Looking for spring

Spring is coming, and the grass creeps out of the soil, tender and green. The willows hang down the soft branches and shake gently under the spring breeze. It is very beautiful. The spring swallows of the south flew back to the north, and they screamed as if to say; "We can go home." The ice of the river is flowing, the river is flowing, and the beautiful music is played.

The field is dressed in beautiful flower clothes, as beautiful as the little girl, the flowers are grass, and the life of spring is everywhere. The spring breeze is like a cotton, soft, like the hands of mother, the spring rain is like silk, like a thin line. I like spring.

Fuping City Experimental National Primary School Year 2: Li Shiting