I sing a song for the spring breeze

I don't know when it was a bit cold in the wind, but a little more gentle and gentle. Spring breeze, are you here?

No doubt, you are here.

I didn't feel your presence for the first time, maybe because learning has made me unable to find you. Didn't notice the message of your spring, until the willows were full of energy, and a big butterfly fluttered in the sky with a big butterfly - it was a kite, and it was lifted up with your strength. So I saw that you were playing with it, making a good time, and then sure that it was you - because when you were young, you have been with me. So I have a childhood full of laughter and laughter. I want to sing a song for you because you carry the vitality of spring and the memories of childhood.

"'Blowing face is not cold, willow wind', good, like the mother's hand caress you." Once again, I feel your breath, gentle touch, so that the heart does not feel conscious. Look at the colorful flowers that you bring, smell the aroma of the flowers you sent, listen to the sound of the squeaking sound of the leaves, take a deep breath, so good! So the boring and boring learning is swept away and seems to have been taken by you. At this time, I want to sing a song for you, because you make my mood no longer depressed, and my mind is more sober.

The year is in spring. Your arrival means the arrival of spring, so everything recovers, and the grass grows long, until the spring of April is full. "It’s just beginning, some are kung fu, some are hopes.” Yes, you see: the flowers are competing to open, the grass grows vigorously, the trees add a touch of new green, and the crop grows one inch and one inch... At the beginning, just as we just got into the first year, we are full of vigor. So I began to plant the seeds of my hope: the flowers were a little more beautiful, the grass was a little taller, the trees were a little stronger, and the crops were a little longer... just like we stepped through the hopes of the first day. Second, until the third day of today, the seeds of hope are growing up, and now the seeds of dreams will be born. Spring breeze, can you give it more care and really bear the seeds of the dream we dreamed of?

Spring breeze, when we are about to end our third birthday, we will blow up the fire of our hopes, so we illuminate our dreams ahead. We begin the 100-meter sprint, and finally...

Spring breeze, I want to sing a song for you, not because you sent spring, but because you carry hope and dreams.

Third day: Wang Yumeng