Write a composition about the weather.

Waiting for the notes of spring

Just like the first grass sticking its head out of the soft soil, the first petal blooms in the warm wind, the first drop of spring rain brings long-lost sweetness to the long-lost land, and the message of spring spreads like wildfire, calling for long-sealed notes with a soft voice.

Every season has its own notes. The flute in winter makes hexagonal snowflakes condense in the air, the red leaves in autumn fall slowly in the melodious violin sound, and the powerful trumpet in summer is accompanied by cicadas. What about spring? Think about it, but you are at a loss. The colorful notes seem to float from a distance, with no source. But other than that. Listen, that magical performance is going on.

Look at this lake. The weeping willows have been covered with a layer of new green, and there are green ripples in the air. They are facing the lake, reflecting their elegant posture and enjoying their flowing long hair again. Long hair touches the lake, ripples in circles, and breaks the wall of the lake. In the wind, strips of willow branches, like countless slender fingers, lightly draw a beautiful arc in the air, pulling away the breath of spring. Looking at it, a girl with long hair in a green skirt appeared in front of her eyes, by her father's lake. The wind caressed her hair and blew the trembling strings. The dancing notes flowed from the strings and spread to the earth, melting the boundless indifference.

The first touch of green in spring, and the sound of dancing piano bloom silently by the lake.

Look at the grass. The bright yellow is very conspicuous on the green grass. Every frolicking flower is telling the joy. This is winter jasmine. There are countless flowers in it, and each one is a bright smiling face. Like a golden trumpet, melodious notes filed out from the open trumpet mouth and gushed out to experience spring. The flower of spring is better than the flower of spring. Play cheerful music with delicate gestures, and the task notes fly in the air to awaken the sleeping life. Changed and played a cold fate.

A bunch of bright yellow, infinitely gorgeous in the cheerful trumpet sound.

Maybe there will be more colorful notes, maybe there will be countless beautiful movements. Every capital is so unique, just like the song in our hearts. There is tenderness, joy, calmness and excitement. Somewhere in my heart, a sleeping music is waiting, waiting to be awakened, waiting to welcome spring.

And many, many more. Many are awakening notes. The heart is beating and life is singing. In this spring of flowers and birds, let's open our hearts and release the sleeping notes.

Different notes make up different movements. But every note, every movement, was once a little hope waiting for spring in the cold.