Sentences describing the spring breeze of anger

1. The warm spring breeze is like a mother's hand, gently stroking the little girl's face.

The spring breeze hits my face, which reminds me that "the season of the year is in spring". Spring brings people a new year, new hopes and new life goals. ...

The spring breeze is coming. Although it seems a little late, she still touches the earth with her warm hands.

The warm spring breeze melts the residual snow, turns the branches green, turns the sky blue and makes the river smile.

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.

6. The spring breeze gently blows through the treetops and fields with a moist breath.

7. The spring breeze blows, blows, and she blows green the north and south of the river. Her figure is everywhere, and her traces are everywhere.

8. Over and over again, there are more and more fragments of that love, and many fragments have weathered with the years. Therefore, dreams have become the only place where I can place my love, because only in dreams can that love be complete.

9. "Blowing your face without chilling willow" 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.

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

1 1. In the spring breeze, there is the season of flying kites. And that 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!

12. The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, which constitutes a beautiful landscape.

13. In the morning, when the sun broke free from the shackles of the horizon and jumped up, the first ray of sunshine enveloped you and me. Tears dried up love, broken and scattered on the bed again. Therefore, I like rainy days, that kind of humidity can make love not so completely broken in the morning.

14. Spring breeze is so common and so important. Spring will not lose her, because she is the editor of dreams. Without the existence of spring breeze, there would be no touching story of spring. Spring is the season of missing. I attached my happiness and sadness to the colorful clouds in the blue sky and quietly brought them to you, the teacher by the spring breeze.

15. If there is no spring breeze, spring will lose half its charm.

16. Suddenly, it was midnight in early summer. The wind, through the neon outside the window, through the purple curtains, through my curled-up body, through my heart, blew the love covered with tears in my dream out of bed and broke irretrievably. The wind hugged me tightly with the feeling of being hugged for a long time, which made me addicted, intoxicated and infatuated with the love scattered under the bed. The longing passion is ignited by the wind at this moment.

17. Spring breeze is like a cleaner, sweeping away dust with a magic broom and decorating the city beautifully and cleanly.

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

19. Winter turns to spring, and the spring breeze blows gently, bringing people spring and a warm life. Therefore, since ancient times, poets have a soft spot for the spring breeze, chanting with their wonderful flowers. In the writings of ancient poets in China, the spring breeze is full of spring and color.

20. The spring wind, as gentle as cotton wool, blows across the river in front of my house.

2 1. The spring breeze, like a naughty child, "gently gathers, slowly twists, wipes and picks" the long hair of my shawl, and not only wisps of hair float, but also my happy mood flowing like music.

22. Chunfeng is 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.

23. The spring breeze is like a clever pair of scissors, cutting the mountains and rivers into a new green; Like a talented painter, he painted the earth with color.

24. The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and has a damp smell, but it is a bit like the cotton tidbits on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors. The night wind fluttered on the beach, and the willow trees on the beach danced hard with her tender and oily branches like drunk.

The warm spring breeze is blowing leisurely, like a gentle hand stroking her hair and face.

26. Spring breeze caresses my face like a loving mother's hand. Just like a naughty child, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

27. Spring breeze is soft. Wang Jian of the Southern Dynasties was busy with his own career ... Spring breeze.

28. She is so soft, just like my mother's hand stroking my face. The spring breeze flooded the river, awakened the grass, turned the willow buds green, and brought lively and clever swallows. Under the spring breeze, the blue brocade-like river surface ripples slightly, like a girl's watery blue eyes. ...