Composition prose poem "Song of Spring"

? Haruka

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Warm spring breeze-blowing the tender branches that are about to spit green; Soft spring rain-moistens the buds that are about to open. In the blue sky, among the branches, happy birds are singing loudly, as if to tell all creatures: "Spring is back" ... "Spring is back" ... The melting ice on the river is singing Kaka with its unique rich and shocking voice! "know"! ...... "Kaka"! "know"! ......

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Spring-with her charming and sweet smile, gently soothe the injured grass, "Come out quickly, child, it's spring outside." The grass is tightly clustered together, and under the call of the spring breeze, it carefully pokes out the immature tips, one by one, one by one, so the earth and the world are stained with green fragrance and laughter.

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Spring-he hummed the songs of spring ploughing with a gentle and sweet voice.

Come on, hard worker. Chug chug. Chug chug ... The tractor is engraved with the face of years and rings, showing a happy and satisfied smile. As a result, with the dark waves on the black land behind him, one avenue after another full of life, color and sky was drawn.

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Spring-In a shy and reserved voice, she gently called to the man who had closed the doors and windows for a winter, "Come, the countryside is covered with warmth and spring." Pairs of sunny teenagers, holding hands, took off their heavy winter clothes, showing an elegant and graceful new Shao. Clinging to each other ... whispering ... touring ... so, the spring fiber stranger adds spring scenery, tenderness and beauty-enchanting.

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Spring-with her selfless and warm body, she cares for all the injured dead branches and hay between heaven and earth, sprinkles all the drizzle juice and makes the earth spit out new buds again, so the earth has the color of life recovery-"green" waves.

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When the field recovers, it is lush;

When the willow branch reappears, it is beautiful;

When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, bees and butterflies compete to dance;

When Haitang dances and blooms enchanting;

Swallows hold mud and build warm nests;

When lovers are comfortable in the secluded path between flowers;

When the earth is green, new clothes are revealed;

When people look forward to green and hopeful seedlings,

Spring-you have no regrets, no words, and nothing in return. You are in the sky? Are you on earth? You are among us, you will never leave, you will never get tired, and you will never get old. Wherever you go, you will be full of energy; Wherever you go, you will be charming. Even if you come to the east or the west again and again, you still stare at it happily and affectionately. Smile ... smile ... smile, with the color of life bred in your life. ......