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Spring is a windmill that rustles.

like spring

spring is the beginning of warmth, the source of light green, everything recovers and prospers, and all the trees are green. Birds are singing happily, scrambling to bathe in the warm sunshine in spring. Spring warms the stream, and the dry stream escapes from the haze of winter and turns into a rushing stream. Even the still water at the door can't stand the temptation of spring, and her lonely heart can't help but ripple.

I like spring. She is the most beautiful season in my eyes. I not only like her tenderness, but also like her broad mind. She is just like a mother, whether it is a golden branch and a jade leaf or a mountain grass root, she never favors one over the other. She made the peach blossom red, and the apricot blossom white. Those famous and nameless ones are always there, one after another, one after another, one after another ..., dressed up Wanshui Qian Shan with her warm hand, and dyed the front and back of the house green.

"I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds" likes to sleep till dawn on a warm spring day. When I woke up, I was lazy in bed, listening to the chirping of birds outside the window, and remembering the beautiful dreams of last night over and over again. It was an endless peach blossom, and the sky was faintly drizzling. I was standing in the middle of this blooming peach blossom, and suddenly I saw a young beauty coming up to me with a smile. She was so beautiful and smiling, just like this blooming peach blossom, and it was all because of these big mouths.

I like spring. Spring is the eternal maternal love in my memory, and spring is the fragrance of wild vegetables on the tip of my tongue. I remember when I was a child, in the spring, my mother took my brother and me to the field to look for wild vegetables. It was also at this time that I got to know shepherd's purse, chrysanthemum, horseteeth and gray vegetables, and my mother was happy to tell us what kind of wild vegetables to eat ..., and the wild vegetables were dug back, and my mother washed them one by one, with corn. Fresh and tender Sophora japonica and elm money were both delicious foods when I was a child. I remember that I once climbed a tree to smooth elm money and ate a lot of it. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, which scared me to hug the tree and burst into tears. When my mother heard this, she ran anxiously, hugged the tree hard and shouted my name loudly, telling me not to give up. Afterwards, I found that my mother's arms were swollen, and my mother didn't say anything. Mother secretly wiped her tears in the back room, and a steaming bowl of yuqian pancakes was smelling on the table ...

I like spring, which is the tiptoe of young fashion and the light dance steps in the square. When the spring breeze in March danced with the catkins all over the sky, I couldn't hold back my long-awaited longing for spring, shed my bloated body for a winter, and put on my long-cherished Tsing Yi Luo Shang. The sun immediately penetrated through the gaps in my clothes and smelled of spring. In the evening, when the lights are on, the dance music full of * * comes to mind in the square in front of the street, whether in town or country. All the dancers in the square dance lightly, twisting their waists at will, enjoying the long-awaited spring, and even the stars in the sky are intoxicated. They are flashing and flashing with the dance music.

I like spring, which is a windmill rustling and a kite flying high in the wind. "Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind." This is a season when grass grows and warblers fly, which is gratifying to those naughty children. Chasing and playing in twos and threes, showing off windmills and kites in their hands, attracted the adults who were playing to stop and watch. The wild land is already green, and the endless rich green extends to the end of the day. The earth is like a new quilt, warm and soft, and even the soil is fragrant.

I like spring, but I appreciate it even more. Thanks to spring, it is she who makes me taste tender maternal love again; Thanks to spring, she gave us new hopes and let us regain our romantic dreams; Thanks to spring, it is she who has injected us with youthful vitality, and we are destined to go strong until the other side of success!