Then is with green, spring-like seasons of pine, color lighter osmanthus, and refute the bamboo leaves, and complex, the distance is rare with green, along the arc is growing. The green is different, next to them, regardless of you and me, scrambling to show their youth. Quite some shake day of shock. But team large enough, a few clusters of deep bamboo blocking their way. The odd thing is that almost all the trees is toward the bottom, like to come out of the thick fog is their spray.
Spring is the most don't worry about the color of the season, and was probably created by the flowers. Carry hundreds of little flower in the grass, like red, each flower were burning like a flame. Her honey haired yellow flower seems to be more beautiful, whether a lazy autumn forget away it this dress? The lawn also give the green. How beautiful! Purplish red, white, sky blue, not well-known, well-known land full of, like the stars in the sky, in the breeze blinks to me. Even in the vegetable rape also ushered in the spring. On elm launched a raid new pleated folds. Willows drew up a little bit of buds. I walk path, and in the spring, you left a string of singing in my head.
The rain has stopped, the fragrance of the soil in flying apart in the field. Rivers flow shallowly, the voice of joy filled the air.
Let's make a grateful heart spring, string into a bud, dedicated to the spring.
初一:潘丽婷
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