(a)
Listen, who is singing "along the campus familiar path, early in the morning came to school reading ......".
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car.
Take off the thick cotton jacket, wear a thin line shirt, plus a spring school uniform, feel a lot of ease. Feet on a bicycle, shoulder a schoolbag, in the morning breeze through, feel especially cozy. Luckily, I happened to be sitting in the window seat of the classroom on such a March morning. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I chewed on the flavor of spring. The slightly moist air was mixed with the fragrance of the earth and the scent of grass. I breathed in the fresh air as if I were drinking from a fresh spring, and it cooled me to the core. I felt transparent, and felt myself dissolving in the refreshing air. It was as if I was drunk and turned into a floating cloud in the sky.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle" came a slight sound in my ears, could it be the immortal music in the sky? I opened my eyes, got up, leaned lightly against the window, looking into the distance. Oh, the original is a flower bed in the unknown trees issued by the soft singing. They are dressed in turquoise, dancing in the breeze, the branches of the string of "green bells" can not stop shaking. And then, I slowly raised my head to a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky. The sky is blue and clear, with a feathery white clouds, the clouds seem to be spring angels from the ethereal fairyland pulled, to make a white and flawless beautiful clothes for themselves. But who knows, the heart in a hurry, the original complete cloth was torn into countless pieces of large and small crystalline fragments, scattered in the blue sky, never to find back.
Oh, naughty and lovely spring doll ah, how can you not let people heartily like it?
(2)
Listen, who is asking: "Where is spring?
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've had a good time.
In the afternoon, I was walking alone in the school and trying to find traces of spring. The early spring sunlight through the tall trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The leaves of the trees glistened as if they were coated with a glaze under the sunlight. There was an inexplicable joy in my heart, and I opened my arms with an urge to embrace the sunshine in my arms. I love this March sunshine, it is gentle, warm. Summer like fire sun scorching the earth, I can not resist the heat; winter sunshine cold, dead, lifeless, I also do not like. But this early spring sunshine seems to have a kind of magic, it sprinkled on me, penetrated into every pore of my body, the whole winter left behind the dullness, sleepiness are driven away, replaced by the vitality of life. It felt like my mother's big warm hand gently caressing me, making every nook and cranny of my mind blow with sweet spring breeze.
Look! This side, the spring flowers bloomed, one by one to the sky blowing a golden yellow trumpet. This is the messenger of spring, how to love. Closer, I was surprised to find a group of little guys - a small bee with a "basket". They happily danced among the flowers, looking around, sniffing the west, strange busy. These hardworking honeymakers "buzzed" with all their heart to pick honey, and all of their tiny bulging bodies flung themselves into the embrace of the flowers. A flower is a world, this little spring flower, is not it a wonderful paradise for bees? Look! Over there, the willow branches are still bare, without the moving scenery of "willow drunk with spring smoke on the lake bank". But a closer look reveals tiny goose-yellow willow buds sprouting from the gray branches, which contain the rhythm of life. What about the grass? After a long, hard winter, the grass is depressed, cold, but bend down to observe, you will find in the gray and yellow grass between a little bit of green, where pregnant with a new life ah. And the wisteria, the leaves have long been missing, the furry pods have fallen off, leaving only the winding stems, curved, strong. It must not have had a full night's sleep, this sleepy "big lazybones", even the fragrant spring wind can not wake it up. Sleep, sleep, I do not come to disturb your dreams, one day soon, you will open your eyes, stretch your slender branches, feathery leaves, that a purple "tide of flowers" will make people fall.
Oh, spring is everywhere, spring is in our campus.
(3)
Listen, who is chanting "Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites."
I am not a child, but I love kites.
I'm not a child, but I love kites. I haven't flown a kite in years, and I haven't seen a kite in days, so there's always a deep nostalgia in my heart.
Today, unexpectedly, I saw two girls flying kites in the playground: one held up the kite, the other hand holding the spool, the two ready, then with a "release", the kite rocked up. I looked up and stared at it, the kite did not fly high, but my heart was still filled with infinite emotion. I felt like my whole body was about to melt, and my mind drifted back to my childhood. When I was a kid, I also loved flying kites, but my family was poor and I didn't have the money to buy a kite, so my friends and I had to make our own kites, which came out to be many different kinds of kites: triangular, butterfly, and eagle. ...... Although it looks very shabby, but it is quite cute, with our hand-painted patterns on it, colorful. Also on such sunny spring days, we often flew kites on the endless grass, running, laughing, shouting, looking at a kite flying in the azure sky, flying our hopes, everyone's eyes sparkling. The picture of memory is fixed in that one spring, that one spring with colorful kites in the air.
Oh, how can I forget the beautiful opening of the spring of life?
Spring, the beautiful angel, the lovely elves, you draped in golden sunshine, with a brisk pace fluttering, the air left your unique breath. I do not know exactly where you went, but I know that "all the colors are always spring", and I have long been into your warm embrace, and would like to smell your fragrance forever.