Early spring has passed, and the mood of mid-spring is strong.

In the community, the goose-yellow and emerald green people waved their hands, bidding farewell to the lush greenery, and promised to embrace each other affectionately again at this time in the coming year.

The begonia flower is blooming delicately and beautifully, and its stamens are as soft as silk, stretching the graceful waist to its fullest.

The deep red color of the braided flowers is like the clear amber on the crown, shining under the warm sun.

And the orchids that can be seen everywhere in the courtyard suddenly bloom inadvertently.

The fragrance of the flowers is overflowing, the stems are green and blue, and the flowers are like cotton and snow, swaying gently in the Hui wind and the spring sun, dancing gracefully in the chirping sound.

Chahong rubbed her eyes after sleeping for a whole season, looked at the colorful flowers and plants in the courtyard in surprise, and called loudly to the morning glory: Wake up quickly, mid-spring has arrived.

The morning glory laughed: Look, look, I have already put on a colorful dress.

The birds are jumping up and down on the tall banyan trees in search of delicious food, while humming sweet songs.

Beside the moss-covered pond, the spring breeze blew, and the water shimmered.

The frogs' strings of pearls took off their crystal white coats and put on shiny new black clothes overnight. They waggled their thin tails and swam in groups in the water, performing a song that children never tire of hearing.

Story: A little tadpole is looking for its mother.

There seemed to be fewer people on the rockery pavilion than usual. There were only two old women with their legs crossed on a long chair, talking to each other. Although I couldn't hear what they said, it was not difficult to see from their body language and facial expressions.

It turns out that what they are talking about now is the eternal theme of this age - the shortcomings of parents and the long love of children.

The sun is very warm, and the community is spacious and shadeless. Mother-in-laws and elders gather on small stools and gather in groups of three or five, talking and laughing loudly in the sunshine.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to fade away quietly under the gentle breeze of spring, leaving behind the glory after years of precipitation.

Young people are too anxious. It has just entered mid-spring and has not yet arrived. Some young men are wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, and some girls are already showing their long legs covered with a layer of tulle.

Their youthful and vigorous faces are like the flowers and plants in mid-spring, the most abundant, beautiful and full.

It makes people sigh with envy: It’s great to be young.

Outside the gate of the community, the tea waiters carried the tea tables and tea chairs to the room one after another. Under the tall and majestic trees and beside the rows of doorways, they set up casual open-air tea shops, attracting groups of tea officials.

In the warm breeze of mid-spring, you can enjoy the delicious tea leisurely.

Sunlight shines through the treetops and gaps between the trees, casting light onto the tea table and people's faces.

Spring sleepiness comes occasionally, and I yawn lazily and be confused for a while.

Hearing a long, metallic sound again, he opened his ears one by one, and his drowsiness disappeared instantly.

Xinxinran reads a favorite book, listens to a pleasant song, writes a few lines of touching words, and quietly spends a pleasant weekend in comfort.

Spring thunder arrives as promised, and its loud roar revives all things on the earth. The little animals that have been stung underground are awakened from a winter's sleep, and they poke their heads out of the soil, holes, and small cracks to stretch themselves out after being trapped for a long time.

He strengthened his muscles and bones and began to prepare to enjoy the sweet and hard life that was about to begin.

Tonight, the first spring thunder, accompanied by lightning and the pattering of spring rain, came and went several times.

I woke up completely sleepless.

When I opened the window, I saw that the spring rain had soaked the leaves of grass and bushes, making them spotless. The yellow street lamps glowed like silver and gold.

The raindrops in mid-spring are not as thin and silky as the rain in early spring. Instead, they are like big beads and small beads, splashing to the ground and hitting the awning, making a crisp sound.

I can't help but daydream, it's raining so well!

When the mulberry is harvested this year, it will definitely be a good harvest.

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

A wisp of spring breeze promotes the germination of seeds, and a few spring rains water the buds to grow rapidly... Mid-spring is a beautiful solar term that carries the growth of all things.

My community will be full of vitality and flourishing in mid-spring.