Early in the morning, I walked out of the house and came to the grass. The grass was soaked with dew. They are shiny and green, just like shiny diamonds.
I walked on, and there was an apricot tree, the apricot tree in the sun, holding out the first blooming apricot flower.
There is a small river ahead, which turns five times around the head of the village. The water is as cold as a glass mirror, dazzling. A group of ducklings tried to arch down, but they couldn't get in. They quack and sound like trumpets.
Walking under willows, the breeze blows thousands of willows before the yellow leaves unfold. I broke off a branch, cut it neatly with a knife, and then rubbed it to make the green bark slightly ripe and soft. When I suddenly pulled out the branches, a flute appeared meekly in my hand.
There is an elm tree in front, which is covered with elm money. All the children in the village like to eat elm money there. If the first piece melts in your mouth, the second piece must remind you to chew carefully. When you run out of elm money in your hand, you stay on the higher and denser elm branches and try your best to climb the wall under the cover of branches and leaves to eat.
It's great that spring has finally come!
Spring has come, and the composition is 250 words.
Spring has come and the grass is covered with bright green. They gently waved to the blue sky and smiled at the sun.
Spring has come, flowers have climbed up the branches, and red, pink and purple flowers are competing to open. They nodded happily to the bees and congratulated the butterflies.
Spring has come, and the willows on the river bank have sprouted. Delicate willows are like fireflies, agates and stars at night, shining in the sunlight.
Spring has come, the ice in the pond has melted, the green frogs are singing, and the black fish are playing freely. On the water, groups of white swans and ugly ducklings sometimes sing and sometimes dance ballroom dancing.
Spring has come, and the children have taken off their thick cotton-padded clothes. They are running freely on the grass, some are flying kites, some are catching butterflies, and some are collecting honey. Some people are lying on the grass enjoying the birds and flowers.
The wind in spring is soft, the air in spring is fresh, the sunshine in spring is warm, the world in spring is colorful and the children in spring are happy.
Ah, spring, how beautiful!
Spring has come, and the composition is 250 words.
In my life, I found many beautiful scenery.
Spring girl's light footsteps are coming. Everywhere she went, she was full of laughter and laughter.
Spring girl came to the river, and the breeze blew the willow with yellow leaves, as if combing her hair. The grass also heard the call of Miss Chun and couldn't wait to stretch her head. As a result, the earth became a green carpet.
Spring girl came to the flower bed, and clusters of flowers were beautiful and moving. All kinds of flowers come to the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Colorful flowers are beautiful! Yellow Kinsey, pink as chardonnay, red as fire and white as snow. ...
Spring is like a concert. Listen, the musicians in the pond are singing "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack.
Ah! Spring, I praise you! Because you have brought laughter to all of us!
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Spring has come and willows have sprouted. Flowers are also scrambling to bloom their own colors. The grass also poked its head out of the soil. Together, they make spring more dazzling.
You see, the willows grow more green leaves, which is really the scene of "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors". Willow fiddled with the branches. Children blow out the joy of spring with willow flutes.
The small flowers in the field exude intoxicating fragrance, and the flowers attract hardworking bees. Bees collect pollen, then return to the hive and turn it into the sweetest honey.
Grass has brought infinite vitality to Mother Earth, and the green lawn is like a green carpet. The children were playing games on the lawn, and you chased after me and shed a burst of laughter. Let the grass laugh. Other children are catching butterflies among the flowers. Butterflies are dancing and playing hide-and-seek with children.
Spring is a colorful season, a season full of vitality, a season that children like and a fascinating season.
Spring is a beautiful picture. I like beautiful spring.