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In spring, the sunlight breaks through and shatters into bits of golden
fragments. Everything shows a fresh trace. The sky is a deep blue, and the
treetops have already sprouted small green buds, resembling patches of green
mist. The fields are a riot of colors, with pink, white, and yellow flowers
competing to show their beauty to the world. Spring presents itself to us in
such an extreme way.
Along the road, the willow has already sprouted tender green shoots, and the
green leaves are like a girl's charming eyes. Just like a dancing woman,
when the wind blows, she becomes even more graceful.
A spring rain seems to be brewing a chill to "bully" the flowers. The rain
is like mist, like smoke, like silk, and it permeates the world, making
everything seem like a light ink painting, sometimes hidden, sometimes
visible. Beautiful butterflies shrink into the "West Garden" to avoid
getting wet, while migrating swallows busy themselves building nests in the
wet soil. Women in the boudoir wait for their husbands to return, and the
spring rain falls gently, but they don't know how long it has been. The
slender willow leaves and the misty rain make this spring seem more
long-lasting and delicate.
In spring, with the rain and mist, the sun shows its face again. The creek
is painted green, and the seagulls and birds are stained white.
Some say the best part of spring is not the intense fragrance, but the
subtle fragrance of delicate flowers. However, I would say the best part of
spring is in the intense fragrance.
The grass and trees that have been cut down by people have sprouted new
shoots, growing vigorously under the sun, wind, and rain without human
cultivation. The vast green sea, decorated with red, white, yellow, and
purple wildflowers, seems to stretch to the horizon. The rich scent of
pollen and grass carried by the moist breeze penetrates deep into the heart.
Anyone would open their mouth wide and take a deep breath, feeling
intoxicated and refreshed, as if drinking sweet dew.
As Qingming approaches, flowers of all colors bloom in chaos.
May spring stay a while, and return like a fleeting bird.
In late spring, the leaves are lush, and the flowers have faded, with no one
to admire them.
After a night of rain, peach blossoms and willow fluff fly all over the sky.
In the morning, the footpath is covered with a layer of flower petals and
willow fluff.
Spring is like a bird flying across the sky, passing by in a blink of an
eye.
Time flies, and youth cannot be wasted. |
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Spring is a season of renewal and new beginnings. The beauty
of nature is showcased in vibrant colors and delicate textures, from the
blooming flowers to the lush greenery. The delicate balance of rain and
sunshine brings forth the growth of plants and the renewal of life. Even the
simple act of breathing in the fresh, floral scented air can bring about a
sense of joy and rejuvenation. However, spring is fleeting, and we must
cherish it while we can. As the season progresses, we must be mindful not to
waste our precious youth and time. Spring is a reminder to appreciate the
beauty in life and to make the most of every moment. |
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