In the spring

If one day, I have nothing to do, please leave me in this time; if one day, I quietly leave, please bury me in this spring. -Inscription

The rain in March is like a mist, and it can only be a faint feeling of faintness. It is like a world of confusion. It is surrounded by a dreamlike fantasy. Walk in the rain and feel the "small rain and fine wind". Beautiful and romantic. Listening to the sound of the water under the feet, touching the smooth rain, there is a rare pleasure and leisure.

On the first morning of March, the sun rose, the earth awakened with the strong sunshine, all things came out of the ice, the hibernating animals gradually climbed, and the peasants went to the fields and began their efforts for the new year. The children are still wearing cotton, but I don't know that spring is already here!

In the spring, the gentle spring breeze blew the earth. There were white dandelions on the roadside, and the willows on the stream spit the branches, and the scorpion also stood on the branches and picked up small songs. I don't know how many times, the children can't stand the beauty of spring anymore, so they came to the wide lawn, put up the kite, and started the game.

In the spring, everything is alive. The flowers breathe a strong aroma, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The stream is running, watering a rice field, one side of the land. Looking at the blue sky, the birds are flowing and playing between the white clouds. They wave their happy wings and tell people the good news of spring with a crisp song.

In the spring, the bright moonlight decorates the spring night sky and decorates the earth. The night sky is like a boundless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars, like the small sparks rising in the sea, flashing and flicking, and the small light spots are beating. Fields, villages, trees, in a quiet sleep, covered with silver tulle. The mountains, faint, like clouds, and the islands of the sea, as if to summon the boats of the night, from time to time, a little red blush.

I am willing to leave the butterfly in this spring!

First day: Yu Wenquan