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How to describe the spring breeze?

The sentences describing the spring breeze are as follows:

1, Chunfeng is like a cleaner, sweeping away dust with a magic broom and decorating the city beautifully and cleanly. 18, the spring breeze gently blows through the treetops and fields with a moist breath.

Spring breeze is not as violent as summer, as rustling as autumn, as biting as winter. The gentle wind, gently blowing across the face and ears, is so gentle and lovely, with the fragrance of flowers and earth, unforgettable.

Spring breeze fills the earth with light. She is the horn of progress and the' beginning' of happiness. "A year's plan lies in spring", and the spring breeze brings people new gains.

In the spring breeze, there is the season of flying kites. The kite flying in the sky made me seem to have returned to that carefree childhood, and then I remembered a poem I recited when I was a child. The title of the poem has long been forgotten, except that the poem is written like this: the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back early from school. They were busy flying kites when the east wind blew. What a beautiful artistic conception! I am completely intoxicated with the joy of flying kites, and at the same time I have let go of my dreams!

5, the spring breeze is warm, the bright spring shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, forming a beautiful landscape map.

6. Chunfeng looks like a smart girl. With her dexterous hands, she dyed the willow branches green, the peach branches and apricot branches red, and the clusters of winter jasmine yellow.

7. Spring breeze crosses rivers, mountains and rivers and cities like a magic brush, adding bright colors to all living things and urban life.

On the 8th, overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, it rolled in from the vast grasslands and deserts outside the Great Wall. Jumping over the ravine, over the ridge, into the ravine, irrigating the mountain pass, screaming and blowing the horn, roaring and roaring, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, flapping on Sarah's face, like countless needles.