Beautiful spring

I love spring, I love to see the scene of the surrounding creatures thriving, love to listen to the sound of the river and the singing of the birds, love to smell the fragrance of various plants.

In a twinkling of an eye, spring finally came back. The spring girl quietly came to the world, put a green dress on the earth, and sprinkled the drizzle to gently wash the earth. We came to the suburbs, and the flowers and trees everywhere grew young leaves and buds, and flowers were bloomed. There were some tender grass on the ground. The little swallow came from the south and cried in the sky, as if to say: "The scenery in spring is so beautiful! The air is so fresh, I love the spring here." Flying freely on the lake, occasionally with the tip of the tail After a moment of water, the ripples rippled around. The little fish in the river played in the green waves. From time to time, a few bubbles appeared in the mouth, and the ducklings swimming cheerfully on the water. Many colorful butterflies stand on the beautiful flower heads, as if praising the beauty of the flowers. Many bees brought by bright flowers, they show their beautiful dance to the earth on colorful flowers, the flowers are intoxicated and danced gently. A cool breeze blows through, and the fragrance that comes from the bursts makes me unable to stop and taste. Those pale yellow willows were twitched by the gentle breeze and twitched her slender waist.

I love spring, I love to see the scene of the surrounding creatures thriving, love to listen to the sound of the river and the singing of the birds, love to smell the fragrance of various plants.

In a twinkling of an eye, spring finally came back. The spring girl quietly came to the world, put a green dress on the earth, and sprinkled the drizzle to gently wash the earth. We came to the suburbs, and the flowers and trees everywhere grew young leaves and buds, and flowers were bloomed. There were some tender grass on the ground. The little swallow came from the south and cried in the sky, as if to say: "The scenery in spring is so beautiful! The air is so fresh, I love the spring here." Flying freely on the lake, occasionally with the tip of the tail After a moment of water, the ripples rippled around. The little fish in the river played in the green waves. From time to time, a few bubbles appeared in the mouth, and the ducklings swimming cheerfully on the water. Many colorful butterflies stand on the beautiful flower heads, as if praising the beauty of the flowers. Many bees brought by bright flowers, they show their beautiful dance to the earth on colorful flowers, the flowers are intoxicated and danced gently. A cool breeze blows through, and the fragrance that comes from the bursts makes me unable to stop and taste. Those pale yellow willows were twitched by the gentle breeze and twitched her slender waist.

I feel very relaxed and happy in the spring environment. I really want to become a little bird, fly to the clouds and look down on the earth, and enjoy the miracles created by spring. The arrival of the spring girl brought a new scene to the earth. It was full of vitality and full of hope everywhere. It was full of dazzling, birds and flowers, making me seem to enter the fairyland.

Looking at it, looking forward to it, the east wind came, and the pace of spring was near.

Everything looked like a wake up, and Xin Xin opened his eyes. The mountain ran up, the water grew, and the sun blushed.

The grass sneaked out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the fields, smashing, a large piece is full. Sitting, lying down, playing two rolls, kicking a few kicks, running a few times and catching a few times. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't want you, they are full of flowers and children. Red like fire, powder like Xia, white like snow. The flowers are sweet and close, and the tree seems to be full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees are screaming, and butterflies of all sizes fly around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still stunned.

"Blowing the face is not cold, willow wind", yes, like the mother's hand caress you. The wind brings some fresh earthy scent, mixed with grassy smell, and a variety of floral aromas, all brewed in the slightly moist air. The birds will be nestled in the flowers and young leaves, and they will be happy. Hu Peng will show off the crisp throat and sing the songs that turn around, and the light winds should be with them. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow is also ringing loudly at this time.

Fourth grade: Looking up at the stars 2000