Spring is in the branches
Spring is in the flowers
Spring is in the wings of the swallow
Spring is in the whistles of the pigeons
Spring is in the western mountains
Spring is in the rivers
Spring is in the fields
Spring is in the ancient cities
.Spring thunder beats the drum
Spring wind runs around and calls out
Spring rain sows songs
Spring tide surges like a wave
A vibrant spring dyes every cell of the people green
A hopeful bird is nesting quietly in the hearts of the people of Beijing
2.
Spring is slowly coming.
With coolness and gentleness
Flowers blossomed petal by petal
Smiles still hung on their red cheeks
Grasses donned
green garments
One by one
Piece by piece
The turquoise waves on the plains
Wandered in the paths of Spring.
Spring's inexhaustible tenderness
The inexhaustible whispering
A strand that contains the tremor of the wind
Pulls the strings of the heart
An old song
Attracts the laughter of the children... ...
The footsteps of early spring are still reserved
A bud on a tree branch
A bud in a flower bed
A crisp cry of an old swallow returning to spring
The thin mud duhs on the soles of one's shoes
Birds sing the poems of spring
The pale green breeze passes through my fingers...
Soft rain falls from my head ......
Tiny spring showers
dance lightly and gracefully
Spring rain
Soft
Transparent
Harmonious
The sky weaves with this needle-like thing
The sky weaves with this needle-like thing
The sky weaves with the rain.
Woven into a transparent cloth
The rain fell on the river
Striking a circular halo
The circles spread out -
Adding to the scent of spring
The gurgling streams
Rolled the waves laden with the fresh scent of petals
and the verdant green of leaves
happily rushing forward
The green spring water
was comfortably swirling with the wind
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And now and then a few thirsty swallows
swooped down
"Whoosh! " with a bang -
gulping a few mouthfuls of cool river water
and flying high into the sky
as if the spring water is a part of spring
with which you can wash your soul
even in your dreams
remembering the
In fact
I only know a little bit about spring
I am still shallow about spring
Let it be shallow
I don't want to know what spring has to offer
Let me keep my
hazardous impression of spring
3.
Who carries the piece of green and spreads it by the side of the path? The road?
Who stole the layers of yellow and dotted the hills?
Who plucked the whites and scattered them on the lake?
Who strummed the stringless zither and made the streams yanni and sing?
Who released the peace and let the returning geese soar freely?
Who sowed hope and made it grow in the fields by plucking?
Busy making a nest of swallow mother flying around, she will tell you,
Breaking shell out of the chick has not opened their eyes shaking into the sunshine,
Kissing the blue sky of the red kite high and low to go, she will tell you,
Duckling jumped into the pond with joy to chase, play and swish,
Tender willows sway in the wind to sway, she will tell you,
She will tell you,
The young willow sway in the wind, she will tell you,
The young willow sway in the wind, she will tell you,
The young willow sway in the wind, she will tell you,
What is it that makes the birds fly in peace? tell you,
The beautiful wings of butterflies flickered on the stamens blown open by the warm spring wind.
4. Spring
The first clap of thunder
woke me up from my dream
clad in a few thin threads of rain
treading on the soft, fluffy soil
wandering on the path of the stream
The grasses by the roadside peeped out from the cracks of the mud
and I played hide-and-seek with the green fluffy faces smile shyly
The water in the creek sings a happy little tune and murmurs
There are a few red, green, and flowery--
Fish chasing each other
To see who leaps over the dragon's gate
Golden canola blossoms in the field
At the teasing of a swarm of bees I took a deep breath of fresh air
Wet and fragrant
I was intoxicated by the sight of all the colors
Then the sound of a flute came from the distance
It led me to the east end of the river
It was a child with a schoolbag and a piccolo
sitting cross-legged on the back of a buffalo, playing "Into the New Era"
It was a small child with a piccolo, sitting on the back of a buffalo, playing "Into the New Era"
It was a small child with a school bag, sitting on the back of a buffalo, playing "Into the New Era". I quickened my pace and came to the bridge
An old farmer waved his red-tipped whip
and plowed his field under a peach orchard
A group of swallows sipped the soil
and flew in pairs through the willows into the courtyard
Some little girls
dressed in red mannequins
were making a rice planting bed
and their hands were constantly busy. They are busy
weaving colorful nets
and humming the "Song of the Four Seasons"
5. The season of the year is spring
The most important part of the day is the morning ......
With the gentle morning breeze reverberating overhead
Yes, there's no net weaved by a spring nun. Nets
Where is the pod that Autumn's brother loads with fish
Without Spring's buds
Where is Autumn's fruit
Without Spring's drizzle
Where is Autumn's sunshine
Snap! Another crisp crack of the whip
Like a marching bugle echoing in the ears
Hastens one to catch up with spring
Speeds up the pace to build a harvest nest
6. Spring
In the grass, I see the greenness of spring, and the grass is all green and changed into a new dress.
In the wind, I could smell the spring, the wind was blowing gently and it wasn't cold at all.
In the magpie's mouth, I heard the sound of spring, magpies and cuckoos kept calling, saying loudly, "Spring is coming!"
In the wind, I touched the gentleness of spring, the wind made us feel pleasant, and at times refreshed, the wind seemed to have a magical power.
In the trees, I felt the beauty of spring, so that we can eat delicious food, as if the flowers and trees are the leaders of the fruit, as soon as the flowers and trees grow, the fruit also immediately obey the orders of the trees, and hurry to grow.
In the woods, I smelled the breath of spring, the air of the woods was fresh, the animals ran happily, and the little children played games together.
In the mountains, I saw the green of spring, the mountains were green, and the mountains were very high, high up into the clouds.
Beside the river, I heard the sound of spring, the river ding ding ding dong dong, as if playing the piano to welcome the arrival of spring, the river ran happily.
Spring came and the snakes woke up and came out of their holes and went outside to look for food to eat.
Spring came and the frogs stopped hibernating and swam out of the water to croak on the lotus leaves.