When the spring sun shines on the mountains and fields, the warm warmth The intention comes slowly with the warm wind, melting the ice and snow, awakening the flowers and trees. The mountains and fields have taken off their silver and are covered with the most brilliant colors of the year. The water is boundless and quiet, and the peaks are springy.
Spring, silent poetry, three-dimensional paintings, and living sculptures. Spring has a grand and bold spirit, yet still has a delicate and graceful figure. Spring is a miraculous stroke of nature. When you enter spring, you will have the illusion of being in a mythical fairyland. The scenery is both real and illusory, like an illusory mirage; like an unpredictable and beautiful legend.
The smoke-like spring rain fell silently, YiyiThe spring water flows slowly. Gurgling water, tender leaves, the water supports the green leaves, and the leaves lean on the clear water. The slightest tenderness, like strands of honey.
The spring scenery is full of twists and turns, and the scenery is extraordinary. The scenery in spring is full of hanging springs and waterfalls, which are crystal clear and brilliant; the scenery in spring is high mountains, dense forests and bamboos, and the clear water and rapids, reflecting the scenery around; the scenery in spring is crisscrossing canyons, mountains and mountains, and branches and leaves are sparse. Giant cover.
Spring tells you that uprightness is most afraid of provocation; spring tells you that holiness spurns filth; spring tells you that the road has many twists and turns; spring tells you that majesty comes from character; spring tells you that life lies in pioneering.
Praise spring, because spring flowers are particularly fragrant. Praise spring, because spring has created brilliance and splendor. The blue sky is used as paper and the sea water is used as ink, so I cannot write the hymn of spring. The peaks raise their voices, the rivers stretch their throats, and they can't sing enough carols of spring. Let every poem turn into a bell, let every song turn into a bouquet of flowers, and enthusiastically sing and praise spring!
