I smell spring. How to write a 300-word composition?

You have smelled flowers and grass; Have you ever smelled tea and rice ... have you ever smelled spring?

When peach trees stretch out countless pink flowers and are crowded with branches; When the old trees cut down by people are vigorously pulling out branches and sprouting; When there is an endless green ocean everywhere, it reflects all kinds of wild flowers such as red, white, yellow, purple, pink and blue; A gust of wind blew, and a fragrant problem came to my face. There is a smell mixed in it, and that is the smell of growth.

As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring." In this spring when everything is reviving, the farmer's uncle is busy sowing and cultivating. They turn over the soil, sow seeds and water day and night ... from their dark, sweaty faces, I smell the salty taste of sweat. There is a breath hidden inside, and that is the breath of hope.

Spring rain is full of poetry and painting. Spring rain is sometimes as fine as a faint ox hair, and sometimes as fine as the mist rising from the lake in autumn and winter. It silently moistens newly sown crops, newly sprouted willows and everything on the earth. Isn't this "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"! At this time, I took a deep breath of this humid air and asked about the breath of spring, which is the breath of great love.

Spring is the season of growth, sowing hope and spreading love. You can smell the spring, and the spring you smell is unique!