Spring in March is the breeding season. There are broad ripples. "Green poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao", willow smoke is piled up, and endless light green is everywhere, feeling refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that in the late spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching scenery!
When spring comes, willows are floating and green as the sea. In spring, grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestries brush the embankment, and there is a warm breath everywhere, playing a harmonious melody and performing a moving picture! Spring has come, and the things in March are both silent and audible, calling for the coming of spring everywhere in the sound of singing orioles, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain silk, and in the fluttering wicker! Wandering in the warm wind in March, the garden is walking slowly, and spring has come.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the winter jasmine is yellow ... No wonder poets love to chant about spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beauty in the world, and all colors will always be there.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses the earth and whispers to the earth. When people are unaware of it, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the wind with a little chill wakes everything up and the trees are green. But is it more than "green"?
With the wind blowing, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, and one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... connected into a piece and merged into a sea. Facing this magnificent sea of blue, red, yellow ..., people have lost their troubles and languid. Thank you for the upward strength and confidence brought by the colors of spring.
Look at the spring again. Ah, that's a kite put by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various shapes are dancing freely and soaring freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up the spring and add the color of spring?
However, if you lean down and look at it carefully, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which are the traces left by the remnant winter. You may sigh, "What a fly in the ointment!" Yes, looking at those few broken limbs and broken arms, depressed grass, who will have a good mood However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel, hey! It's green inside! It turns out that the yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is childish children who dress up naively; It is the neglected grass that silently breeds. People who enjoy the color of spring heartily, what have you contributed to the color of spring?
Spring.