Spring Diary 1 In the spring of March, the spring is bright, everything recovers, and spring comes slowly. It broke into my eyes, my heart and my world. Ah, spring is so beautiful.
In my opinion, beauty must be full of vitality, vigor and hope. ...
Keep your head down in the warm spring breeze. Do you see a trace of new green in the yellow weeds? The grass woke up, stretching its delicate arms and embracing the sunshine. At this moment, I feel alive. I think, soon the grass will be connected into pieces and your eyes will be full of green. The scenery is beautiful, isn't it?
Looking up at the sky, there are white clouds floating in the blue sky. Swallows flew back with their children, accompanied by geese and wild ducks ... beautiful spring came, and they followed. They are the messengers of spring, which makes the spring here full of vitality. There will be birds in my ears. The scenery is beautiful. Do you feel it?
There are rivers, fields, mountains and rivers, which are painted with colorful pigments with its magical brush in spring and suddenly become colorful. I see that in the beautiful scenery at this time, people who have been bored for a winter are busy, and everyone is full of hope, because they know that "the season of the year lies in spring". The scenery is beautiful. Do you realize that?
I love this beautiful spring, because it is like a young me, full of sunshine and hope. ...
Spring Diary 2 Spring is warm and humid, flowers and grass are out, and small insects are busy. In the warm sunshine, people take off their thick coats and spread their limbs.
In the spring of March, my parents and I rode bicycles along the river near our home.
There are many people around Academician Lin. Some people are flying kites, others are sitting by the river, and the children are running and jumping on the lawn. They can't be idle for a moment ... the reeds are still yellow, and occasionally green buds can be seen above the water. What is even more surprising is that there are little tadpoles, who thought they would not come out so early. Little tadpoles swim around in shallow reeds. They like to chew rotten reed leaves with their small mouths, and they also like the mud in the arch water. Tadpoles are still too small. They should continue to eat, play and grow up quickly.
Dandelions on the roadside have yellow flowers, and some have turned into furry little white balls; Peach blossoms and cherry blossoms are inadvertently covered with branches; Bauhinia wrapped the whole branch, clusters of pink; The willow branches by the river are covered with green clothes, swaying gently with the breeze ... The ginkgo tree that has been concerned for a long time finally grows green buds!
Walking in spring, the scenery outside is beautiful and the heart is beautiful!
A diary of a spring day On the third day, spring came. With gentle steps, Miss Spring quietly came to the world when you were not paying attention.
Miss Chun cried sadly when she saw the bare little tree. What happened? It turns out! The young tree was worried about being naked, and the spring girl turned around and changed, and the rain was falling. The little tree immediately put on green clothes, very beautiful! Brother-in-law is no longer worried, and children no longer dislike him. Xiao Shu is as happy as before.
Miss Chun came to the river and saw it crying sadly. What happened? It turns out! Children have been here, too. They want to wash their hands. What a pity! The river is frozen. Miss Chun touched her head and said, "How could I forget to change!" Miss Chun turned around and the ice in the river began to melt at once. The river is shining in the sunlight, and it seems to be covered with a green carpet against the green trees. Children can see the little fish swimming again!
In the spring morning, friends are playing hide-and-seek, running and flying kites. Spring is our happiest season. I really like green spring.
Diary of Spring Day 4 Spring is a music book. Migratory birds in the sky came from the south, singing all the way and greening the trees. The warm spring breeze thawed the river, and the river flowed away, so lively and light. When it flows away, the sound of water becomes a tinkling movement, which is so beautiful and moving. A gust of wind blew and the leaves shook their heads; Vujacic.-Vujacic. It's so rhythmic and beautiful ... ah, it's a natural musical instrument.
Spring is an art book. Turn your eyes to the fields and the blue sky. Ah, these green seeds have begun to sprout, and the whole field is full of green hope. Spring girl bathed the blue sky with spring rain again, and the sky became clean. The white clouds have faded, like glittering and translucent' super snowflakes'. I don't know who is washing the sky here. Everything looks so like a mirror, so incredible.
Spring is a fairy tale book. On a sunny morning, a group of happy little fish in the pond are discussing going to the shore to see the scenery for a while. After a while, they lined up and floated to the surface. The leading fish jumped into the water first, and then a beautiful turn jumped into the water. Then, a dozen small fish swarmed in and felt the breath of spring in just a few seconds. There are also a few bold little fish jumping out of the water and trying to look around, feasting their eyes on the green trees and red flowers. Only brave people can achieve the ultimate goal. This is what teacher Chun told us.
Spring is still a love book. Mother Earth gave nutrients to young trees and grass without reservation. The young trees turned green and the grass sprouted. The teacher also took us to this spring field, taught us about spring and played games with us. We laughed happily, and so did the teacher.
Ah, spring, you are really a good book that will never get old, never finish reading and always be loved.
Thursday, March 7th, 20xx is fine.
Spring is coming, spring blossoms, and the spring breeze is blowing. Outside, the winter jasmine and magnolia flowers are scrambling to open. The grass sticks out from the ground and is awakened by the spring breeze. The willows spit out green buds, and the bamboo in our community is gradually turning green. Birds are chirping, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!"
We took off our winter clothes and ran on the playground, feeling the arrival of spring. The spring breeze blows on our faces as if kissing us. There are more pedestrians in the street, more kites in the park, and the smell of spring is everywhere.
Spring is coming, I like spring!