Spring in my mind

This spring seems to be earlier than in the past.

I was lazy in the room, and a swallow suddenly stopped on the railing. Maybe it was greeting his companion, so two more swallows arrived. They turned their bodies and sang songs. I know that spring is coming.

So, go outside and see how?

The newly planted small trees in the past few years have already filled the entire garden. It's not that my words are inaccurate. The tree around the flower has been dyed with red roses, and it is neatly arranged next to the tree. It seems that the whole garden is bathed in this romantic red. But my eyes seemed to see a lot of bees flying around, and they heard them screaming. These careless little guys who haven't seen you for a long time, even you mistakenly treat these trees as flowers? Looking down, one of the plants was connected, and it was full of vigor and vitality. But there are also very few colors, especially yellow and white.

In this red sea, a few taller eucalyptus trees were mixed in. Raindrops and sunlight are like branches on a large banyan tree, with branches drooping and rooting. So many branches are in the same earth, absorbing the continuation of the life that the Mother Earth gave them. Rain is the elf in this spring, selfless dedication to their own power. "Sneak into the night with the wind, the moist things are silent." Then the yellow will shine.

As for the white, it is a real flower, but these flowers are not like the leaves that come out from the lush foliage, but the flowers like the lotus blossoms. Spread a lot of big bunches. The image of the green leaves is going to drip out water. The little white flowers of this little star are also beating up and down in the leaves, running.

Then there is the overwhelming green, the pine trees in the spring season, the laurel trees with lighter colors, and the bamboo leaves that are mottled. They are intricately connected, and the distant green is rare, growing along the arc. These greens are different, they are next to each other, regardless of you and me, scrambling to show their youth. There is quite a bit of momentum in the earth. The helpless team is not big enough, and a few clusters of deep bamboo cut off their journey. The strange thing is that almost all the trees are facing the bottom of the valley, as if the thick fog is like they are sprayed out.

Spring is the most seasonless color, and most of it is created by flowers. Thousands of small flowers are held in the grass, so red, each flower is like a burning flame. The yellow flower seems to be more beautiful. Is it a lazy autumn to forget to take it out? The lawn also reveals greenery. How beautiful! Purple, white, sky blue, unknown, well-known everywhere, like the stars in the sky, blinking at me in the breeze. Even the rape blossoms in the vegetable fields have ushered in spring. A new pleat of the attack was launched on the banyan tree. Willows took out a hint of sprouts. I walked through the path, and in the spring, you left a string of birds on my head.

The rain stopped and the aroma of the soil fluttered in the fields. The river flows shallowly, and the air is filled with joyful sounds.

Let us put a heart of grateful spring into a string of flowers and tribute to spring.

Second day: Zhuo Lingling