Full garden spring

The clouds lingered, the rain drenched, and the raindrops of the patter fell on the body, soaking the clothes. Sprinkle the treetops, wash away the dust of the past, one drop, two drops... the music is intertwined, revealing the clean green leaves to rejuvenate. It rained all night. Until the early morning, the rain stopped, and the sky was white, and the silence of the winter was exhausted overnight.

The sun rises into the sky, not glaring, and gently gives the earth a full of tenderness.

"The spring of the garden can't be closed, and a red apricot comes out of the wall." The breath of spring is a good wine in the wind, fascinated by all beings.

When entering the garden, the wind sent the petals to the fullness, leaving the musk to linger at the nose, a touch of green and green, and the willows, the soft branches fluttering in the wind, and the newly drawn green buds are adorned with crystal raindrops. Jing, the lips and corners raised a smile.

Slightly squatting, sighing deep and sniffing, along the scattered marks of the petals, step to the front of the flower, the exhibition hand low-looking in the palm of the powder white five-petal flower, mixed with red core, smaller lovable. Looking back, Wang Lin bathed in the sun and the clouds steamed Xia Wei, the heart was like a wind blowing through the blossoming branches, and suddenly turned around, slightly stunned. "Last year, today, in this door, the face of peach blossoms are red." So beautiful, with the green leaves more spring, creed, do not feel the body.

The remnant of the corner of the eye saw a group of chestnuts hidden in the prosperous young leaves, doubting the next step under the tree, looking closely, a furry tail around the side, two small claws holding a nut arch on the chest, two ears supporting Standing erected, I couldn't help but move forward a few steps, the hand touched the branches, and the leaves floated to the ground. I didn't expect the squirrel to be so afraid of life, and I ran out of it, leaving only a residual image.

In the singing of the birds, the heart is delighted. In the red and green willows, a white dress plays and dances, the golden warm sun casts a dimly colored color, and the white shirt is dyed and adorned with brilliance.

On the small garden incense path, looking into the sky, the winged eagle soars at the end of the white cloud, and the tail line is controlled in the hands. The camera will stop the flower in the image, and some people will sing and sing, and the sound of the melody should preach the hearts of the birds.

The stream is simmering, the river is small, and the Jingshui Lake is a few waves. The white feathers float on the water, the swan attracts the neck and the water, and the koi is wrapped in the jade lake, adding a touch of business. "The shore is Tinglan, Jinlin swimming." At the edge of the pavilion on the lake, tourists are feeding, and the fish gather and churn, and it is joyous.

Xiayang Bitian, colorful clouds and warm winds, flowery Liuqing, mountains and waters, a painting to paint this spring, it is fascinating.

Shaanxi Xi'an Beilin District Jiaotong University Middle School Branch 3: Wang Jiarun