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Tell me what spring is like.

Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching. Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.

The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.

"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.

The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house. The leaves are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes.

In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. Beside the stone bridge, there were people walking slowly holding umbrellas, and there were farmers working in the fields, wearing raincaps and hats. Their houses were sparse and silent in the rain.

Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking. Spring is like a strong young man, with iron arms, waist and feet, leading us forward.