Spring is no longer that shy girl in my memory, who came very late, hesitated in the distance, overwhelmed by shyness until I waved to her. Then she would scurry happily nearer, stop feet away, waiting to be hugged. But here and now, she, at the sight of me, grabs my hands and pulls me into her arms before I know what‘s happening.
So here I am, a boy accustomed to the drab and dry and dreary spring of the north, devouring the sweetness of a south
It rained days ago and everything glistens with moisture.Trees grow with new leaves of lively light green, not the dull and dusty color of winter. Several cherries are in full blossom now, with flowers clustering and squeezing and squabbling on the twigs. What attract me most are the meadows, the greenish yellow meadows.
Sprawling on the meadows with grasses kissing my face, I can hear the rustling of leaves in the brisk breeze, the whispering and chuckling and bickering of birds, and the trotting, shuffling, tramping of people passing by.
I can smell the refreshing fragrance that pervades the air,fragrance of flowering magnolias and growing grasses and moist soil. I inhale the fresh air as deeply as I can and the aroma in vades my whole being.
Also, I can see the fallen leaves of platanes wafting around like butterflies flying from one flower to another. Once so high above on the treetops enduring the trials of bitter cold and blustering gale, they are so easily torn loose by a warm breeze.Why?
I cannot help thinking of our situation. We Chinese defy any powerful enemy, but how come we have been so easily attacked by SARS?
Spring is coming. Earth put on new clothes, eyeful of green, people feel comfortable. I was very fond of this spring afternoon, and my good friends, quietly enjoy the breath of spring, experience nature gives us a good time. Recovery of all things spring, flowers, everywhere the sound of children's laughter, watching them chase the big lawn in top slapstick, playful singing, I will become in a corner, lying next to the grass and flowers, holding a Interestingly, quietly reading a book, I'm enjoying this spring afternoon, it is as peaceful as we have peace.
Look! All the things are reviving. The world is colorful. The trees and grass are green. Flowers are beautiful. Some are red. Some are yellow. Some are purple. The birds are flying in the blue sky. The bees are singing. They are very busy. They are making honey. The butterflies are dancing in the garden. The children are playing games.
I like spring.
Spring is the start of a year. As the proverb goes “ the whole years work depends on a good start in spring." So undoultful, spring is the most important season as the start.
The grass starts to lean curiously though the grand, and the ice begins to awake under the call of the sun. Some birds will fly back from the South to build their new houses, and other animals also turn to the earth to enjoy the new year. So do we people. We are getting busy after the winter vocation, and a new semester comes in to our way.
It is time to start, to plant, to seed. It is time for making a plan, drawing a big-picture.The spring rain drops little by little onto the umbrellas, sounding like a song from the horn. And the sunshine's so warm, which makes people feel warm and powerful. It is the time to start, we don't need to wait anymore.
Early spring awakening, let the spring breeze across the fields. In a flash, spring to the earth with the yellow dye; In a flash, turn the sun into golden spring, spring the trees on the green color; In a flash, spring to give flowers to put on beautiful clothes, spray fragrant scent, that they are trying to outshine each other, very beautiful!
Spring came to the earth, and wave it beautiful sleeves, hits the grass waking from a sweet dream, they break out, showing the young green leaves; Spring came to the fields, the wave, hits the saplings speared out, to suck the dew of spring, under the bright spring gestates new vitality, the pieces of pale green leaves of green light is shining in the sunshine, what a life, this also is doomed to stone they will one day be become canopy, soaring in the sky tree; Spring came to the field, wave, each full of seeds into the field, waiting for the stone fall into a fresh watery, inviting aromas of fruits and vegetables; Spring came to town, wave, spring rain girl out, wash the streets full of vitality; Wave, people take off the thick cotton-padded jacket, the children playing freely on the grass...
Spring, one to the spring, charactizing a fine spring immediately diffuses in nature, embroidered flowers. Spring is also the earth The beauty of flowers, releasing a infinite temptation, in making butterfly bees flying among them. Mountains did not melt the snow glittered in the sun, like white jade; A splay of a group of wild goose heaven bird flew slowly toward the north, the rest of migratory birds, singing loud, add to the excitement of the the spring!
Ah! The boom of the spring, the beautiful spring, really makes people linger ah...
Guangzhou spring also is so, then the heavy rain, the air is filled with little bit charactizing a fine spring day.But in this unique in the southern city of guangzhou, not only its spring is that spring, even so its thick milk of human kindness "spring".
Remember it was a dark in the afternoon, I held a pinched by me not like paper.I looked at it, the more see more angry, more see more annoyed.Day, also very cooperate to rang a few sound muffled thunder.I become angry from embarrassment, threw it into the examination in community gardens.Troubles seemed relieved, but has not been put down the heart of stone.After go home?Parents shouldn't ask?The signature of the night?When I stand in situ lost, that piece of paper is back.
The sky suddenly there was a flash of lightning and the sound of "poor".There was a little bit of cool idea my feet.I saw a figure out of, in my not well-known school uniform, wearing glasses, should be higher than me a few of the students.He quietly came and picked up the underground test, put it out, and fold it smooth.Bright red appeared on the paper notes, and a cynical scores.
Just this once poor exam, just want to give up their grades, you are to give up yourself! SAO years! What right do you have to give up? You live up to your parents, please…"He gushes and earnestly education me, and I already was ashamed.Also played a mingled with rain in the sky.
Since that, no matter how my examination, I won't escape your accomplishments, because of the warm spring.
Spring girl dressed beautifully to kick the ball.
The stream played up pleasant songs, she ran joyfully to the downstream. The willow stretched out branches in the spring breeze, she looked like a crazy conductor. Little ducks played in the river, which were like the little singer. Grass was dressed in green clothes and rocked gently in the breeze, groups of butterflies danced among the flowers.The white clouds in the blue sky and the fields of flowers were attracted by the beautiful ball. Bamboo shot up buds, the beauty of the winter jasmine blew,it`s just like little charming horn.
Now we can really start the spring party!
Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap – and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques of forsythia, cadenzas of floweringplum. The trees grow leaves overnight.
In other years, spring tiptoes in. It pauses, overcome by shyness, like my grandchild at the door, peeping in, ducking out of sight, giggling in the hallway. “I know you’re out there,” I cry. “Come in!” And April slips into our arms.
The dogwood bud, pale green, is inlaid with russet markings. Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled. One examines the bud in awe: Where were those seeds a month ago? The apples display their milliner’s scraps of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up – primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms – you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the world without end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?
When you look around, you will find that the spring is coming. The breeze is gently brushing your face. The blue sky is above you. After raining, the flowers are blooming in the garden. The living beings start to grow. Everything is full with vigor and fragrance. The best season of this year, you cann’t miss it and you will love it.
The spring is coming, it brings green to the trees and grass, pink and yellow to the flowers. Activeness to the animals. Hopes to the human beings. The birds start to sing, the farmers begin to plant crops in the fields. In spring, everywhere is full of hope. People usually say that a good beginning is half done, while spring is the beginning of a year. So we should appreciate it and make the most use of it. Try the best to spread seeds in spring and you will get a good harvest in autumn. Then you will see how important spring is and how lovely it is.