spring

The east wind blew, and the footsteps of spring became closer.

I feel that I have heard the sound of spring, the stream is whispering, the bird is singing on the branch, the spring rain is soft on the face, and the cheeks are flowing down the mouth. The spring rain is soft, cool, sweet. Put down the umbrella in your hand and let the rain moisten you and evolve your heart. In spring, everything will start again!

Fourth grade of Shanghai Pudong New Area: Jin Jiani