Spring in my eyes

Spring has always been so low-key, coming in a hurry, going silent. Like a guardian angel, it guards the land that we depend on.

Looking into the distance, the original empty land gradually has color. Whether it's golden canola or a blossoming peach blossom, it has a springy flavor. It’s so dazzling, it’s so fascinating. The insufficiency of the weeds, and the strong re-exploration of the head. Perhaps its birth is the affliction of the peasants, but he does not give up, he also hopes that one day will shine, and hope that it is not a demon, every time he is facing him is not the thick pesticide. He wants people to know that wild grass is also useful, just like spring.

The spring in my eyes is no longer the flowers and plants, no longer the spring girl in everyone's mouth. For me, spring has a kind of caring care, and has the spirit of kindness and dedication. Like my mother, I have done too much for me, and I don't know what to say to me. I am the grass, I hope I can grow up, I hope my mother is not treating me as a child. I also hope to be the mother's pride and no longer be a burden to my mother. But I also found out that my mother always regarded me as her treasure, and never blamed me for being bad. Leaving her, will not let her worry for me, more is just care, greetings, I will say that I am very good, then you? Whether you will pay more attention to yourself, and more for me. I will persist like a grass, and I will stick to it if I am tired. The road to life needs me to go. The frustration of life can only be withstood. I can't help you. Please let go of your hands and let me learn to fly in my own blue sky. Life is like this, facing you will not be all applause and flowers, sometimes it will be a little rain, I will hold an umbrella when it rains, learn to take care of myself.

Spring does not regret, spring does not matter, spring will be tolerant, will understand. Spring will one day be proud of you and will know how good you are to her.

The spring in my eyes is like the grass, the flower, the one you...

Tangqi Second Middle School: Jin Kaiyan