Walking at a brisk pace, wearing a beautiful white veil and holding a wand in his hand.
Hands, head wearing a golden angel, wearing embroidered shoes, dancing.
Earth. When you hear the wind, come and accompany you quickly; It's raining everywhere, rushing.
Go dancing. With a cry, the earth is pregnant with green life and broken.
Dead silence in winter, green grass, delicate petals ...
The messenger of spring took away the songs and left footprints.
Sound.
The rain doll came also, with a bright snow clip, scrambling to jump up.
The embrace of the earth. Dancing in the air. Except for the rustling of snow falling.
Sound, mixed with the sound of little rain ticking. Rain is melting snow, yes.
Snow elf. It's the attraction of rain, and there are poems dancing with snowflakes.
In winter and spring, like a god bird, it broke the seal and sent out.
Veil. Gently connect the footsteps in the snow.
The wind is blowing, mixed with the smell of earth. Look up, there is a teenager in front.
Forest. This tender little bud is glittering and translucent,
Crisp life, the spark of youth, spring!
The ancients said: In spring, a day's plan lies in the morning.
Good evening. In the spring morning, the air is fresh and time is precious. People got up early and had to leave.
Go to the playground to exercise and study along the tree-lined path. In spring, people
Field trip, on the outskirts of sketch. Footprints left by the connection
It's morning again
Sunrise, spring, like a vigorous development of vitality!
Spring, like the rising sun, is full of hope!
With the turning of the calendar, winter passed unconsciously, and spring came quietly.
Walking at a brisk pace, wearing a beautiful white gauze skirt, holding a wand, wearing a golden angel circle on her head and embroidered shoes, dancing on the earth. Hearing this, the wind hurried to accompany him; Hearing the rain, I hurried to dance. Under the call of the spring girl, the earth is pregnant with green life, breaking the dead silence of winter, green grass and delicate petals ... These messengers of spring brought joy and laughter to the earth, leaving the footprints of the spring girl.
Baby rain is coming, paddling bright snow trails and rushing to the embrace of the earth. Dancing in the air. In addition to the rustling of falling snow, it is also mixed with the ticking rain. This rain is snow melting water, and it is the spirit of snow. This is the poetry of so much rain and snowflakes flying. Chun Xue, like a divine bird, pecked the seal of winter and unveiled the veil of Spring Girl. Miss Chun's footprints were lightly printed on the snow.
A gust of wind blew, mixed with the fragrance of the earth. Looking up, there is a small forest in front. This tender little bud, crystal clear and green, shines with the spark of youth, which is really full of spring!
The ancients said well: a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning. In the spring morning, the air is fresh and time is precious. People get up early, some go to the playground to exercise, and some read books along the tree-lined path. In spring, people go for an outing and sketch in the countryside. Miss Chun's footprints were left in the morning again!
Spring in Nanning, like a vigorous sunrise, is full of vitality!
Spring in Nanning, like the rising sun, is full of hope!