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20 15 February 14 Sunday sunny.

Spring is the season when everything revives. In spring, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and spring is full. No wonder many poets and writers praise spring, and painters paint it with brushes in their hands. This is really a spring! How can such a spring not let us admire? The water in the river is hydrated, and small fish swim around in it. In order to welcome Miss Chun, she danced a ballet, and the birds also sang a new season of spring ballet in the tree: "Sing a spring ballet with light steps to welcome beautiful spring and countless beautiful scenery." Grandpa Tree scraped leaves to accompany the birds. There is a spring symphony. Grandpa Tree said to the bird, "The bird sings really well. I think spring will be as wonderful as you. " The bird said happily, "thank you, grandpa." I believe that spring will be more beautiful than my singing. "

Bundles of white magnolia are stretching their long braids, showing their white teeth, as if proudly showing their beauty. However, the old pagoda tree stood motionless on the earth, as if a policeman was patrolling in readiness. I didn't know, but I was shocked when I saw it. It turns out that the old locust tree is working hard. He wants to see the sky.

Teacher Chun gave the earth a picture with a magic pen. The earth revived, and grass and flowers appeared from the land. Look at the grass. It's really that weeds can't burn in the spring breeze and grow taller. Flowers also put on new clothes. Although it is not as gorgeous as peony, elegant as lotus, brilliant as chrysanthemum and Ao Shuang as plum blossom, it has its own style. Colorful landscape paintings.

Breathing the breath of spring and feeling the vitality of everything, my body can't help but relax, and my face is filled with a happy smile. Unconsciously, I was infected by the vigor of spring, turned into a gust of wind, and blew over the mountains and Yuan Ye, giving me a panoramic view of the beauty of spring. I can't help feeling the infinite charm of spring.