My hometown is Panzhihua, where spring comes especially early, after the Spring Festival, the weather is gradually warming up, and the footsteps of spring are close.
You see, a climbing branch flowers are blooming in color, a fiery red, from afar, like a torch in the air. The yellow hornbeam trees on both sides of the campus have drawn out new buds, pointed and long, like a small green pepper. Grass like a naughty child, while we do not pay attention to the time, quietly broke out of the ground, tender, the green from the heart of people pity. A spring wind blew, they danced to meet the spring girl, but also measuring the spring scenery on earth.
"Spring rain is as expensive as oil." The spring rain pattered down, such as cattle hair-like rain fluttering, such as smoke and fog. Rain everywhere in the people with umbrellas, from time to time there are naughty children drill out of the umbrella, stick out the little tongue, 408757305 taste the rain. Raindrops fell on the flowers, flowers comfortably smiled; fell in the field, farmers uncle smiled, weathered face full of hope, as if to see the harvest scene.
Spring, strolling in the orchards of Dada, looking around, only to see the pomegranate tree issued tender red buds, like finely carved rubies. Pear trees, apricot trees, mango trees, peach trees ┈ ┈ have blossomed, see these flowers, as if I saw the harvest.
Spring, look at the Pragmatsu's peach forest, peach here and there, no matter where you look, full of eyes is always a pink, so you feel is into a pink world. Some have hung on the small hairy peach, fluffy, spring wind blowing, gently swaying, as if to greet you. A thin layer of petals on the ground, wafting a burst of fragrance, I can not help but intoxicated.
The weather has warmed up, and there are more people in the city and the countryside, helping the old and the young, breathing in the breath of spring. There were gradually more kites in the sky, and children on the ground laughed, ran, and frolicked. The woods became green, and the birds sang happily in the branches, their songs reaching up to the clouds.
This is our spring in Panzhihua, it is full of vitality, full of hope, its beauty, my poor pen can not be depicted, if you want to really understand it, you are welcome to Panzhihua!