spring

Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back, and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and intimate. It’s always impossible to forget the intoxicating dreams. I walked among the trees in the shade, looking for the charming spring scenery.

I am involved in the deep valley. Follow the mountain and go upstream. A ribbon of poetic warmth, gently blowing over my cheeks, always makes people miss. It's not hard to imagine the green around you. Green, refreshing, never tired, it represents the color of life, the color of nature. The long-lost green, after a winter, has returned to its freshness and brightness. I knew that I was stopped in the woods and asked me to catch up. Singing "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, I thought about the joy of summer. What is lacking is the chord of the birds, which makes people listen.

I, sometimes, shuttled through the forest, and sometimes climbed and stood on the rock. The only belief in my heart is - keep up! The spring is under the feet, and these soils are filled with the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a stream of clear springs in the valley. Keep flowing down, flowing into my heart, nourishing my heart. If I drank the old wine that has been hidden for many years, I was slightly drunk. I look forward to the vision, as if the heavens and the earth are on my chest. I seem to be the mountain, the mountain god who is in charge of the mountains and forests. I am always a little proud of it. The water is flowing down, the mountains are long, and I am like a mountain, constantly moving forward. The nearly 90-degree hillside failed to slide me down the deep valley; the old tree failed to stumble me. Although the knee was bruised; the hand was scratched; the higher the mountain, the harder it was to breathe; the sweat slid down like water. But that is all for the sacrifice of resistance. Fight against yourself and fight against nature. The eyes are always on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain! People say: "The benevolent Leshan, the wise man is happy" today I walked through the room, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

The spring water flows into life, and the mountains are widely recorded in the heart. This is the joy of spring travel!

Fifth grade: fast every day