Spring used to be so beautiful.

Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom. Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom. A refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted many bees, buzzing and dancing.

I like spring, just like a fish can't live without a gurgling river. I love spring, just like a newborn baby stuck in the warm arms of its mother. I've been thinking, can you stay a little longer in spring? Even for a while!

Spring is just my destiny. I was born in spring. Being born in this blooming season is the best thing in my life. Whenever the flowers bloom and the snow melts, my parents are singing birthday songs to me, and the gentle breeze blows across my cheek as if to congratulate me.

In winter, whenever the sunset meets the moon. I will vent my thoughts about spring. I also want to know when you can come in spring. Finally, spring has arrived, and I can't wait to walk to the newly sprouted grass, walking gently and stroking gently, for fear of disturbing the grass that hasn't woken up yet. I sniffed with my nose, smelled Miss Chun's pollen, and looked at the thriving seedlings. You finally came in spring. Do you know how long I've been expecting you? For 275 days. Every day is like a year. Do you know spring?