A short sentence describing the scenery in spring

1, spring has come, flowers are blooming, the grass is green, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere.

2. Where is spring? Spring is on the green lawn. Around the lawn, there are bundles of dwarfs that have been around for thousands of years. Some are bright green, some are dazzling green, and some are black green. The Millennium Dwarf is a piece of green grass, look! Grass crawled out of the ground and looked around. Oh, it's spring.

Spring has come, and we are looking for it. Where is spring? Flowers are blooming, birds are contending, and the grass sticks out its head slightly to see the surrounding scenery.

The colors in spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the ground is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow. No wonder poets love to sing about spring, and painters love to paint it, because spring is a smooth understanding of all the good things in the world.

In this spring, there are two pear trees at home, and everyone loves them. Flowers are blooming, high and low, covered with flawless plowshares, just like a rolling Bai Xueshan, which is beautiful. Another pear tree is different, although there is no one around.

6. Spring has come, and it has come with light steps. When the sun comes out, the grass on the roadside is more vibrant. They are no longer dry khaki, but gradually turn pale green.

7. Spring is coming! You see, colorful flowers are blooming, awakening lovely grass, trees, birds, animals, insects and fish from the cold winter and bringing the earth back to life. Those wild flowers twinkle like little stars.

8. Where is spring? In the peach blossom forest in spring. As soon as I stepped into the peach blossom forest, there was a faint aroma. The grass on the grass is lazy. They get up lazily.

9. In spring, the wind blowing through the green leaves becomes particularly gentle, the sunshine becomes warm, and the green leaves hold up the delicate flower bones.

10, spring is coming, and the spring breeze tickles the armpits of flowers, making them smile.