Today, it is the beginning of the Spring Festival. The beginning of spring is the beginning of spring, after which everything will recover. The breath of spring is like a long stream of water, from south to north, gradually impregnating the earth. The beginning of spring is the starting point of this flowing water and the source of all vitality.
After the beginning of spring, the east wind blows, the lake water also slowly thaws, and the breeze gently blows across the lake, making slight waves. The fish in the water also poked out of the water and swam around mischievously. The willow tree by the lake, also swaying slightly under the slight caress of the east wind, and the willow hanging down, as soft and flowing as a girl's hair.
The Thousand Buddha Mountains in the distance are gradually glowing with new green. The green is faint and tender, as if the painter used the softest brushstrokes to superimpose layer by layer, gradually appearing. It was a new life, a breath of vitality. In the village at the foot of the mountain in the distance, the smoke rises from the cooking smoke, which is the smell of fireworks in the world and the smell of spring.
The fields are also green. The green is plump, full, and full of life. Farmers are busy, plowing this field of hope. Their faces are full of smiles, which is the expectation of a good autumn harvest and the infinite love of life. The peach blossoms beside the wheat field are in full bloom, and the red is bright and charming. Every peach blossom is like a girl's cheek, delicate and moving.
The song of the birds also spread to every corner with the spring breeze. It is the music of spring, the hymn of life. Swallows flutter their wings and make graceful arcs in the sky. They returned from the south with warm news. The flying gesture seems to be a beautiful poem written by a poet, which makes people yearn for it.
On the streets, in the alleys, people changed into light clothes, their faces were full of smiles, and their steps were brisk. Children fly kites in the square, and the colorful kites are like rainbows against the blue sky and white clouds. The old people sat in the shade of the trees, chatting about their daily routines, and the warm sun shone on their faces.
After the beginning of spring, everything recovers. Every life finds its own rhythm and melody in the warm spring breeze. It was a strength, an indescribable beauty.
Lichun, listening to the call of spring, she awakens the sleeping life, but also awakens the hopes and dreams in people's hearts. Let us feel the beauty and strength of life with our hearts in this beautiful season, and embrace a new spring with love!