Dai Zilan: I have a date with Spring

Author: Dai Zilan, third class of the fifth grade of Chengdu Experimental Primary School Zhanqi Branch

Instructor: Zhang Yuling

I waited for a whole winter to meet the spring. The seasons change, the years change, unconsciously winter buries the respect for spring, spring wind ten miles, it is coming again.

In the banks of the river where the ice and snow melt, in the park, in a classroom full of students, in the warm courtyard, there is a spring breeze blowing through your face, forehead and finger seams at any time. Ten miles of spring wind blows away the soul of all things in the world, and everything is beautiful and beautiful.

A pot of tea, a pen, a begonia, a leisurely. With a slender finger, pick up the pen on the table, and then reflect the brilliant afternoon spring sun, write a few small poems, bury a few wonderful pens, there is really nothing to do, then go to the lawn behind the house, against the warm sun, lie down, sleep for a few hours, in the dream, find three or two butterflies ...

A river, immeasurable water, a ripple, a few ripples. On the day of the spring wind ten miles, out of the door, go to the river to walk, often see, the one or two children, holding a harpoon, ready to come to a blind plug, the spring breeze blows across the water, the ripples, naturally also appeared, the fish are also frightened, swimming to other places, those children's faces, but also full of regret, blame themselves for not inserting fish earlier, as far as possible to cause others to laugh.

A branch, a few flowers, a part of the water and soil, reproducing the flowers. Spring wind, for those flowers who are still naïve, is a good teacher and friend, adding light makeup to the peach blossoms, painting green branches on the willow trees, awakening the poetry soul in the flowers, the flowers at this time, noble and elegant, walking in the garden, the spring wind is full of faces, the spring wind in the ten miles, all gathered here, not only the flowers, all the plants, it seems that all awakened in an instant, countless buds came out, let the spring girl's charm flow freely...

A pen, a table, a book, all over the world. In the eyes of her, we are still a small grass, need to be nourished by spring wind and rain, and with countless scolding and angry noises, she chooses a wisp of spring wind, with a childish and curious gaze, looking at the peach and plum. The spring wind is ten miles, but now I can't find the spring wind, but I get it, and the peach blossoms are full of forest. I am about ten miles in the spring wind, and the spring wind is ten miles less than you.

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