Golden autumn

I don't know when the spring girl came quietly: with her skirt waving a gentle wave, the earth spring breeze noodles; she used her wide sleeves to gently light a Buddha, the earth is full of new sprouts.

Today, I visited the footprints of Spring Girl everywhere. Next to the small river, the ice and snow melted, and the stream sang a cheerful song, jumping and jumping to the distance: on the bare tree, the small and green buds grew, and the grandfather of the tree was very happy; the flowers before the flowers bloomed, the original withered flowers The resurrection, the flowers swaying in the breeze; on the grassland, it can be said that "the wildfire can not be burned, the spring breeze blows again", the grass is coming out from the ground; in the bamboo forest, the spring bamboo shoots can not help but break through the land and drill the head. I want to see at a glance, the style of this world. At this time, it was drizzling. I stood under a big tree, the breeze blew, and the rain drove, the world became a painting.

After the rain, I slowly walked home. Along the way, the birds were whispering, the butterflies danced in the forest, the streams were singing cheerfully, and the little animals were active in the forest.

Gradually, the sunset kissed Xishan, but I was still immersed in the spring girl. I knew that my head was singing slowly in the branches. I should go home, goodbye.

Sixth grade: Chen Xin