When the first wind of spring gently blows over the mountain forest Yuan Ye, the sun, which has been sleeping for a season, slightly opens its hazy eyes. The frozen river began to melt a little, and the stream searched for traces of the past and tinkled through the valley. Winter jasmine put on a goose yellow dress one by one and smiled shyly at the sun. From a distance, the willow branches on the river bank have begun to grow shallow buds, and under the residual hay in winter, you can hear a voice of hope for jointing growth.

The wind in spring is always soft, wandering in the fields, rippling between mountains, shuttling between branches, flying kites, competing to invite birds, and the roar of machines in farmland is just right.

Spring brushes gently outline the yellow-green background of the earth. That green is a unique new green in early spring, at the grass tip, at the branches, at the willow tip, in the wheat field, at the water's edge, and at the spring mountain. ...

In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and everything recovers. Everything that wakes up is in every corner of the world, showing her beauty and enchanting at will, and enjoying flowers at the right time. In the afternoon, I came to the park with my friends in a good mood. In the warm sunshine, I was greeted by the warm spring breeze, breathing fresh air, enjoying the scenery, patting flowers, watching the excitement, patting people and taking pictures of each other. I am very happy!

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

I don't know when it began to rain, as thin as smoke, as thin as floc, like a woman's lips brushing her ear. I don't know what kind of thoughts spring brings from the other side of the season, and the chilly rain falls on the eaves, and I don't know who cares about it. Whose watch is this?

Spring thunder is the signal of seasonal cycle and the unique password of nature. Spring is really here! Spring thunder is the horn, the most touching note. It is like the whistle of the starting train, which makes people look forward to the future; Just like the wheezing of cattle in the field, only hard work can yield; It is like a child's immature reading sound, and the seeds of a powerful country are deeply rooted in the heart. As long as you work hard, your dream will come true!

I like the river in my hometown best. It winds from east to west and flows in front of my village. There are lovely fish in the river. When I was very young, the river was clear and the pebbles at the bottom of the river were round and visible. As soon as the sun comes out, every pebble has its own color, and every pebble refracts light from the bottom of the water to the surface. If the wind comes and rushes into our eyes, it will be colorful.

Under the blue sky, swallows are flying gently, and I always fantasize that spring will fly with swallows with many hopes. I close my eyes and imagine how much desire for growth is contained in the soil. Then, under the frost and rain in winter, is there a kind of love brewing quietly?

Grass must have something on her mind. It walks through the thick soil, with heavy thoughts, looking for the shadow in the past memory in the March wind. Those memories locked in darkness and dust, I wonder if I can sing a gentle blow again this spring with the seasonal wind.

Spring breeze, spring rain and spring thunder turn into messengers of spring to awaken the sleeping earth; Spring water, spring flowers, spring grass, and the fragrance of keeping spring, dressed in colorful warm spring, are thriving. Isn't this a symbol of the prosperity of our great motherland? I love spring, and I love my motherland as warm as spring.