1. Some new green plants spit on the brown dirt floor beside the residential area. The grass is fresher every day and shines in the sun. The wild flowers on the roadside unconsciously opened a large area, squatting in the grass and sticking their heads out of the leaves. Red flowers, white flowers, yellow flowers, red stars, white stars, yellow stars, that little shy and delicate color, like the most magnificent dream in spring.

As early as a few butterflies danced among the flowers, their gentle and graceful dance was touching the beautiful flowers, praising the good mood of the breeze, echoing the good colors of the clear sky and praising the good scenery of spring. The oriole with pretty branches and charming thrush, sometimes crooning tactfully, sometimes singing beautifully, reciting a pleasant and wonderful poem.

The spring is chilly and the sunshine is bleak. The cold wind in early spring with the breath of severe winter makes people panic. The continuous spring rain is slender and cold, as if crying for the departure of winter. I don't care if I wet some spring grass that just spit green, freeze the willow branches that have just been plucked, and the residual snow on the roadside mixed with cold rain turns into a pool of mud. Passers-by wrapped in coats cursed the inconvenience of the road. The weather is wet and cold, the spring breeze is cold, everything is pale and lifeless.

3. Spring has come, and spring has really come. Through the window, I turned my ear to the field, and I heard the sound of the air warming slowly. The biting and cold of winter has slipped away quietly, and the sky is getting closer and more beautiful. I heard the grass in the yard turn green slowly, and a sleepy man was loosening the soil for the grass.

I heard the sound of drizzle dancing in the fields, as if the goddess of life was casting magic, and soon the whole world would be green; I heard the sound of peach blossoms in full bloom. "There are still 3,000 residual reds, not as good as one fresh one." . In the spring when everything is reviving, you can't miss that touch of pink. I heard you. I heard everything. I stood at the window and heard that spring was getting stronger and stronger.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom on Songshan Lake, swaying in the wonderful spring, causing bees to buzz and butterflies to dance. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the pink petals fell and floated on the water, gently, without a ripple, as if they could not bear to wake the fish's dream. In this situation, I wonder if Cui Hu, a gifted scholar who wrote "Peach blossoms set each other off in red", has found the love under the peach blossoms?

At dusk, the sunset lingers in the mountains. Girls will really blush if they want to confess to their sweetheart. The cloud on the other side that day, is my eyes too hot, so that you are as intoxicated as the sunset? I like you, floating freely in the sky in a white coat; I also like the way you blush and look cute. You are gentle and charming in autumn!