In the spring

　　"spring scenery garden caged lmond wall come." "Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand lop green silk sash", "spring sleep unknowingly xiao, everywhere smell to bird." ...... The ancients for spring wrote many beautiful poem! Although the cold winter in the past, but it brings us a section a wonderful gift - the spring. The footsteps of spring quietly close to me. You will find that many of them around us has changed, the weather gradually warm, all things recovery gradually. Left is withered grass, withering flower, the frozen creek. Which season is it? Yes, this is the spring. ChunNian slid the veils the sleeves like a breeze, the flowers from the flower bone, the grass grow the bud, the ice in the river, also have green trees and flowers, the swallow come, green ?

　　Every spring, red like fire kapok, powder such as chardonnay peony flowers, white jade Chinese rose flower blossom. Some bud full branch, some bud buds appear, some hold in full bloom. A refreshing scent attracted a lot of small bee, buzzing juggle song and dance.

　　"Ding dong, ding dong......" The river singing cheerful songs running forward, as if telling people to "spring is here!" A group of the duck can't wait to jump into the water, sometimes playing, and sometimes beat their wings, reminiscent of the "riverside plumbing duck prophet" this poem.

　　The grass out the pale green head, it curiously looked around, as if in admiring the beauty of spring. White pear flower opened, like dressed in a white veil ?

　　The grass out the pale green head, it curiously looked around, as if in admiring the beauty of spring. White pear flower opened, like dressed in a white veil angel standing in the branches, amorous. Pink peach blossom opened, and if each girl smiling face with rouge, bowed their heads and not language; Golden jasmine opened, like a little golden bell, ying ying to the people. Willow spits out the green buds, with long hair, a breeze through, like girls in combed his neat hair.

　　I like spring, like the fish leave the rippling water. I love spring, like her birth sentimentally attached to the warm arms of the mother. And every time I think, the spring can you stay a little longer? which

　　You said on the ground so lively, the sky is not very busy? Of course. The swallow and geese than all day long, "spring rather then on the day of my birth, it gave me the good life." The swallow with gratitude. This is the big eye can't wait to say: "I think spring is so my parents, because spring is the most won't let us suffer a season." "I think..." "I think..." The captain of the two groups, hey, than all day long, looks like the sky is also very busy indeed.

　　In spring. Yeah! Spring is the hope of his people, the spring is the hope of flowers, spring is the hope of his children, spring is the hope of life...

　　Ah! I love this beautiful spring.