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The footsteps of spring always come quietly, and before the sting, the air is filled with a thick cold, accompanied by the rain, and the attachment never leaves. After the sting, she saw the bright sunshine in the early morning, and she took light steps, shook the cold air on her body, and stepped on the resounding notes on the earth. the sleeping earth slowly began to wake up, and in the rain and under the sun, everything began to sprout.
The spring breeze carries the rhyme of poetry and walks and walks, and the sting is like a small river of the season rushing and rippling, waving warmly to the earth . Waves, sparkling and shining; egrets, flying diagonally in the fluttering air. At this time, the working people began to select fine seeds, and after the spring equinox, they sprinkled their hard work and planted hopes. Every seed is a harvest expectation, and happiness will be harvested in the next season.
The mountains of spring wake up in silence and slumber, the gray clothes slowly retreat, put on the green windbreaker, and the flowers will also rush to blend into the spring event. At this time, walking in the mountains, the green is elegant and verdant. There are birds shuttling through the forest, and our laughter echoes through the forest with the birds. When spring comes to the river, the river is clearer and clearer, the breeze blows, the waves ripple, and it turns green in the mountains, she is quiet, tirelessly moistening the earth, and flowing eastward. At this time, when the heart is silent, only the sound of water, will you think of her love like a mother, silent and selfless, no matter how the years go by, no matter how old you are, her love still never stops.
After the sting, the pace of spring is even faster. Spring is in full bloom here, some people are sowing hope for the year, some people are writing new chapters, and some people are imagining the future. When the dry grass begins to be tender and green from the roots, green is always the beginning of hope, and the memory of spring will also begin to date with us.
Reporter: Yang Mingze Typesetting: Zhang Renjie Review: Wang Zhicheng