My favourite season

My favorite season is spring. Although spring does not have the pleasure of swimming in summer, the joy of harvesting in autumn and the snowy scenery in winter, I still like spring.

As soon as Brother Dong left, Sister Chun couldn't wait to ride the breeze to the world. She changed the young trees into new green clothes and set an alarm clock for hibernating animals to wake them up.

Then, Sister Chun came to Xiaocao, knocked on Xiaocao's door, and Xiaocao leaned out to try the temperature and cold. Sister Chun woke up the little flowers again and painted them with beautiful pigments.

Sister Chun came to the stream and told the people sleeping under the ice to get up quickly. The stream woke up slowly and soon heard their cheerful songs. Sister Chun asked Brother Qingfeng to send a message to the distant swallows, telling them that it is warm here and they can fly back. The swallow received a letter from Sister Chun and flew back quickly. Suddenly, the world was full of vitality.

After several spring rains, the young trees grew taller and grew a few green leaves. The crystal drops of water on the leaves sparkled in the sun. At this time, the stream is more cheerful, flowing fast and slow, and sometimes making a cheerful tinkling sound, like singing.

Under the careful care of Sister Chun, the grass and flowers have grown up. The breeze blows, and the grass and floret shake their heads together to say hello to you. After the swallow flew back, it kept busy. Every morning, they chirp and sing.

My brother's breeze blew, and there were morning glory, azaleas and peach blossoms ... all nodded and greeted him, and flowers were everywhere.

The beauty of spring is really endless!

Spring, with the first drop of spring rain, the first spring breeze and the first spring flower, falls, blows away and blooms.

I like spring and spring sunshine. Without the fierceness of summer, the weakness of autumn and the weakness of winter, it always seems to be tepid, warm, true, energetic, earnest and close. When the first sunshine of spring blooms in the sky, a warm force peels off people's heavy cotton-padded clothes, fades away the monotonous white of the earth, and spreads green and yellow. . . . . Sow the colors of spring.

I love spring, I love the spring rain, not the downpour, but the drizzle, so soft. Moistening crops and flowers, the seedlings stretched out their waist bent by snow, sucked the rain and dew, and smiled. The spring rain released the clay figurine, and the grass took advantage of this good opportunity to arch out the soil with its head and sprout to see the outside world. So the spring rain fell, the grass broke through the ground, the flowers bloomed, and many small lives emerged from the ground in the misty rain curtain.

I love spring and her wind, like an invisible hand, sowing the seeds of life and the vitality belonging to spring; The soft spring breeze is blowing, the trees are ringing, and the thawed lake ripples, so my heart ripples with the ripples. I seem to have become a leaf in the lake in spring, drifting with the spring breeze and enjoying myself.

I love spring and her sky without a trace of gloom. Swallows and magpies fly in the sky, spreading songs and waving their wings, leaving beautiful figures and touching birds.

I love Chun, her hope, her peace and her beauty.