You Chun

On the occasion of the spring of March, the plum blossoms of the solitary cream have turned into butterflies and danced in the air. The spring flowers have been replaced with golden dance clothes, ready to dance again; peach blossoms put on costumes , ready to sing another song. Why don’t you go out for a spring in this wonderful season?

When I came to Youchunyuan, the first thing I saw was "Hua Kui Niangzi" - peach blossom, peach blossom did not use bright colors to show the spring, but with a white heart to repay the spring; it did not use the fragrance of flowers to embellish the spring Instead, use the simple heart to praise spring and celebrate spring. The pink peach blossoms are close to the whole branch, they are like a group of naughty children, and they are rushing to bloom the lovely smiles. Those peach blossoms, some of them are blowing in the wind, and they are smiling; some contain Put, half hidden and half exposed; more is the white furry little red spit. The five white small petals are combined into a small round face. The petals are many slender flowers, with a small yellowish dot, three or four small flowers forming a small circle. It is like a group of innocent and lively under the spring breeze. The child is playing the "hands-on" game.

At this time, sister Nan Nan said: "Magnolia, look at it." We looked in the direction of Nan Nan's fingers, ah, the one and another magnolia flower, plain wrapped, crystal clear, slim, magnolia, is a skilled craftsman The priceless treasure made of white and flawless jade is as rich as the peony of the national color, and as elegant as the Lingbo fairy. It is more beautiful and refreshing than the lotus flower, and more beautiful than chrysanthemum. The color of magnolia is white and white, and looks like a wind chime. Some magnolias only unfolded two or three pieces of pre-announcement flaps, and some of the petals were unfolded, revealing yellow-yellow stamens, and still flowery bones, like a white gem.

Walking and seeing a clear lake, like the eyes of Nannan, like the clear-pool, and the moon on the horizon. Suddenly, a spring breeze hit, and there was a hint of coolness in the fragrance. Some of the willow trees by the lake are like white-haired old people. Some are like graceful girls, and they are a clear and green corridor for the Qingtan-like lake.

Spring is like a girl with a shawl slowly and slowly coming to us with a touching smile. Spring is gentle and embarrassing. She is not as enthusiastic as summer, not as rich as autumn, so lonely and cold as winter.

Sixth grade: an injury buried in the bottom of my heart