My shadow is 100 million points strong

Spring is the best season. As the saying goes, spring is the time of year. I love spring because it's not as hot as summer and not as cold as winter! I like spring.

Spring is here, the season of revival for all things. The opening of peach blossoms symbolizes the arrival of spring. The flowers in the peach blossom garden are blooming and beautiful. Some people laughed until their faces turned red.

In spring, the grass gently blows on the trouser legs, and the breath of spring is so close to the skin. The dewdrops stayed and fell on the blade, refusing to slip off. What refuses to slip are the colors of spring, bright and brisk. Don't act too hastily, move slowly and print fresh traces, as if it were a light oil paint painted inadvertently in spring. Am I afraid of disturbing some dreams and whispers, or am I afraid that the fingers of spring will scratch somewhere in my heart, or am I afraid that some people and things will disturb my thoughts? Go slowly, go slowly.

The first bird song came from the other side of the forest, clear and loud. It is the sound of spring, the green trembling, shaking my footsteps, stirring the first drop of dew, splashing on the forehead of the soil, panicking. Another bird song, close at hand, somewhere above our heads, in the leaves, in the buds, along the branches. Then, the first sound, the third sound, the fourth sound... the whole forest was very lively.

Just lie in the palm of spring and let the sun touch you so wantonly. In the sparse leaves, the sunlight turns into a golden thread, weaving dazzling patterns, hanging between me and spring. The grass has stood upright and is swaying, so it is necessary to desperately express yourself in the arms of the sun and perform a competitive dance. Just like that, the sun gradually smiled.

An unknown flower is beside me, watching everything. Look at me with grass and sunshine. Small petals, lightly yellow. Hiding in the grass blades, inadvertently fighting for each other, but inadvertently revealing the pride of spring. I looked back at Xiaohua, looking forward to a spring conversation with her, but her thin body was hidden in the green grass. A breeze blew, but she was hidden deeper, shining, on the green grass, all the way to the outside of the forest.

Spring is here, the snow on the slopes begins to melt, and the snow water nourishes the soil. The hibernating grass roots wake up and struggle to grow.

Countless green grass stretches out like needlepoints, as if breathing there with small mouths open, shining in the sun; willow trees begin to sprout, swaying soft branches in the spring breeze; in the peach orchard, there are already buds on the exposed peach branches. buds; golden spring flowers are like smiling faces, happily reporting the good news of spring to people. Under the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and fields opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps, three...even turned into fragments and merged into the sea.

How could the sky be so colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the kids are guarding against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, various kites are flying freely and soaring. Look at how innocent and cute they smile! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. They try their best to dress up and add spring colors.

ah! How beautiful spring is! Look at this beautiful scenery.

Grandpa Yandong took away the coldness on the earth and the white snow on the rocks. With light steps and a nimble body, Miss Chun happily came to the land that belonged to her. The beautiful mountain and lake scenery was like a beautiful landscape painting, lifelike.

The willow buds bit into the winter package and sprouted; the wheat seedlings raised their mud-stained heads and jointed; the bamboo shoots broke free from the shackles of the severe cold and emerged; the petals opened the warm windows of the heart and bloomed.