Looking for the footprints of Chun

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"The flowers on the spring embankment are like golden brocades, and the tender willow branches are broken and have a strange aroma." The text is whispered in the mouth, and I have gone to the wild without knowing it.

"A good spring!" The heart could not help but sigh.

Look! That willow tree, stretching its graceful graceful posture in the breeze, Chunyan flew over the willow branches, helping it to sort out the messy hair, like the willows say hello, naughty flying around, sometimes to the east and westward, indicating In the spring, the swallows flew over the lake, and the wings swept the slight waves, and the waves spread around. The water that banned a winter slammed the sound of "叮咚!叮咚!", and the fish caught constantly jumping over the water, as if to say hello to the tourists.

Walk on the field path and enjoy this spring. There was a small grass on the side of the road, looking out, and the ground was covered with a fluffy natural green blanket, giving people the urge to lie down. There are wild flowers in the grass, which are red, pink, and purple. There are children in the grass who are really laughing. They run and dance, play and play in the grass, hold the kite line in their hands, and pull up a beautiful kite.

There are colorful kites in the sky, look! The two kites were wrapped around each other. Suddenly, with a loud noise, the children’s screams were mixed and a plane landed. Even so, there is still a cheerful smile on the children's faces.

The sky became blue and decorated with white clouds. The sun shone the warmth of spring to the earth, and sprinkled the golden light. The heart was very happy. "Ah." shouted at the sky. At this time, the cloud seems to be responding to my voice and gathering toward the side.

Gradually, the cloud shrouded the entire sky and slowly moved downwards. The swallows hovered under the clouds, and the breeze blew the new twigs and leaves a "sasha" sound. The clouds slowly turned black, and gradually, the small raindrops dripped from the sky, mixed with a smell of dust, with a touch of floral fragrance. The so-called: "Tianjie Xiaorun is like a crisp, the grass is close to but no." Since ancient times, there has been a saying that spring rain is as expensive as oil. It is really good. If you don't believe it, will the rain keep going?

In the wild, enjoy the embrace of nature.

The third day: Xue Yuer