Spring is a dewdrop on the green grass and a touch of colorful clouds on the red flowers.

Below is what I brought to you for your enjoyment.

Chapter 1: Early Spring Before I have time to feel the pure winter, the wheat waves on the ground have turned blue and the rapeseed flowers have turned yellow.

The grass and trees that know spring are supported by thousands of plum blossoms and pear blossoms, representing the winter of love and separation.

At this difficult time, Miss Chun, wearing a gauze of rain and mist, walked with a light and proud step, smiling.

The entire mountains, rivers and wilderness, from the city to the countryside, are filled with the strong breath of spring and the hope for spring.

Spring has arrived, and everything in spring is especially enchanting.

I can't help but get up early in the morning to meet spring and feel comfortable with the beautiful scenery.

Although the rustling spring breeze is still a bit chilly, it makes people feel warm all over.

When spring comes every year, Miss Chun always wants to let go of her feelings. The drizzle falling in the wind may be Miss Chun's infatuated tears of joy. Her tears soaked every inch of the soil.

The emotional vegetation silently sucks the rain and dew filled with the tears of joy of the spring girl, and plucks out new buds, and kisses the spring ground with its tender yellow mouth.

In this misty spring rain season, the raindrops can just moisten your hair and clothes while walking on the road.

In the countryside or in the streets and alleys of the city, you can see cloud-like flower umbrellas everywhere, floating back and forth in the rain and fog in the early morning and dusk.

Those who are in love with the silk rain silently enjoy the tenderness of the rain falling lightly on the umbrellas under these cute little umbrellas in the clear sky, each with a different mood of "spring is the plan for the year", and they are happy and contented.

Enjoy the spring breeze and rain as you please, especially at night.

The spring rain is so infatuated that it hangs in front of the window like a curtain. Looking out of the window through the lingering rain, under the dim street lights, there are still people walking back and forth holding umbrellas, as if they can't get enough of the rain during the day.

Yes, it didn’t go away quietly until late at night.

It's late at night, sleeping in a warm bed, listening to the sounds of rain in the courtyard and composing music.

Then I realized that all the budding grass and trees in the entire mountains, rivers and fields were sprouting green in the light and drizzle of rain.

The infatuated heart unconsciously began to have beautiful reveries about spring.

Vibrant spring.

On a sunny and spring afternoon, from the fields and lakeside to the forest paths with chirping birds, there are young men and women outing in spring, taking pictures of the beauty and harmony of spring.

In this regard, listen to the joyful songs coming from the mountains.

The laughter of the small groups on the grass talking about life ideals, the playful laughter of children and adults competing to fly kites, and the melodious piccolo of the shepherd boy echoed through every branch.

The talkative skylark then learned to act pretentious, and carried bursts of joyful songs and laughter high into the sky with its indecent chirping, so that the songs filled the sky and the earth with laughter.

In the spring full of joy, laughter and life.

The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are showing shy smiles like girls, and the willow branches by the lake that have just been cut with green leaves by the spring breeze are swaying in the breeze, as if they are all signs of green in spring.

As soon as the mountains and fields begin to turn green, the pheasants begin to crow, the thrush's cry and the thrush's song wake up the hard-working people, who get up early to dig holes in the soil and sow seeds for the year.

In spring, there are seeds of hope.

At this time, the cuckoo also began to spread the joy of spring all over China.

Chapter 2: The remaining snow in early spring and the soft sunlight fall on the earth. I like the strands of it coming out of the mist. This is a unique scene in winter. But it was the strands that made the neat white color shine.

Slowly split open, even though it looks like residual snow, it is like an ink painting, and the monotonous colors are so intoxicating! Does the sun must also be laughing in the sky? Like a child learning to paint, proud of his masterpiece

! Originally thought that this was a winter lacking snow, but the expected touch of white in winter still came. Although it came a little late, it must have exhausted its efforts and thought of making a cool spring.

The cold hijab makes me look shy in spring! I like to see the messy fluttering catkins in the snow, but I have no chance to do so in this winter. I can only look forward to the remaining snow here! Years ago

From north to south, and from south to north after the new year, it feels like I am traveling through time! Is this cold late spring cold a revenge for the pattering rain in the south of the Yangtze River that soaked its tail? I like the biting winter that should have been there.

Cold, otherwise how can you appreciate and cherish the warmth that spring brings to you! I like the heat in summer that makes people sweat, otherwise you can appreciate and enjoy the coolness in autumn! The footsteps of winter are stepping on

The shadow of spring on the face, as the remaining snow melts, spring has truly come! I have no chance to experience staring at the mess in the snow, I can only be happy in the current early spring, and secretly sigh that the most beautiful thing is to rub shoulders ~ I like to walk in the spring breeze

On a quiet path, look up at the spiky buds on the treetops on the roadside. The extremely tender yellow-green color reveals an innocent look, and you can experience the artistic conception of seeing green grass in the distance but nothing close by.

Later, the foxtail grass will sway in the wind, like a guard of honor for me, and I can hear their cheers; the strawberries in the farmhouse are like exquisite red lanterns, and I'm afraid

I am obsessed with the spring scenery and can't find my way home.