Spring prose

Spring Prose 1 A drizzling spring rain, falling so abruptly in the fluctuation of temperature, infiltrated into the frozen earth and gently shattered the winter dream. ...

Time is too fast and we can grasp too little. The melting of ice and snow is just the speed of a line of ink, and a season has long been expressed between pens …

Spring makes everything tame, and the north wind that once roared is no longer strong, melting the falling snowflakes into drizzle and covering the world that wants to be cold and warm. ...

The four natural seasons are clearly defined. ...

The four seasons of the human heart alternate vaguely. ...

Our four seasons are only one winter. ...

Therefore, I need a pen in spring, and a piece of warm and revived text falls. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. I only hope it can wash away the haze of the season in your heart. ...

Yes, I need a spring pen to inject a vibrant text into it. I have no intention of fighting for spring. I just hope it will blossom and bring fragrance to your lonely journey. ...

Spring pen prose 2 is colorful and is the coat of spring; Blue sky is the color of spring; Warm sunshine is the temperature of spring; The chirping of birds is the greeting of spring; The breeze is the whisper of spring.

Spring is beautiful and makes people fantasize. Suddenly, I had an impulse. In this season, in this sunshine, in this mood, in this breeze, write a letter to yourself ten years later, telling me the beauty of spring, telling me myself at this time, telling me the real life and telling me the current mood. Ten years later, when I read this letter again, what will my mood be? Is it pleasure, calm, excitement or surprise? Maybe I have forgotten it.

Ten years later, the child is ten years older, maybe he doesn't like telling me the truth; Maybe in rebellious adolescence, maybe I have more generation gap with him; Ten years later, my husband may dislike me even more, and he may stand in the same trench with his son; Ten years later, I am ten years older, perhaps I have no intention to appreciate spring, and I only have daily necessities in my eyes; Ten years have passed, and parents have worked hard for another ten years. They may have white hair, they may be a little lonely, and they must miss our children more. I think the best gift for parents is to go home often, chat with parents and enjoy the beauty of spring together!

Ten years later, my work will be smoother? Or will there be some twists and turns? After ten years, will my working ability improve? Am I still honest and generous? People always have countless questions. There are a hundred thousand whys when I was a child, and there are still a hundred thousand whys when I grow up. Asking questions may be growing up! In this spring season, I seem to love fantasy more. I hope that after ten years, everything will be fine, life will be beautiful, work will be smooth, family will be happy, family will be healthy, and everything will get better and better.

Spring is my favorite season, when the wind of recovery blows all the flowers on the road. Walking on a strange road in the fields and countryside, the spring breeze gently brushed my cheek, blooming in the branches with seasonal thoughts, stroking everything to shine, stroking the earth to wake up, warm, gentle and delicate.

All loves, full of rape blossoms, is like a shy girl's face dancing with the wind through a thin gauze curtain. Julie's petals render the spring scenery all over the floor, colorful flowers fall, and a ray of morning light takes away the silence of winter; A past event became a story in an instant. Touching the soft petals, the rhythm in my ears lingers, and the buds at my feet are reborn. I make wine at my discretion and indulge in the charm of tea and spirits.

Holding a book of poems, reading all kinds of customs in the fragrance of Song rhyme, sitting quietly in the deep yard, and cutting out a curtain of dreams in the unbearable flowers. In the afterglow of the sunset, the clever figure, the scarlet of a tree flower, an emotion spread quietly in my heart, and those times slipped away quietly at my fingertips. If there is nowhere to find, I feel sorry for myself. On the one hand, Gu Yan polished his thoughts gently, which is an emotion that can stay together in the cycle of seasons, with a touch of pen and ink and a touch of flowers.

The flowers are pale with ink marks, and the breeze blows. Half of the flowers are the most amazing, and I look at the world with a silent smile. The crystal dew wet my mind. One party lives in seclusion, and can't finish writing the feelings and sorrows, tears and eyelashes in the boudoir. Smoke-like worries fall on the brow and are soft in the bottom of my heart. Who condensed my thoughts into songs? Bathed in quiet songs, quietly lingering on the other side.

Looking at the hidden moon mirror flowers in the corner of the deep cloister, let the years flow gently and spread quietly. Suddenly, those thick ink-scented thoughts, like the prosperity of midsummer, precipitated into a quiet month. All kinds of scenery, dusk clouds, seem to say that spring is late. In the depths of the eyebrows, dancing gently according to the curtain, a flying flower filled the curtain, depicting the flirting between hearts. At the falling flowers, the path is full of flowers, and the curtains of Xiaogexuan are painted. At dusk, Zhu Lan is alone.

In the evening, the smoke waves are blurred, the clouds are around the mountain stream, and the fog locks the deep ditch. A courtyard is locked in the castle by the quiet rain, and the courtyard that is lightly worried about water is already blowing through the night. A faint pen and a relaxed song let the seasonal rain fall into your heart. In the continuous drizzle, the sound of music lingers. Fanghua, who lived in a previous life, trembled in the misty rain before it fell into the rain, and her colorful attachment continued.

Sitting in the corner of the recliner, listening to the beautiful melody, my heart is as light as chrysanthemum, my heart is as good as water, my heart is as warm as cucumber, and my heart is pure. Live a quiet life in an ideal city, keep an obsession, be full of tenderness, accompany you and sing softly.

I was invited by a friend to attend a banquet the day before yesterday. I was treated in the best hotel in the city, and the food and drinks were naturally very high-grade. One of the platters is called "Taste of Spring", which is a combination of steamed ears, elm money and boiled Toona sinensis buds. In my opinion, this year is just a farmer's home cooking, and even high-end dishes are probably out of place. It may be really special to be at this high-end table. It may be related to people getting tired of eating sweet and fat and wanting to return to lightness. I didn't feel better after tasting it, but this dish caused the most topics.

"delicious! There is a game. "

"This is long on the tree? I see. "

"Climb a tree! Tick it. "

"oh! It's hard. "

Perhaps I am the most authoritative critic of this song "The Taste of Spring", and I am worried that it will affect others to get into the topic, and finally I only perfunctory a few words.

Yes, most of these cauliflowers are wild, so they don't need special cultivation. When the festival comes, grab a few at will, steam them in a steamer and mix them with salt and seasoning. They can be used as seasonal staple food or fresh spring flavor, which is very common. However, behind this usual, above the desire for fresh food, there is helplessness and suffering in famine years, which shows the risks and hardships of climbing and gathering. According to my mother, in the spring of the Republic of China in the 33rd year after the plague of locusts, the chaff vegetables had been swallowed up and the products could not be discarded. Thankfully, people who just took off their cotton-padded jackets flocked to pick them, and all the edible ears and buds on the wild slope were picked up. Fourth Uncle is not afraid of clumsy short hooks. He climbs on the branches like an ape and holds the scattered ears that others can't hook in his arms. Every time, hey! That's all in the past. Fortunately, now that we have enough to eat and drink, no one will pay for a few Spring Festival travel rush games. However, we still see old people selling these games in the market. Is it because of their livelihood? I don't know.

In fact, this delicious wild vegetable is very seasonal, and it is impossible to eat two bites at will every 360 days, especially this cauliflower can only be eaten in Tomb-Sweeping Day in mid-spring, which is probably related to the weather phenology. Because in the first month of early spring, the ice on the Sha Ying River has just melted, gray is still the theme, and the grass color is still far away. Occasionally, I see one or two blooming plums in the corner. This is just a preview of spring, and there is still a period of time before flowers bloom and taste the taste of spring. Only in Qingming, and only at this time, everything begins to bloom, the grass is green and blue, the peach is red and the pear is white, and the ear is not old and the bud is red, so you will have a chance to taste this "taste of spring".

As for wanting to eat in other seasons, there are natural ways. For example, the buds of Toona sinensis are preserved by ancient methods, and the salt frost is removed with clear water when eating, and the taste is better than the taste. This year's Spring Festival, I served a plate of pickled Chinese toon buds, which my relatives who haven't been home for many years have tasted. They even call it delicious, but they also have some regrets. They say that mixing tofu with fresh Toona sinensis and frying an egg are authentic. Another relative said that there are also fresh Toona sinensis, most of which are cultivated in greenhouses. The taste is not authentic and the price is expensive.

Indeed, there is a difference between wild and cultivated. Take noodles and shepherd's purse for example, although they are weeds that must be eliminated in wheat fields, they also smell of early spring. After several years, it looks like a palm, fresh and lovely. Go to the wheat field in your spare time, or pick a handful, or half a basket, and go back to eat the rice on your plate. Needless to say, that smell. However, before the first frog croakes, you need to distinguish the yellow flower pate with similar shape but thick leaves from the scissors, shepherd's purse and leaf teeth of noodle dishes, otherwise you will taste the bitterness of spring for the first time, which is probably the fault of beginners. With the widespread use of herbicides, this randomness has become a thing of the past. Fortunately, it is fashionable to train now, so you don't have to dig it yourself, and you don't have to talk about the season, let alone worry about the collocation of grass and vegetables. You can order one in the restaurant, which is ready-made. However, although it is carefully cooked, its sour aftertaste cannot be concealed, or there are too many human factors mixed in the training. This is the difference.

The taste of spring is not just eating. In fact, you can follow the footsteps of spring. In the misty rain, you can go to Heyinghe to see a bay of yellow rape flowers, a bed of peas and vines and green wheat, and enjoy dancing with several Huang Die horses. Naturally, you don't smell of spring.

Especially in April, neem trees blossom all the way, cherries are ripe and red. Unfortunately, the first bite was tasted by the house finch, and the catkins also flew out of the poems, and the general troubles fell on people's faces. At this time, the market town was also a little busy, and the ancient meeting was put away for summer wheat. Everything was lonely and filled the streets. I still remember that the social drama was performed under the old willow tree, and the teenagers wanted to mix a venue. When the play was performed in a wonderful place, they climbed the tree and made willow flutes out of twigs. They blew vigorously, only blowing away the social drama, blowing over the millstone and branding the green wheat into a mill.

It is probably unfamiliar to most people, but everyone who has eaten it knows that it has the shadow of famine with wild vegetables, ears, elms, Sophora japonica and so on. In the past, when people were in the wild in summer and spring, hungry people would cut some mature wheat, burn the green awn, remove the bran and grind it to solve the urgent need of cooking. It tastes sticky, and there seems to be a trace of spring bitterness in the aftertaste. It is this that makes the poor spend the most difficult days.

Farmers' distinction between spring and summer is the clearest. It is spring before the wheat harvest and summer after the wheat harvest. Now, few people have done it. Even if they are lucky enough to have a taste, the bitterness and melancholy of spring and the excitement and joy of summer may not be replicated again. ...

A light rain in Huizhou Town exploded the pot and the air suddenly dropped by ten degrees. There used to be heavy traffic and orderly driving. There are more and more pedestrians, and even the sparrows on the eaves are flapping their wings and flying out. Oh! After several days of hot and dry breath, I vomited several meters away.

It's too late to open an umbrella, but rain is coming. I was wet after a few steps. Hey! It's a pity that I have a neat outfit. I stopped running in the rain before I could complain. Soon, my eyes were wet with the rain on this rainy day, and I couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

After strenuous exercise, I felt tired and cold all over, as if because of some misfortune in my life, I was silent for a long time and suppressed for a long time. At this moment, a strong irritability poured out and resentment hit the heavy rain all over the sky. But this hard punch and punch hit it, it seems to be pale and powerless. The heavy rain poured down heartily, and no one would notice me here at all-a free and easy world. However, in an instant, I was blushed by this ridiculous placebo.

It was an old man who tripped in the rain. It is a bit exaggerated to say that she is an old man, because she seems to have only met many times and said only a few words. She is still in rags, but she is washed away by the rain. Her thinner body has an indescribable spirit. I remember going to ATM for several months at the end of last year. Every time I met her, she curled up on the floor next to the cold ATM and fell asleep. Once, I heard her coughing in her sleep. I couldn't stand it, so I took out my change and said to her, "Eat better early tomorrow!" " Without hesitation, she said an unusually standard Mandarin: "I don't want it." "Take it! "I ran away quickly. I looked back at her firm eyes and hands hanging on my chest through the glass, but I still didn't take them back. I suddenly feel that I seem to be wrong, really wrong. Because later I saw that although she didn't have any relatives, her firm eyes and scarred hands could still support herself in the wasteland. She had dignity and lived well.

A year has passed, and it seems that it will not be so cold in rainy days. After drinking for more than ten days, it seems that the whole body will be hot. When you get drunk and cry, all your troubles and misfortunes will vanish. Actually, I was wrong. Just like a clip in the Swiss movie "The Night Train to Lisbon", a middle-aged teacher who has been locked up for a long time made a grammatical mistake and met a young woman who jumped into the river in the rain. He saved her. The woman wrote a string of strange numbers on his forehead in Portuguese and agreed to go with him. He took her into the classroom. However, he used the motto of life to teach students to let women rush out of the rain. Later, he desperately searched for news about her. Inquiring from many sides, I inadvertently developed the essay "The word alchemist", and then I was obsessed with it, fled my own small world and embarked on an derailed journey to find the true meaning of life.

Therefore, I like the sentence in Mr. Hu Shi's dreams and poems: I don't know wine until I am drunk, but I don't know until I love it. Life is extraordinary, because progress is difficult, and only change can make you feel beautiful. Just like the ever-changing city around me, when I really walk out of the fog, what I see in the threshold of spring is hazy and intoxicating poetry:

God, Xiao Jie, Mo Yu is going up.

Don't draw Emei full of fragrance.

Brush Shui Piao cotton should be soft.

Huipai blue tile white wall

After a snowstorm, the severe winter slowly receded. I don't know which morning, when you open the window, you suddenly find that the wind blowing on your face has softened.

In the distance, the water in the moat is different. It takes off the dignity of winter and becomes vivid, overflowing and soft. Just like a woman in spring, her eyebrows are full of joy and she stands like powder. When you approached, she looked at you obsequiously, smiled, and suddenly reached out to touch your forehead and said shyly, What's the matter!

This is spring, isn't it? What a charming spring!

Looking up, in fact, she didn't show off, and the branches were the same as last night. She waited for a while without a trace of new green, but the swaying figure obviously contained temptation. What is this? But I can't say it. I just want to look at it carefully for a long time, just like looking at my lover's face.

The soil at the foot is also a lot softer, one foot, one foot, soft, like the arms of lovers who want to refuse and welcome, people can't help but feel deeply lingering, and it is difficult to turn around again.

I don't talk in spring, but I'm so happy.

Every spring, what I look forward to most is that the streets and alleys are covered with cherry blossoms.

White is jade, pink is tender, so eager, so open. I like walking alone under the cherry tree. Occasionally, petals fall on your head and shoulders, and my heart is secretly happy, like a lover's fingers sliding intimately, seemingly without trace, and my heart is already full of waves.

It's a pity that love is always instantaneous. After a gust of wind, cherry blossoms were scattered all over the floor. During the storm, cherry blossoms rolled in the wind and brushed the cheeks and ears of passers-by, but I don't know how urged and moved she was. After the rain, the world is covered with red flowers. Who can remember her beautiful face? ...

In spring, I also love phoenix tree.

Platanus acerifolia may be an auspicious tree. It is intended to attract golden phoenix, so it is often seen in people's courtyards.

Through my window, behind me are rows of houses built on the mountain. There is a family with a phoenix tree at home. The phoenix tree is lush and stands high above the roof, showing the dense flowers of the tree generously in front of my eyes.

I remember that spring, I was in Xitang, behind the window of a teahouse, and there was also a phoenix tree like this. Because I was greedy for the flowers of that tree, I asked for tea and sat under it for a long time. That kind of spring is a cup of warm tea, which is indescribably sweet.

I often think that when a flower blooms with a will, who is the former life and who is the afterlife must be arranged by fate. Cherry blossoms fall and phoenix trees open; Indus is still good, Phalaenopsis has been quietly waiting to spit; Rhododendrons are still in bud, and calla lily has completed its first opening. ...

In fact, flowers cannot understand many sorrows in the world. Just for no reason. A seed fell into your heart. Therefore, no matter who is talented and beautiful, no one can escape from this world of mortals.

If you are destined to escape, I hope to meet you in such a spring. No occasional palpitations, no surprise of reunion after a long separation. When I turn around from under the cherry blossoms, you will stand beside me with joy. Then, I hear you say with spring: Oh, there you are!

Spring Prose 7 Leng Yue is in the sky, and everything on the earth is still sleeping in the thick winter quilt. The cold night is clear and sad. Just like Yin Hui in her arms, she walks towards dawn in bright light.

Extremely cold spring, spring is the strength of accumulating a winter; Spring is the desire to talk from the heart. Snowflakes flying all over the sky turned into spring rain, bringing sweet moisture to thirsty fields. You see, a touch of light blue on the field shows its vitality step by step with the pace of spring.

Spring is coming, let's open our arms and welcome the charm of spring.

According to the ancients, spring came back to us in the sound of robins. During the four seasons, the Blue Bird Department is open and the Danbird Department is closed. What kind of bird is the bluebird? Green comes from blue. It is the emissary of the Queen Mother of the West, flying from the west. Bluebird tells us that the years are passing by with its song. At this time, the cold northwest wind has become a mild northeast wind.

Spring returns to the earth, and everything revives.

When the wind blows, the twigs of weeping willows become soft. At this time, there are no flowers, only an elegant, quiet and waiting implicit beauty. In the distance, the residual snow on the mountain has not completely melted, and there is a faint blue light in the shade. The winter jasmine has not yet bloomed, but the plum blossom has already occupied the amorous feelings among the dead branches.

Temperature, sunshine and rainfall are gradually increasing. As the saying goes, "a year's plan lies in spring." Spring is the season when the four seasons begin, and people have high hopes for it. A good beginning is half done, so spring is a season full of hope.

When I was 8 years old, spring came from my taste buds.

I can't remember which spring rain started. When I came home from school at noon, there was suddenly a plate of green fried shepherd's purse on the dining table. I put it on a white porcelain plate in a big way and chewed it with chopsticks. The unique fragrance immediately danced on the taste buds.

Eating wild vegetables is not a big deal, but the first wild vegetable meal every year always represents a gorgeous prelude to spring. At that time, there were no wild vegetables to sell in the vegetable market, so the overture could only be found in the field by myself. I always remember my grandmother carrying a basket to dig wild vegetables. Her thin figure was particularly agile at that time, crossing canals and riverbanks and looking for hidden green elves in wheat fields and mulberry forests one by one. Grandma never looks aimlessly. The spirit of these fields always grows in her memory, with clear coordinates and context. We can easily find groups of Malan and Lycium barbarum. Grandma carefully pinched off their buds with her nails without hurting their roots. After a while, it was still lush.

Digging wild vegetables is so interesting that it has become the most attractive pastime in spring weekend. Children spontaneously follow their families or older children, bring tools to the field, and enjoy themselves in the name of digging wild vegetables among golden rape flowers and green wheat seedlings. Some people dig a little more, they can beat a catty of meat, roll dough, wrap shepherd's purse and wrap jiaozi, and the harvest is not enough to make a potherb egg soup. So in any case, you can always taste the taste of spring at the dinner table that day.

Grandma is a good cook. She can not only stir-fry common shepherd's purse, Malantou, seedling grass and medlar buds, but also make sauce, cold salad, jiaozi and fried spring rolls. She can surprise us with more special ingredients. When the willow tree near the water "hangs down in a tapestry of ten thousand strands of moss", my grandmother will carefully roll a few tender leaves, mix them in the mixed paste of eggs and flour, and fry them into thin wicker cakes with vegetable oil, which looks and tastes like Longjing before the Ming Dynasty. Others also use elm money to make dough bumps, but they just cook dough bumps with elm money, while grandma mashed elm money into mud and mixed it with flour to make Xiaoqing noodle fish, which was salty and delicious and fragrant. In addition, there are dumplings and rice cakes stuffed with Sophora japonica, eggs fried with Toona sinensis, and green balls made of tender alfalfa ... It seems that every leaf and flower in spring can become extremely delicious in grandma's hands. Others praised her grandmother for her good craftsmanship: "A young lady from a big family does everything differently!" "

Of course, the taste of spring is not always on wild vegetables. "Peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat." In the peach blossom season, there are fishing boats selling fresh fish by the dock every morning. Buy a catty of mandarin fish and stew it with fresh seedling grass. It's a perfect match However, steaming is also very good. Cut a few onions, put oil and salt on them, and steam them in a pot, which keeps the freshness and fullness of mandarin fish to the greatest extent and tastes excellent. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, the snails in the river were fat and seedless. Just pushed a few times with the net, it was a pot, and it was raised with clear water for two days. Whether it's cut tail stew or stir-fried spring leek with meat, it's first-class delicious. When snails come out of the water together, there are often many long and narrow black mussels, commonly known as "old stork mouths", which are difficult to cut open with a knife. As soon as the hot water is hot, they open their mouths one by one, and it is easy to take out the meat. The soup is as white as milk.

The most unforgettable thing is a small bamboo forest next to the old house. I don't know what kind of bamboo is long and thin. After the annual fright, the sharp thorns that appear everywhere fully explain what is called "mushrooming". Grandma dug them out with a small shovel and hung them under the eaves, because these "awls" will grow into bamboo poles in a few days if they are not dug out quickly. New bamboo shoots can be shredded, fried with leeks, spinach, shredded pork with fish flavor, soup and stew. If you can't finish it, you can give it to your neighbors, or make dried bamboo shoots and braised pork. That smell seems to bring distant childhood to our eyes at once.

In a blink of an eye, grandma has been gone for ten years. Fortunately, every spring comes as scheduled, as always, the grass grows and the flowers bloom and fall. I can't help looking for traces of wild vegetables according to the taste buds' wishes. Although I occasionally buy some shepherd's purse and Malantou planted in greenhouses in the food market, the taste is vague and seems a little interesting, not as mellow as I remember, but it is also the breath of spring. I also hope to have time to take my child to the field and put green memories in a basket to make his childhood smell of grass. I think this is what grandma wants to see most.

Youth is a poem, a dream, a moving tune and a beautiful song.

The just-concluded Zhongtian Competition is the most beautiful song of youth!

Nearly 2000 middle school athletes from 27 provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions gathered in Ningxiang No.1 Middle School, showing us speed and strength, youth and vitality, unity and cooperation, friendship and passion, beauty and strength. At the same time, the Zhongtian Tournament was held by a county-level city for the first time, which was also a full affirmation and comprehensive review of our county's comprehensive strength. In the five-day competition, Ningxiang people lived up to expectations and handed over an excellent answer sheet: well-organized, the venue was built in by going up one flight of stairs, and the sports level was admirable ... which won praise from all walks of life. In this competition, * * * produced 192 medals, including 64 gold medals. As the host, the team of Ningxiang No.1 Middle School is not afraid of strong players, dare to fight and play well, winning three gold medals, 1 silver medal and two bronze medals in one fell swoop, winning the first place in women's group A and the fifth place in the total score of the group, winning honor for our county! "Young people are strong and the country is strong" and "young people are wise and the country is wise". Teenagers are the flowers and hopes of the motherland. They carry too many expectations of their parents and continue their glory and dreams. Only aggressive and physically outstanding children can better take over their parents' guns.

Of course, there are only a few people who can stand in nakano and compete with all walks of life, and even fewer people can stand on the podium. Due to physical differences, we don't expect all the children to have such wonderful performances. But as long as children can develop good exercise habits, persevere and be tireless, they will certainly lay a good physical foundation and make better contributions to social development in the future! "Life lies in sports". Children are not the only ones who need exercise. From birth to the end of life, exercise is an important part of life. Only those who persist and exercise scientifically can have better physical fitness. Some people say that wealth and status are zero, but health comes first. Because without health, there is nothing.

Fortunately, more and more people are aware of the importance of sports: basketball courts, dancers in the square, and more and more cyclists ... they practice their sports promises with their own actions and show the beauty and strength of sports.

They are the most beautiful scenery! The most beautiful song.

Spring Prose 10 The pupil of the sky radiates soft light and nourishes everything. In a blink of an eye, the dream of spring spread in the bud sticking out its head.

Dreams are not only green; White elves across the eyes, leaving a faint fragrance; The "butterfly" is fixed on the branch and spreads its wings without flying; The "giants" put on beautiful new clothes, and all their children are thriving. This naturally revived chorus makes the adagio of Song of Spring play slowly.

When the sky closed its eyes, the dream ushered in a drizzle. When the mist is light, the water is gurgling, and the raindrops and dewdrops are as bright as treasures, my thoughts swim to the strange natural landscape. Walking in this fairyland, everything seems so magical, but full of dreams, without eccentricity and anxiety.

At this time, Yingying's eyes opened slightly and her cheeks were flushed. Green creatures distort the dance of praise; Life is more elegant at this time when there are endless hymns to sing.

On the earth, it becomes fresh and full of flowers, and there is only beauty and tranquility in the dream. This pure land has no troubles and bumps.

pure and fresh

Fresh air always brings people a happy mood. Even if the smog is rampant, a drop of rain will purify the air and make the scenery in the field of vision particularly clear. Walking in the park is like entering a fairyland. Flowers are more beautiful, plants are more beautiful, and people are swimming happily in the park. This scene has a strong breath of spring.

Seeing the vegetation sprouting, I felt the vitality of life. Birds celebrate the beauty of spring, and the breeze brings warm current. Nothing makes people feel better than laughter. Because I feel the beauty of spring.

Spring has the taste of spring, the soil is fresh, the flowers are fragrant, and the smell of vegetation relaxes the nerves. This is a treasure given to us by nature. We should cherish it more and not defile the beauty of nature.

The fresh air and white clouds set off the magnificence of the blue sky, and there are couples talking and laughing by the pond to make this season more beautiful. Beauty is hidden in nature.