Tell me about the good weather in spring in your circle of friends

A tree of elm-leaf plum blossoms, brilliant and colorful, with a pleasant fragrance, blooming with a smile in the morning dew, and swaying with a charming figure in the spring breeze. Pink petals, golden stamens, one after another, in a bunch, relying on each other, embracing each other.

In the early morning of spring, I woke up from my dream, walked out of my house, and came to Cuizhu Park. What I saw was a colorful world. As soon as you enter the door, you feel a fresh and intoxicating air rushing towards you, making you feel comfortable. Those clusters, patches of red, white, yellow and green, complement each other and are inlaid on the spring earth. The continuous mountains in the distance are covered with green, and the rolling hills look like a crouching dragon. Vaguely visible pieces of flowers are dotted on the green Wolong, adding color to Wolong. If the trunk is the pier of life, then these dense branches are the bridge of life that transport nutrients to the leaves. A spring breeze blows. It began to come alive and danced cheerfully! As soon as spring came, the grasses opened their hazy eyes and rushed out of the ground to share with people the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl. They are scattered all over the earth, paving a green carpet for the "mother soil" that raised them. The combination of thousands of grasses allows people to see the greatness of life. Overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, they came rolling in from the green grassland and vast desert outside the Great Wall. From outside the pass, they rushed over the mountains, over the mountain ridges, inserted into the ravines, and irrigated the mountain passes. They whined and blew the trumpets, roared, flew sand and rocks, and fluttered on the windows, and pounced on people's faces, like countless needle pricks.

It is said that spring is a sea of ??flowers. Pink is elegant, white is dignified, red is passionate, purple is affectionate, splashing and strong. Flowers bloom one after another, bringing out the vitality of spring. The wind blowing through the green leaves became extraordinarily gentle, the sun also became warm, and the green leaves held up the delicate flower buds. They swayed gently in the breeze, smiling shyly. The spring rain sprinkles down like countless fine needles, spreading in every corner. I looked at the misty filaments outside the window and the countless endless mountain peaks there. I was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery in the rain! Spring is full of shadows of people's hard work, and people sow seeds with their own hands. With their firm belief and everlasting hope, they sow true love and selfless love. Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh, and the sun is warm; the wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, the dotted villages are like unsinkable boats, the crisscrossing winding rivers, and the willow branches on the riverside. The buds have sprouted, and the reeds are green when they are drilled out; the calm water in the river wakes up from the purity of winter, and is dressed up green by the colors of nature.