The beginning of a beautiful sentence describing the weather in May

The beginning of a beautiful sentence describing the weather in May

The wind in May is refreshing and pleasant; The rain in May is strong and fresh; Youth in May, high spirits; The fragrance of May is refreshing. In this beautiful youth season, I want to sing a heartfelt hymn for the great workers.

In May, the air is fresh and comfortable. In the fields of May, the blue waves are rippling and full of green is everywhere. Everywhere is colorful and gorgeous, red, yellow, pink and purple are blooming everywhere, competing to open, and the sky is clear in Wan Li. There is a faint fragrance in the air, and you can indulge in comfortable and brisk breathing.

The blue sky, green Yuan Ye, lush forests and vast grasslands in May not only broaden people's horizons, but also make people relaxed and happy. Spring leaves quietly, and early summer comes gently. April is full of flowers, May is full of flowers. What makes people deeply moved is the spring blossoms, and what makes people can't help but be young. The most exciting and high-spirited thing is that the earth is full of flowers in May, and there is a solemn and sacred festival in May-May Day International Labor Day.

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Simple and honest faces, sincere smiles, struggling experiences and a beautiful life, they come from all corners of the country, they are engaged in all walks of life, they struggle in all directions, and they dedicate their youth and life. They promoted history, created civilization, changed the world and spread happiness.

May Day is the end of spring and the beginning of summer.

Like the tenderest smile, May is neither chilly in spring nor scorching, impetuous and lazy in midsummer. Gentle but not sparse, warm and unconstrained, the sky is calm and the vegetation is happy. Rare freedom and idleness, sitting alone, silently expressing feelings. Inadvertently, my thoughts in May, like unhurried steps, leisurely walked into the south of the Yangtze River.

It always rains in Mao Mao in the south of the Yangtze River in May. At the beginning of the rain, there was still some white light on the horizon, and large clouds were blown west by the wind. There are mountains like running water, plain and simple, with thin fog and uneven and fuzzy shadows. In Jiangnan, the raindrops are gentle and intimate, but the sound of rain is delicate and touching, with a little sadness of the Wu family. The taste of rain is light and bitter, bitter with cold, as if deliberately hitting the soft flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, showing its tenderness and fragrance. Standing in such a landscape, overlooking Jiangnan, Jiangnan is quiet.

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May has come, so low-key, without any warning, cheers and silence. It seems that no one has ever expected it except me. No wonder May has come, the days have passed, May has come, but it has only come.

In May, frogs are no longer so pleasant to hear, and flowers everywhere are no longer lingering. So at night, listening to the frog's voice, I just hurried by and smelled the flowers, but I didn't slow down. People seem to have adapted to the return of life in April. For May, which lasted for a long time, although life continued to be wonderful, people just ignored it.