The feeling of spring, talk about mood.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

No one knows that spring has come. People know from the external environment that spring is coming, and their inner world is surging with Chun Qing. Spring is youth for people, it symbolizes youth, it symbolizes the life of _ _. Spring is a vibrant season. Ice and snow melt quietly in spring, and streams flow in spring. The sky is blue as if it had been washed again. Clouds are no longer diffuse, but are dotted in the blue sky. Everything grows, and spring brings people hope, vitality and reverie. In this picturesque season, we sow the seeds of hope, bearing our dreams, and grow into the hope in our hearts in infinite expectation. Let the longing of spring fill the details of life and the wonderful journey of life. I was awakened from my dream by a series of chirps. I opened my eyes, rubbed my eyes, opened the window and looked, ah! It turned out to be a group of birds singing happily on the branches! I haven't heard a clear bird song for a long time. I am very happy to hear it again today.

Spring is a season full of hope; Spring is a vibrant season; Spring is a beautiful and warm season. Many things have traces of spring. In fact, it is not difficult to find spring. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find spring. Because spring is around us, in each of our hearts, there are many colorful butterflies standing on beautiful flower heads, as if praising the beauty of flowers. Bright flowers attract many bees. They show their beautiful dances to the earth on colorful flowers. The flowers were intoxicated and danced gently. The ice in the river has melted, small fish are playing in the water, and tadpoles are anxiously looking for their mother. People take off their thick coats and put on cool spring clothes. The children are flying kites in the square. Farmers sow hard seeds in the fields in the hot sun. "A year's plan lies in spring." We should also plant the seeds of wisdom, study hard and go up a storey still higher! That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. Those dense poplar leaves, like running water, are rustling day and night, quietly and loudly flowing where people can't see them. "Blow your face without cold willows" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.