Who brought the spring

Wuhan Changqing First School, Sanban Tianwangxing

Instructor: Shen Linyan

In the spring of March, the grass grows long. Winter Grandpa slipped away quietly, and Spring Sister came with a smile and a warm blessing!

"The green makeup is a tree high, and the wan will hang down the green silk." Spring sister came, she awakened the sleeping land, and also blew a row of willows by the river. In the yard, the grass sneaked out of the soil, tender and green; in the community, the tea trees, plum trees, and magnolia trees were full of flowers, and they rushed to bloom. The flowers are scented, and everything seems to be immersed in the fragrant sea of ​​flowers: red like fire, powder like Xia, white like snow, a group, a clump, covered with branches.

“Children are eager to chase the yellow disc and fly into the cauliflower and find nowhere.” It’s time for the rape blossoms. The little animals are really busy! In the creek, a group of naughty little baboons swam in the grass; a group of cheerful little fish wore through the cracks. In the flowers, a beautiful big butterfly dances in the air, it flies high in a while, flies low in a while, showing off its wonderful dance; a hardworking bee is busy collecting honey in the flowers, only to see it fly for a while In the east, it flies to the west for a while, showing its dexterous dance, and the rhododendron and the spring flowers leave its busy figure.

The park is full of people and it is very lively. Some play pulleys, some play boating, some play go-karts, and others play kites. Hey, there was a little brother running over there, only to see his long, chubby, rounded face, inlaid with a pair of big round eyes, revealing wisdom and cleverness. He held the bobbin in his left hand and pulled the line in his right hand. While running, he looked back from time to time to see how high the kite flew. He kept yelling in his mouth: "Fly, fly, "flying saucer" flies to heaven!" In a short while, the spool of the hand was quickly released, and the "flying saucer" also flew higher and farther and farther and farther. Looking at the back of the fat brother, I suddenly remembered a poem in my mind: "Children come back early, busy with the oriental paper." The teacher said: "Every child has a secret in his heart:" The farther the kite flies, the higher the ideal will fly!'".

Who brought the spring? It is the willows by the river. It is a green grass. It is a happy little fish. Is it a hardworking bee, or a kite, and an ideal fat brother?

Third grade of Changqing First School, Jianghan District, Wuhan, Hubei: Qingfeng 1123