范文一

spring - it is quite late now, though it was not late to me before at this clock. i should not stay so late i know. when one is getting old,he knows more about life. i think i do. i never felt time passing from me so fast like now. i always belived that the days would be splendid in the future . but i have came to know - it is not certain. i have came to understand what life is. life is to be limited. i can say i dont fear death for i know it is part of nature. once i talked with my friend, i said i could accept death, death of everybody, including myself. i know everyone who is existing in this world now will disappear one day. it is our destiny. how should we face it? cry or smile? looking at the blossom on the trees outside the window,i still remember the flowers falling down last year. did they cry? i didn't ask them so i didn't have answer to this question. i saw the yellow leaves dancing in the air last autumn, i didn't ask if they were sad either. i just saw them flashing in the sunlight, like the good dancers with good rhythm...

spring, i never had strong feeling to spring before last year. some people said spring should be a happy season. but i never sensed that. i always liked the autumn because i thought autumn was a romantic season. i liked summer when i was very young for i loved my skirt with lace.now, i still like autumn and summer,while i like spring and winter. before i disliked the various colors of the flowers,and i thought they are flighty and superficial. i thought only only the blue ocean is deep, the golden autumn is elegant. however, now i have a different idea that i find spring wonderful. i like the blossom in the field and in the moutain. from them i am spirited with life.

spring has come, in every corner of the earth were full of spring.

campus, full of the glad lu like. willow willow out of the thin, top decorated clean the yellowish leaves; grass aroma with a drilling mud out in bunches, a host, nice green flowers are also stretched, played a yawn, unearthed a small head; children all took off their heavy winter clothes, put on another bright light both spring; the birds flew out from the house, singing sweet songs, tell us: spring is coming !

spring is really here, in the pond, the fields, in the sky, glow with vitality everywhere. nature's beauty has become rich together. a clear day, warm in the sun on the body, soft spring breeze brush his face, both warm and comfortable: the rainy day, bursts of spring thunder exploding from time to time, both thrilling and exciting.

　　范文二

Spring is no longer that shy girl in my memory, who came very late, hesitated in the distance, overwhelmed by shyness until I waved to her. Then she would scurry happily nearer, stop feet away, waiting to be hugged. But here and now, she, at the sight of me, grabs my hands and pulls me into her arms before I know what's happening.

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So here I am, a boy accustomed to the drab and dry and dreary spring of the north, devouring the sweetness of a south

It rained days ago and everything glistens with moisture.Trees grow with new leaves of lively light green, not the dull and dusty color of winter. Several cherries are in full blossom now, with flowers clustering and squeezing and squabbling on the twigs. What attract me most are the meadows, the greenish yellow meadows.

Sprawling on the meadows with grasses kissing my face, I can hear the rustling of leaves in the brisk breeze, the whispering and chuckling and bickering of birds, and the trotting, shuffling, tramping of people passing by.

I can smell the refreshing fragrance that pervades the air,fragrance of flowering magnolias and growing grasses and moist soil. I inhale the fresh air as deeply as I can and the aroma in vades my whole being.

Also, I can see the fallen leaves of platanes wafting around like butterflies flying from one flower to another. Once so high above on the treetops enduring the trials of bitter cold and blustering gale, they are so easily torn loose by a warm breeze.Why?