Spring, enchanting gentleness

I don't know from which night, the north wind that always screams is also holding a little softness to the sound of freezing, so my heart is excited. Finally, spring is coming.

In the early spring morning, with the light of the sun smashing the dark night, everything wakes up from the slumber, the spring breeze slowly blows away the misty winter dust, blowing the fresh air in the wilderness, raising his head and breathing deeply, feeling the dew The air is accompanied by the fragrance of the earth, and the taste of life is felt.

Stepping briskly on the first revealing tender grass, looking up and seeing the peach tree has a little bit of pink on the peach tree, as if the girl of Yu Li Tingting quietly smiled and smiled. The willow tree has also spit out the green buds, and the branches are swaying in the wind, like a quiet woman who is dressed like a long hair. On the roadside, February Lan Lan was unwilling to fall out of the purple flower. As the breeze swayed gently, I also shook my heart.

I was about to lean over to pick up the smallness on the ground, but suddenly I was touched by the flash of the shadow. It turned out to be an exquisite white butterfly fanning its wings and dancing in the warm sun of spring. The sun gently embraced its wings and was swayed by its sultry but pleasing light. I smiled and chased me and wanted to touch the whiteness of the flying dance, but I saw it turned and hid myself into the creeping willow branches. I glanced and relentlessly grinned and looked at it and flew away cheerfully. The shadow had to be helpless and eagerly sighed.

"Several early battles for warm trees, who are new to Yan Yan Chun Mu", Yan Yanyan busy to build a nest for her own choice, a sound and crisp sound of the spring sky, in the air Pick up the circle.

Lying leisurely on the soft lawn, blowing the poplar catkins floating over, letting the warm sunshine sprinkle my body from the trees sparsely, like a soft quilt cover on me, people can't tell Comfortable and appropriate. Quietly looking at the clear and clear sky, let the bright blue filter through the heart into the bottom of my heart, the heart lake is also dyed into the same brisk color. All the clouds in the sky are grotesque, letting imagine that in this infinite spring day, all the comforts and happiness will be turned into laughter.

In this fascinating and gentle season, deeply and deeply intoxicated...

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