The first spring rain in 222

The first spring rain that moistened things silently finally fell on the ground under your feet, and I was indescribable happy and excited.

The spring rain, which is as expensive as oil, makes the earth no longer thirsty. It welcomes this long-awaited rain with open arms and makes every cell of it comfortable.

this flying rain will open a colorful spring. The soft branches of willow branches will dance the melody of spring, the grass will dye the green earth with its green head, the golden smiling face of dandelion is the gorgeous scenery in early spring, and pieces of golden rape flowers look at Chunyang. I wonder who shines in their eyes?

Walking in the spring rain, listening to the whispers of the rain, the rain falls gently on the brow, as gentle as ever, just like the first time, and it has been gentle for a lifetime.

Spring is like a happy little girl, jumping all the way. The spring breeze makes her hair float and float, and the earth turns green as soon as it floats. The spring rain washed its face, and it touched it with its hand, and the mountains and rivers were drunk, and a colorful spring came to us.

Swallows fly back to their hometown, twittering songs of love. Children go to the fields to find the wings of butterflies and fly their happiness with kites. Their cheerful laughter flies in the willows.

farmers sow hopes and dreams. Wheat seedlings stretched out in green, and fruit trees and crops were covered with fertilizer. Looking at the timely rain, farmers smiled.

In a world washed by spring rain, the air is exceptionally fresh. The virus will eventually disappear under the efforts of angels in white. We will always remember this extraordinary spring, remember sadness, remember moving, and remember the heroes who carried the burden for us.

I hope that when the world in full bloom in spring embraces us, we can cherish every beauty with a grateful heart and give back to this hot land at our feet with redoubled efforts.

after the epidemic, may we all be kind to nature and every living thing, let compassion and love last forever, and may the songs of peace spread all over the world.

About the author: Wen Ruihong, a native of Pingliang, Gansu, likes writing, photography, nature and writing the ups and downs of life in words.