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Spring has arrived, go to the fields, take a bunch of sunshine, suck a breath; run in the fields, breathe happily, laugh lightly in the flowers, watch the bees play with butterflies. You will find that spring returns to the earth, and everywhere is full of spring feelings.
green
"I don't know who cut the fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors"; a weeping willow is draped with new clothes, shining in the sun, swaying the skirt in the spring wind; like a turquoise brocade, dazzling, and like a green waterfall, rushing endlessly; a breeze sweeps by, the "brocade" sways, and like a stream in the waterfall, the flowing water becomes graceful and colorful, like a young beautiful girl, wearing a long green skirt that drags the ground, and is full of emotion.
The poplar tree was moistened by the drizzle of the spring breeze, and wrapped in a green shirt under the care of the warm sun, and his body became fat, changing the skinny bones of the winter. A cuckoo, flying on the branches of emerald green poplar trees, "grunting" and singing, she is urging people: Spring has arrived, go to the field to sow hope!
The snow in winter has long since melted, the green wheat seedlings are full of vitality under the moisture of ice water and spring rain, and the earth is covered with a turquoise carpet, which is endless. The grass on the side of the road poked out its green head and peeked curiously into the world. "The outside world is wonderful!" He let out a long sigh.
I stood in the endless green space, amazed at the endless greenery of the land.
red
When the epidemic got worse, I stayed at home, and the air was filled with bored tiredness and musty smell. The peonies in the Heze Peony Garden are open again, right? Did that big red peony smile again?
A huge peony opened its smiling face, red like fire, burning on the peony tree, burning the peony tree, burning the peony garden, burning the whole spring; red and brilliant, like the sunset in the western sky at dusk; "Mo Dao Mulberry Yu evening, for the Xia shang full of heaven", the red peony, just like the red xia of the sky, magnificent; "the sunset is infinitely good, the sunset is different red", the red peony, like the light of the sky, gives the old people in the twilight infinite hope. Beautiful! That tree peony red.
I opened my eyes and woke up from my dream, and there was no red peony in front of me, and a beam of light squeezed into the curtain, and the color of blood red was just like the peony red in my dream.
The sun was rising in the east, and it was another spring morning. The fiery red morning sun illuminates the auspicious clouds on the edge of the sky, and in the sky, there are red peonies burning.
yellow
In the late spring, the rape flowers on the eastern outskirts of the county town bloomed vigorously, covering the earth with a goose-yellow duck down quilt. The spring girl sprinkled gold all over the field, the breeze was mixed with the rich aroma of rape flowers, and the fragrant floral fragrance aroused people's reverie infinitely, making people feel relaxed and happy, and people were fascinated by it.
The spring flowers on the side of the road, by the small river, in the park, sprinkled a golden yellow. The spring flowers bloomed in the wind, dazzling and dazzling under the glow of the morning sun; she woke up early from her deep sleep and hurried to decorate the spring light to realize her values and dreams. Although there is no rich and fragrant aroma, it also strives to wander in the spring light, dedicating fiery youth and infinite strength to spring.
I would like to be a golden spring flower that blooms in the spring!
white
"Suddenly like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom"; the white pear blossoms are crowded with pear branches, and the air is filled with the fragrance of sweet pear blossoms. Last night, a spring rain fell, and in the early morning, the pear blossoms brought rain, as if crying. Under the tree, the petals fluttered and fell to the dust; in the tree, the bees and butterflies, the noise was endless. Spring is going to be busy, and the fields are going to be bustling.
I plucked a few pear blossoms, took them home, steamed a pear blossom goose egg, and treated my son for rhinitis—just as my mother had treated me.
I reveled in the red color of spring, the spring spirit made me indulge in it, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers made me nostalgic for it--drunk with burning peach, drunk with the sunset at dusk; drunk on the green field, drunk on the emerald earth; drunk on the little lotus of green, drunk with the willow silk of Yiyi; drunk on the yellow reeds, drunk with the smell of green grass.
About the author: Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province, an insignificant little author. He likes to record the joys and sorrows of life with poetry, and use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world. Knowing that the writing is clumsy, although the top kung fu is done, it is a skill of the end, and I sincerely hope that the teacher and friend will be correct. He is a contracted writer of original Chinese novels, and has written the novella "Auspicious and His Companions", which has millions of words of poetry, prose and novels, which are scattered on various online platforms.
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