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How to describe the weather in April?

The weather in April is described as follows:

1, April, still with a faint chill. The wind is blowing, catkins are flying, like an elegant flying butterfly, spinning in a small golden halo, falling lightly, between the eyebrows and in the palm of your hand. I am at a loss, a little sad, and it is the season of catkins flying again.

2. In April, I passed through your tenderness. Peach blossoms wither and flowers bloom in the water. You are intoxicated, and the intoxicated look is beautiful. My eyebrows are low all my life, and I jump into your wind.

3. When the spring wind is still swaying the wind chimes in April, the peach blossoms have been stolen from her by time, and those charming March have turned into a green ocean among the graceful willows.

I saw clumps of new green covering the treetops, and I saw flowers full of trees, so I couldn't bear to falter in the wind and return to the dust. Those crazy flowers, in such a short moment, completed her mission and started another gestation process of life again.

In May 4th, the stolen peach blossom red turned into green fruit; In April, the stolen time turned into the whisper of swallows and misty rain; In April, spring was stolen and full of new ideas; In April, among the kites flying all over the sky, I found the thread in my hand; April, in this way, came in peace and gradually left in a faint hug. ...

April is really a good season. Cherry blossoms are blooming brightly, all kinds of insects and birds are chirping happily, and willow trees are dressed in green. After several heavy rains, the lake suddenly recovered to its former height, flush with the shore, and the lake poured out violently from the outlet, and a breeze blew, rippling blue waves. At night, the road under the lamp is open and straight, and the camphor trees on both sides sway. Take a deep breath, and the cool fragrance penetrates your heart.

7. If there is a distance between the branches and the soil in the world, I will only fall and touch your soft heart. If you hold me in your hand, I will burn all the bright colors in the April breeze, just to melt them into your eternal mark. If time stops here, I am willing to die at this moment. I would like to float into your life and turn into a thousand-year petal rain.