Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

The grass crept out of the earth, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot of them. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers have a sweet smell in them; When I closed my eyes, the trees seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes like stars, and blinking.

"The wind blows the willows and willows", yes, like a mother's hand caressing you, the wind carries the smell of some freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds set their nests in the flowers and leaves, and rejoiced, calling their friends to show their crisp singing voices, singing tactful tunes, and harmonizing with the breeze and water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow also sounded loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, three or two days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and the roof of the house is covered with a thin layer of smoke. The leaves of the trees are green and shiny, and the grass is so green that your eyes are touched. In the evening, the lights are on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and there are working farmers in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses were sparse and silent in the rain.

There were more kites in the sky, and more children on the earth. In the city and countryside, every family, old and young, also rushed out, one by one. Relax and refresh your muscles and bones, shake your spirit, and do your own thing. "The plan of the year lies in spring", at the beginning, some are kung fu, and some are hope.

Spring is like a doll that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, and it grows.

Spring is like a little girl, with flowers and branches, smiling and walking.

Spring is like a sturdy youth, with iron arms and waists, leading us forward.