Song of spring

"I don't know who made the fine leaves, and the spring breeze is like scissors." I walked alone in the wilderness of the country, the long fields, the curved river, the thin willows, the soft grass.

The spring breeze is like a transparent shawl, with the morning dew of Jingjing, bathing in everything. The tender grass buds, Tingting pulsating, like the light cyan vascular on the baby's wrist, stimulating the heat of spring; the green wheat seedlings, stretching the waist and left and right, are leaping and swinging to fill the vast earth. Endless fun; yellow and yellow cauliflower, can not help but turn the face, as if laughing in love, to give good wishes to the hardworking people.

At the end of the path, there was a sweet village, and the smoky smog was lingering among the clouds. The village prince was wearing a ray of light, and the wildflowers with dew were lightly collected. The screaming birds gathered in the corner of the corner and naively screamed, showing endless happiness. The yellow-eyed goslings are swooping down the channel, and the "Pregular Prophet" is always proud of them. The chubby gosling has been sent to the field by the owner, and the buds of the grass are ruthlessly pulled out. Oh, the country, full of life, full of hope!

Walking on this spring land, I really felt the rhythm of nature. I really want to turn into a spring breeze and write a new chapter for the ancient country!

Fifth grade: Wu Chunmei