Grandpa left, winter spring sister with lightsome pace, quietly came to the earth.
The earth all things recovery, the language of flowers, showing a faction vibrant look.
Today, you see, the swallows fly freely in the sky. Poplar like a stick to the frontier guard, through the cold winter, is still strong to stand there. Today, they take out new branches, buds grow rice. The wicker on the Banks of the river, like a girl's hair, floating in the spring breeze.
Spring breeze gently blowing the earth, the grass quietly leaned out from the ground up needlepoint, small head and also against the water from the point of dew of fluff, in the backdrop of the sun, like a flash of mercury.
The spring wind is gentle, blow on the face, is so comfortable, so happy, like a mother's hand touch on the face.
In the sky, how is the colorful, make a person dazzling? Ah, the original children in the kite. Under the blue sky white clouds, all kinds of kites in floating freely, flying, how make the person find the scenery pleasing to both the sight!
In spring, let us seize this brief in the spring, do every thing!