the emerald green fields, leaving behind a bit of green light.
The spring breeze narrated the lingering ramblings. "I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, February spring wind like scissors." The slender willow leaves, clear veins, really from the spring breeze of the wonderful pen. "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me." The spring breeze has blown the south of the river green, when you have become a messenger, will traveler's nostalgia to pass. The spring breeze, ah, and why you do not degree jade gate pass, in the Qiang flute sound back and forth drifting. The peach blossoms are still there, welcoming the spring breeze with a bright smile and blooming the beauty of the smiling nightmare like a flower.
Spring season, snuggled in the embrace of nature, wandering in the ink landscape poetry, how free, how open. The caress of the spring breeze makes the "flowers gradually fascinating eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves", and even more so that "spring tide with rain late rush." Spring rain falls, in the spring breeze invited to participate in this grand spring banquet. Thus, the spring rain in the company of the wind girl, meteor-like slide down to the sky, playing a beautiful melody, dynamic notes floating with the wind. Trembling colorful pentameter hanging diagonally on the treetops, like beautiful purple and red flowers in the trembling branches and leaves gorgeous, dancing. It's not just a poet with a refined sense of humor who blurted out the words "with the wind into the night, moist and silent", echoing the melodious music.
The spring wind and rain, spring rain play wind. They are playing, laughing, unknowingly cleansing the dirty mind. At the same time, they spread the seeds of purity to the earth, so that the innocent child's heart blossomed in the world.
The spring breeze fluttered, carrying people's expectations and hopes, carrying the blessing of all things to fly away. But the feeling of that spring breeze on the face is still very clear, still intoxicating.