A 600-word composition on the trip to Yangling Agricultural Expo Park.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. "Spring breeze blows, blowing hair dances for her, blowing Vitamin, swaying, blowing flowers bloom for her-spring breeze blows your face, kisses your cheek, itches and is crisp, and unconsciously, a blush appears. Drunk, so thorough, so selfless drunk-the wind is at work.

Look, the spring breeze comes with colorful clouds, emitting a refreshing fragrance. She turned into a delicate grass bud and emerged from the solid earth: she turned into a wild goose returning to the north and flew back from the distant sky; She turned into a silk scarf as thin as a cicada's wing on a girl's body and walked leisurely from the bustling crowd-the warm spring breeze is the messenger of spring. Look, she flew over the mountains and rivers, leaving a trace of green, skimming over the earth, leaving a refreshing, floating over the green fields, leaving a little green light.

The spring breeze tells a lingering whisper. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." The slender willow leaves, with clear veins, are really wonderful pens of spring breeze. "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" When did you become a messenger, conveying the homesickness of wanderers? Spring breeze, why don't you walk through Yumen Pass and sound the Qiang flute? The peach blossom is still there, welcoming the spring breeze with a bright smile and blooming the beauty of the smiling flower.