Spring footsteps

Drizzle,

Dripping on the wide river,

The layer is layered.

Look, that tree

Already spit out the sprouts,

On the twigs,

They are all decorated with green.

Oh, spring is coming,

It gently combs the branches of the tree,

The branches sprouted like this.

The rain is still not working,

In the field,

The grass can't stand the call of it,

Breaking through the ground,

Looking from afar,

a piece of green oil,

Let the bare land,

A lot more life.

Spring’s footsteps did not stop.

Where it goes,

They have all revived.

First day: Zhang Meng