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Prose | Wei Hairong: The Spring of Spring

Spring is long

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Prose | Wei Hairong: The Spring of Spring

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Gaotang County First Experimental Primary School Education Group Chunchang Primary School, a young and energetic school, is full of vitality in spring.

The first to greet the spring is the red plum between the two teaching buildings, perhaps the building shelters her from the cold of winter, or perhaps she is not afraid of the spring cold, when people are not willing to take off the cotton clothes, she can't wait to sprout delicate flower bones, like a curious child, quietly looking at the world that has been separated for many days, in the surrounding depression, bringing people a lot of joy. Within a few days, those small bones became more and more eye-catching, and in the distance, a small point of pink and tender tree was seen. It seems to understand everyone's expectations, and with a little effort, the small bone blossoms have become flower buds to be released, bulging and swollen, making people want to touch it and can't bear to touch it. Those few anxious flowers were the first to show a smile, and the velvety petals trembled in the spring wind, like the smile of a little girl. The pale yellow flower buds stretch out in clusters, which skilled craftsman has carefully carved them? Seeing that they attracted people to stop and watch, the other bones could not wait any longer, as if they had grown into a pavilion girl overnight, stretching the hem of their skirts and smiling idyllicly. The flowers of this tree are like a dream, and the wisps of fragrance seem to be nothing, so that the heart becomes soft.

The apricot blossoms also couldn't hold back, scrambling to emerge, the lilac buds on the branches were staggered, she became swollen a little bit, and suddenly bloomed, the purple calyx supported the pale pink petals, the pale yellow flower buds fell on the busy little bees, they laughed heartily, wasn't it the heavenly petite who transformed into the human world? The flowers bloomed more delicately, the color became lighter, and it seemed to add a hint of coldness.

The apricot blossoms over there are competing with each other, and the ziwei flowers here have also come to catch up. In the blink of an eye, she was covered with a thick purple color. Clusters of buds the size of grains of rice are densely packed and layered, unbridled and enthusiastic. A spring flower in the corner, although the posture is slightly thin, but also dedicates the most brilliant yellow to the spring, perhaps she is the favorite darling of the spring girl, so she will give her the most gorgeous yellow in the world. She drove so enthusiastically that it seemed as if she wanted to release all the power she had accumulated for a winter.

The magnolia flowers are late. She was the most patient, and the other flowers laughed in the spring breeze, and she did not hesitate to emerge a small, slightly pointed oval bud with a faint green color. After a few days, the small flower buds grew little by little, the light green turned purple, and the purple was as thick as a day, stirring the heart of the flower lover, hoping, hoping, but she did not understand your impatience, and seemed to stop the pace of growth. Just when you are a little impatient to wait, the bulging buds finally crack a little, and the color at the top is also lighter, which is about to open! However, she still did not panic at all, bulging a little, and then a little more, and slowly opened the small trumpet mouth, and she became fuller and fuller day by day, and the outermost petals bloomed slightly, like a cup full of sweets. At the urging of the spring wind, she finally bloomed, the huge flowers stood proudly on the branches, the elegant purple with some mystery, they unscrupulously vented their beauty, not a little shy, like a butterfly with wings, and a little more noble, like an elegant queen, and a little more agile.

The most beautiful thing is the cute teacher and children. In the classrooms, sometimes passionate, sometimes like babbling water, this is their stage. The flowers are all competing to grow in the spring, how can the children fall behind? The eyes are shining, as if refracting the light of the sun, the tip of the pen rustles, like a silkworm chewing on mulberry leaves, and the upright posture is quietly pulling together. When the sunshine recess arrived, the seedlings came to the playground, and dozens of teams assembled, fast and orderly. Cheerful and powerful running exercise music, uniform steps, loud slogans, this is the unique appearance of teenagers. "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is flooded..." The martial arts exercise of "Thousand Character Text" began, and one move and one style were quite a bit of everyone's style. On the basketball court, dribbling, relay, dunk, jumping, unlimited vitality. The little girl who jumped the rope, the tip of her nose was sweaty, and the jump rope and the climbing number won a round of applause. The boys seemed to be less agile, their movements were slightly exaggerated, and they grabbed the rope and jumped hard, but the rope was wrapped around their legs. But what does that mean? Just be happy.

The flowers that bloom all over the campus, the flowers like teenagers, the begonias, hollys, and willows that sprout new green, and the spring of chunchang primary school, it is not lively!

Prose | Wei Hairong: The Spring of Spring

【Author's Profile】Wei Hairong, a teacher at the First Experimental Primary School in Gaotang County, likes to find tranquility in words and likes to find the touch of the heart in ordinary life.

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