That spring snow

The gentle wind blew across the face, and the willow branches swayed with the wind. When I heard the sound of the birds, I discovered that the breath of spring had already spread all over the earth. Spring, full of vitality and vitality, but we have become a big child, but we have never been holding a kite high, not sitting on the ground listening to the words of the grass, faded the innocence, but also lost a lot joy. I remember that there was still a tender and innocent in the past few years. When I was a child, there were a few beautiful trees on the playground of the school. I didn’t know his name. I just thought that the flowers it opened were beautiful, and the flowers were like The filaments of the fan are pink, with a faint scent. Whenever the wind blows, a glimpse of the filaments goes down the wind. At this time, we will carefully pick them up or let them lie. Palm, or put it in your hand and blow it, watch a pink rain. Nowadays, there is no such tree in middle school. Later I realized that it was called Acacia, a very nice name, a beautiful tree. In the school without the acacia tree, there are large swaths of willow forest, and the slender willow branches like the dancers of the graceful, changing posture with the wind. At that time, just entering middle school was late summer, and there was a new green everywhere. After experiencing the cold winter and the snow, I ushered in the first spring of becoming a big boy, strolling on the path, and unconsciously the foot was full of ''snow'', I was amazed at its beauty, if The snow in winter is cold and easy to change, then it is the opposite. It is warm, weak but not easy to pass. Gently, I hold a 'snow'. At this time, the sky is still flying. With snowflakes, my numb heart seems to have returned to my childhood, forgetting the time, forgetting myself, running, chasing the snow of this spring, and indulging in it. Unconsciously, the body has already been covered with snow. At this time, I found out that there are more ''children'' around me. In fact, we are still innocent when we are nostalgic to children. At this moment, we returned to our childhood and used this gentle snowball. Snowball fights, all the troubles have disappeared into this Changchun snow. Now, it is spring again, I am looking forward to the next snow coming, looking forward to the catkins flying. There is a kind of beauty, blooming in the spring, carrying pure, warm, carrying the worry of childhood to this world, spring snow! Waiting, once again with you, relive the joy of childhood.

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