Spring is coming, so it is suggested that the class hold a spring outing. Where are you going? Write down our opinions first. See who has the best reason. It is writing a composition.

Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery.

I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green is refreshing and never tires of seeing it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness.

I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing!

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In summer, heavy rain rages; Autumn is full of yellow leaves; In winter, snow as white as goose feathers is raging one after another. Only spring, the most incredible spring, like a raging flame, stirs up an eternal miracle of life, which is fascinating and dazzling. _ _ _ _ _ Inscription

In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring. I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would blow across the embankment, her thousand trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain.

Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face."

Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline."

In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."

In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "

Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring has gone, call him back and live with him. "

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When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.

New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.

So, I started walking in spring.

Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.

Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.