In early March, when I was awakened from my sleep by the birds, when I walked to the window and listened to the blooming flowers in the garden... I heard that it was the sound of spring, playing the ballet of spring softly!

The wind blows leisurely through the willows, which is the rustling sound of tender willow sprouts. The spring breeze blows across the earth, which is the rustling sound of melting ice rain. The spring thunder shakes the sky, approaching from far away, awakening the sleeping valley, the birds chirping, and the streams

Overflowing, the tinkling sound of spring water rushes into the distance. The seeds in the ground burst out of the ground, making a subtle but firm sound. Plum blossoms bloom on the riverside, and the moss is green. Their heroic appearance constitutes the prelude to spring.

The sun is out and spring is back. The first ones to take off their winter clothes are a group of children. They chase, run, play and enjoy the spring sunshine in parks, fields and villages.

The sun is out, spring is back, it is the warm sunshine brought by Miss Chun, that smiling face, that red sun, every ray of sunshine she emits is like a young mother's hand caressing me.

Of me, how much do I have? I want to go back to her arms and call my mom again!

The spring sunshine combs the earth, awakening the sleeping elves. The sunshine shines on every corner, the spring dead treetops are full of green; the sunshine shines on the lakeside rivers, the fish and shrimps are happy, and the fishing boats sing late. Let the earth be full of life, let the fields

Colorful and colorful, filling people with hope!

Drinking tea under the saponaria tree in front of the door, leisurely and leisurely. The fragrance of saponins permeates the spring day. Everything in the world is empty. Under the sun, there are millions of red dust, full of shadows of the once unfathomable loneliness and elegance. The memory is still fresh.

, reading a book, the past in that time tunnel.

I want to live in spring all the time, and let the power of spring help me be true, kind, and beautiful, like bathing in the spring light, washing my face like the spring rain...

I have always been fascinated by those who are truly smart, kind, loyal, noble and virtuous, learning from them and keeping up with them. I am moved by those who are simple and awe-inspiring, strong and steady. And I always feel that when I meet those who are pretentious and wandering

, people who have experienced many lessons and many setbacks will feel restless. People who have walked through this bumpy road are looking forward to spring!

If the spring sunshine illuminates my soul and washes away my dusty past, then the spring rain is another key to open my heart!

The spring rain squeezed out from the gaps in the white clouds, like a group of innocent and romantic elves, falling from the sky, crackling, and jumping into the embrace of the earth.

She is like a net covering the whole world, always clean and without leaving any dead ends. She is like a fishing rod, filling the entire mountain, not letting go of every target that should be caught, and always

So precise. She is like a piece of paper, marking the weight of every drop of rain, the sound of falling on the leaves, and recording the rhythm of the performance. This is a perfect spring love song!

This spring rain brings out the fragrance of spring flowers, the greenness of the earth, and the rhythm of the growth of all things. I enjoy the gentle joy of the spring rain, and enjoy the thoughts of mountains and rivers separated by the rain.

The spring rain nourishes the earth and nourishes the past. From spring to the mountain village, and then to the mountain village where the spring rain falls. Time flies, as if it was just yesterday. My mother sent us away from the mountains, laughing non-stop. When we came back, she had disappeared.

Looking at the cemetery, tears streamed down my face, and the joy I couldn't find was exhausted in every spring rain.

Why do people always forget the most important people around them when they think about themselves? This kind of hindsight pain will also torture the soul, which will constantly reflect and change itself.

The years I can’t go back and the spring rain I can’t forget, I can only sit quietly in front of my mother’s grave and lament my age. This is also the season of nostalgia. Watered by the spring rain, caught by the rain net, tied by the rain thread,

It becomes one note, that is the "2" note! This is my last choice.

Everything we have is given by nature. When I can't repay, I always try to make up for it, but I don't know, this is a lesson that cannot and will never be made up for. Only by cherishing the life that Mother Earth has given me

, making life meaningful is the real reward.

Life is always bumping into walls, always full of bruises, and too many wounds. If I want to do well, I may not be able to do well. I walk in twists and turns, but I look back empty. Among the helpless choices, there is only one choice.

It is clear, that is to always live in spring.

The rainy season has passed for three days, and overnight, it rained heavily in Pingxiang, Jiangxi. I am a grain of soil on the red soil plateau, lying on the vast land, and I can't help but marvel.

Why do I come so late, I have entered spring, flowers are blooming, spring is full of purple and red, the body of red soil is already spring, but I come so late, I painted the color of rain and white; why do I

I like the color white so much that I was instantly dyed silvery white and turned into a bride in a white wedding dress, dancing on the land of Pingxiang, Jiangxi, extremely enchanting.

The spring rain floats gently, with an apologetic response. The spring in Pingxiang, Jiangxi is particularly brilliant. I floated on the southern plains to my heart's content, and arrived at the southern border overnight. The spring in Pingxiang, Jiangxi cannot be separated from my praise. Although

I am a small rain flower, but I am crystal clear, gathering the brilliance of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple to form a white and transparent rain flower, flawless and pure. There will never be any blemishes or blemishes. I slowly descend on the spring flower

I landed in the corners of the city. The ravines and ravines are like a piece of rain-white drawing paper, covered by mountains and rivers, covered by the earth, never lonely, never barren. I write the most beautiful words and draw the most beautiful pictures. I don't

Do you like the proverb about auspicious rains every year? I am the rain of He Chun, and I am here to describe the bright spring in Pingxiang, Jiangxi.

A spring rain dyed the earth in Pingxiang, Jiangxi white. Kind people have never ignored me. They rushed outdoors, to the Golden Temple, the Western Mountains, the shores of Dianchi Lake, the mountains and dense forests, to fully appreciate my beauty. Even the white rain

The elf seagulls are also dancing in the air, soaring in the air, flapping their wings, shuttled among the flying rain flowers, welcoming me. The happy children hold up my pure white rain flowers, cherish me, for fear that I will turn into pure water in an instant,

Reluctant to leave; the kind old man's brow is covered with my white rain, like Santa Claus in the rain, amiable; my rain flowers are very charming in the silver world.

In the sky, the wind and rain are dancing, like flowers scattered by a goddess, in a mess, raising some chills. The rain is falling all over the sky, disturbing the world and the romantic world. The days of heavy rain make the journey lonely. The bamboo phoenix follows the wind leisurely, and the rain is approaching

Holly. When he raised his head, his eyes were filled with rain flowers. When he lowered his head, his head was filled with white rain. The beautiful scenery of the world was created in the rain.

The white rain flowers seemed to understand and hear people's innermost thoughts. They grew bigger and bigger without hesitation, swaying in the wind, dancing gracefully, pouring all their love into the world and the plateau. The rain accumulated more and more.

Thick, the traffic made way for me; the green pine trees covered my back; the rolling mountains added color to me; the rushing streams froze for me; the beautiful camellias withered for me.

The earth seems to understand my love and allows me to talk about it at all costs. Expand my mind and embrace me. Because I am the messenger of spring, the messenger of spring, and the horn of spring. All life on the earth is watered and nourished by me,

Absorb enough nutrients from me and wait for the affectionate bloom of spring.

On a rainy night, leaning against the door and listening to the rain fall is your leisure time. Hold your breath and listen. Listen to the sound of the rain to welcome spring, and listen to the breathing of winter seeds in the soil. The rain welcomes spring, and rain is good.

Years. After waiting all winter, life rises in the rain. My heart is like a seed, waiting in the wind and rain, waiting for spring to sprout.
Chapter completed!