Blackboard newspaper with the theme of spring

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Photo selection of the theme blackboard newspaper in spring 2002

Photo selection of blackboard newspaper with the theme of spring 03 Spring has come to composition.

Flowers bloom and fall, another season. With the melting of ice and snow, what about running water? Whoosh That voice, spring girl is driving the drizzle of spring breeze.

The sky is clean and transparent, the earth is green and red, the river is crystal clear, and everything is full of vitality and spring. Walking into the park, a breeze blew against my face, mixed with the fragrance of spring soil. Looking up, colorful kites are flying in the sky, scrambling to fly to the sky. Birds flew past them, as if laughing at them for not flying high. White clouds have also become whiter, like a mass of cotton. Seen from a distance, the whole park is full of all kinds of colors. When you close your eyes, the nose smells of flowers such as winter jasmine and azaleas, which makes people feel happy. The grass sends out green buds, the breeze greets it, and it nods. By the river, Miss Liu has long vertical hair, showing her beautiful figure. Swallows skimmed the river and flew away.

Time flies, and spring has come. Reminds me of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" and cherishes the good times in front of me. As the saying goes? A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning? As a student, cherish time and study hard.

My spring has come. Composition.

My cough will be over in ten days, and my spring is coming.

Cough seems to be in a trance these days, and time seems to pass too slowly. I am immersed in the atmosphere of coughing every day and almost forget my usual happy life.

I remember that year, my cough was very serious. You, sitting beside me every day, gave me the centipede pills your aunt brought back from Thailand, saying that it was really uncomfortable to look at me like this, and you took too much care of me during that time.

This year is also spring. You and I haven't seen each other for a long time. My spring came, but you didn't.

Looking at the bare tree at the door the other day, it didn't take long to grow green buds. Today, Ye Sheng is thriving. Spring is getting closer and closer, and I'm leaving. Summer will come soon. People come and go at the door, day after day, and they live in various ways.

On the last day of March, the sun was just right and I was fine.

A poem says:? Peach blossoms in March, light rain and south wind dreams. ?

My spring has come, and the dream loaded in my heart is about to leave. I have been looking for a dream for three years, in which peach blossoms are in full bloom and your intoxicating smile.