Bright and warm in spring, sunny and green.

In the cold bleak winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring. I hope that her grass will grow warblers and blow catkins, and that her breeze and drizzle will moisten things like crisp; May her spring be bright and bright, and may her red be colorful. "When the cold snap is over, the spring breeze returns to the willow." The cold wind in winter is warmed by spring and becomes the spring breeze that awakens all sleeping things. At this time, spring has quietly arrived. Spring is a beautiful season. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face." Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The earth paste stirs up the rain, and flowers bloom." In spring, everything revives, just like a huge picture. The grass grows long and the warbler flies, the peach is red and the pear is white, and the continuous drizzle suspends the whole world. The sky and the lake dissolved together into a faint cyan, as if someone was dripping into the water with an ink pen, and a touch of sky cyan was dizzy on a blank picture scroll. The warm spring breeze is mixed with slightly chilly steam and intoxicating floral fragrance, as if the wine is slightly drunk and crisp. Walking in the spring, I found that the brush of spring had rendered the flowers and trees in the garden, and the sleepy grass buds poked their heads out and hit the spring breeze. Only by stepping lightly on the soft soil can we know that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the spring breeze brings warm waves, all sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a new attitude. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world. "Haitang does not hesitate to rouge, and it is independent." Spring is an ink painting that shows the attitude of life.