The composition in spring is really beautiful.

Warm air, ice-breaking running water, green willow branches and budding buds, these messengers of spring disperse the cold wind and bring a warm breath! In the spring surrounded by the wind, the sun is warm, everything is full of vitality, the spring rain is moist, and the fragrance is fragrant. "The branches of red apricots are full of spring", and the elves in nature are naturally unwilling to be lonely, showing the quiet and rich spring as vigorously as sound. March, such a lively annual ring, the month when everything recovers, is also a more wonderful way to interpret spring.

The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, which can only be vaguely felt. It is like a gentle world, shrouded in it, like a dreamlike dream. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind" Listening to the splash under your feet and touching the soft rain is really a rare comfort and leisure.

Spring in March is the breeding season, and everything is in the bud. The wicker swayed gently, and the tip of the wicker touched the water slightly, causing general ripples. "Poplar smoke is lighter than that of Han Xiao", willow piles up smoke, and endless light green fills eyes and feels refreshing and gentle touch. I believe that at the end of spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching beauty!

Spring has come, and the willows are falling and green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the silk tapestries blow on the embankment, filled with warm breath everywhere, playing a harmonious melody and interpreting a moving picture! Spring has come, and the things in March are silent and audible. In the singing of orioles, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain silk, and in the fluttering wicker, spring is calling everywhere! Wandering in the warm wind in March, the small garden walks slowly and it is easy to get there. Spring is coming.

The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.

The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?

Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?

However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.

I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?