Meet with spring and go to a feast of yearsWhen the east wind warms up, the ice and snow melt, the earth quietly changes into new clothes, and spring is inviting all of us to a feast of years.
In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and sprinkles on the head of the bed, warm and soft. I got up lightly and pushed open the window, and a breath of fresh air came to my face, with the scent of earth and the fragrance of flowers. It was the smell of spring, fresh and intoxicating.
Get out of the house and wander the streets of spring. The trees on both sides of the street have pulled out their tender green branches, and colorful flowers are blooming on the branches, and passers-by have stopped to watch and take pictures, as if they want to freeze this beautiful moment forever.
Coming to the park, it's a different scene. The surface of the lake is sparkling, and the fish swim freely in the water. Children run and play in the grass, while the old people sit in the shade of the trees and play chess and chat. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, and it was the joy and happiness that spring brought to people.
Find a quiet place to sit, close your eyes, and quietly feel the beauty of spring. The breeze gently blows on the cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness, but also taking away the worries and sorrows in the heart. I seem to hear the sound of spring, which gently tells the story of the years, those stories about growth, about love, about friendship.
This feast of years is so wonderful and short. I know that spring will soon pass, but those good memories will remain in my heart forever. I will treasure them and become the most valuable treasure in my life's journey.
Meet with spring and go to a feast of yearsLet us cherish the arrival of every spring and feel its beauty and warmth with our hearts. Let us leave our footprints in the long river of years, and let those good memories become our eternal memories.
When the sun went down, I reluctantly left the park. But I know that maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, every spring, every spring day, I will come again to this feast of years. Because that's my promise with spring, a promise that will never change.