Spring prose composition 600 words

The snow began to melt, and I heard the sound of dripping under the eaves. When the ice and snow melt, spring comes naturally, trees sprout new buds, grass is reborn, insects start to feed, birds start to sing, and the earth in spring is full of vitality.

Spring in the north is always late, and the cold air stands in the upper hand and refuses to leave. The two rows of poplars behind the house still look like winter, but according to the Gregorian calendar, spring has started for a month. It's really worrying.

The minute hand ticks again. The second hand drew a circle and spun confidently in my life. I sit at the window, looking at the melting snow outside, looking forward to the arrival of spring.

Whether you expect it or not, spring will come as scheduled. But is spring necessarily beautiful? Spring itself is beautiful. But for me, I can't predict whether this coming spring is good or bad and what will happen. I have experienced many springs in my life. But I only remember the scene of the revival of everything in spring, and other memories are vague.

In winter, I am making plans for spring. I have a dream, waiting for the arrival of spring and sowing the seeds of hope in time. I am ready to work hard. I hope my dream will come true one day. I think: people who have expectations and dreams are full people, and those who work hard for their dreams are lucky people. Happy people are those who greet spring with joy and expectation. But I also know that spring not only brings me hope, but also needs me to water the seeds of hope with hard sweat. I believe that if you give, you will get something. Even if it is not a bumper harvest, I will face it calmly. What will happen this spring? Only by following the footsteps of time will you know it after personal experience.