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Selling hemp balls, selling hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart. However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder children are so willing to eat. No wonder I bring a pleasant hemp ball back every day.

Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...

Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!

My dad.

I get a headache when I mention my father. Don't be like a melon in front of outsiders ... I can't say a word for a long time, but I can keep his words for me. As soon as he saw me, he took pains to say something-I think he really should be an orator-and I have to listen to his teachings every day to warn the world. Dad's teaching level is really flattering. Repeat a few words: study hard, don't be playful, and behave like a girl. Sometimes when I am tired of listening, I will cover my ears and protest loudly: "I see! Got it! Got it! Can you talk less? Nobody treats you as a mute. " Every time he listened to my protest, instead of being angry, he spoke more vigorously, which really didn't help him. Last semester's final exam, I failed the math exam because of carelessness. On the day I received my report card, I left school with a heavy heart. The school is not far from home. I got home in five minutes on weekdays, but I walked for more than ten minutes that day. It feels like a century has passed. I'm afraid of my father, his stubborn mouth and his endless political lessons. When I got home, I just walked in the door and didn't see him. I heard his voice first: "Quiet, how was the exam this time?" There is concern and hope in words. "Not so good," I replied timidly with my head down. "I tell you every day that I should read more books and do more topics at ordinary times. Sharpening a knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter. But what about you? "My heart is full of fear and regret. I dare not look at his face. I know his face is full of anger and disappointment at the moment. Why have I never tried? Isn't it eleven or twelve o'clock every day? I bowed my head and wept silently, and didn't catch what he was saying at all. I don't know how long it took, but my father was thirsty and finally stopped talking. I looked up at the clock on the wall. Dad talked for an hour. Alas, it's hard luck! At noon, when I picked up the bowl chopsticks and prepared to eat, I found that my father seemed to have something to say again, saying, "Dad, the noon news is coming-news programs are my father's favorite." Hearing this, my father made two steps in three steps, quickly walked to the front of the TV, turned on the TV, and cared about his international and domestic events. That was close. I escaped again. After lunch, I went to my classmates' house to play under the guise of "learning". However, as soon as I got home at night, my father gave me another political lesson. It's really terrible to hold it for a long time. That string of words kept "shooting" like a machine gun, which made my left and right ears "nervous deafness". In order to avoid more serious consequences, I rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door, lay on the bed, put on headphones, and listened to Adu's new disc. No matter whether my father was furious or heartbroken outside, he just wouldn't open the door. The next morning, before my father got up, I went to cram school with my schoolbag on my back. My father signed me up, and I was reluctant, but in order to avoid the recurrence of otitis media, I had to bite the bullet and sign up. As soon as I went out, my heart was filled with joy, and I was "turned over and liberated"-this time my father didn't have a chance to give me a political lesson. What a wonderful time! As the saying goes, "it is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse cannot be avoided." When I got home at noon, my father ruined my happy mood all morning. Just entering the door, before having a drink, I heard my father ask, "What did you learn today? How did you learn it? You got it? Learning takes a long time, and learning is not a day's work. It takes a long time to make it clear day by day. Did the teacher assign homework today? " Oh, my God! The political lesson has started again. 365 days a year, every day, my father is really hard, poor bear the wind. Looking at the wrinkles around my dad's eyes, I secretly vowed that I would study hard in the future, strive for excellent results, and let my dad have a rest after years of hard work, because I love my "political" dad.

I never understood why China people prefer plum blossom among all the flowers. Is it because of its beauty? Yes, it's really beautiful: blossoming Leng Yan, lingering fragrance, narcissism and purity. Like a proud swan in the snow. A little red in a thousand whites. Open dazzling and arrogant; Is it because of its unique beauty? Yes, its beauty is really different. Its beauty, compared with delicate peony, gorgeous rose and delicate lotus, has a unique flavor. Yes, even though it is not as fragrant as jasmine, as beautiful as chrysanthemum and as beautiful as peach blossom, it is really beautiful, and its beauty blooms in the snow. Drive where no one can see you. So when people appreciate the beauty of flowers, they go out and see this proud red plum. Who can't fall for it? Who can not be conquered by it? Who can not be attracted by its unique beauty? Is it because of its beautiful spirit? Yes, China people love plum blossom, which is the spirit of loving plum blossom and the spirit of loving plum blossom. Love is "there are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers." Love is "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among them." Love it, not afraid of difficulties, standing silently and proudly. Love its selfless dedication behind the scenes. Love is the plum blossom spirit with soul, backbone and personality. The reason why Meihua ranks first among the "Four Gentlemen" is precisely because of this spirit of pride and modesty and optimism!

People in China like plum blossoms, because red berries and people in China have the same spirit. It has the spirit of "Joe does not fight for spring, but only reports spring". That damn plum blossom is beautiful. It dares to fight with the wind and snow, and feels the fight with the wind and rain. She is the messenger of the spring girl, who is not afraid of the bullying of the winter girl and proudly sows the fragrance and seeds of spring. When the earth finally welcomed the girl in late spring, she quietly disappeared and turned into the soil under her feet, leaving only a touch of fragrance rippling between heaven and earth. See a hundred flowers blossom, listen to a hundred birds sing together, see spring all over the earth, and leave happily. Therefore, "falling in love is a heartless thing. See you next winter." Its life is like a piece of music full of joy and sadness, from flying snowflakes to colorful flowers.

Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they leave beauty to a white and flawless world; Plum blossom fragrance, who knows the hardships of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold"; Although plum blossoms are beautiful, "beauty does not strive for spring, but only reports spring." Plum blossom, proud of first frost, fearless of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It tried its best and died. In exchange for a touch of red, spring is everywhere! I like that white chrysanthemum best. Its flowers are pure as bowls, carved like white marble, floating like clouds, graceful and slightly bowed, like a shy little girl; Small and exquisite, fresh and handsome pot of red chrysanthemum, slightly on his back, a smug look. ...

Chrysanthemum has its own special beauty, although it is not as fragrant as jasmine and eye-catching as roses. It is beautiful, not only in appearance, but also in its professionalism. His petals can be made into tea, which has pleasant fragrance and medicinal value.

I like the upright character of chrysanthemum, praise its fearlessness to the cold, and appreciate its spirit of blooming against the wind and snow. Dare to blossom, dare to fight the wind and frost, its courage impressed me.

Chrysanthemum has been praised by poets since ancient times. Qu Yuan, a patriotic poet in the Warring States Period, wrote in Lisao: "Drink Mulan in the morning and eat autumn chrysanthemum in western food." Tao Yuanming's poem in Jin Dynasty: "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Lu You's poem in Song Dynasty: "Chrysanthemum is like a human being, and it is an independent ice cream. ..... one after another, look at the yellow branches. High emotions are quiet, and the big festival is strict. "

How beautiful these chrysanthemums are! I love the elegant chrysanthemum, and I love its indomitable spirit even more.

There are two pagoda-shaped flower stands and three layers of chrysanthemums in the middle of the hall, which are wonderful and changeable, making people dizzying. There are countless small hands stretching out petals like Guanyin, with petals that are short at the top and long at the bottom, crab chrysanthemums with claws like crabs, and purple hydrangeas like small balls ... The most pleasing thing is small crystals, which are small, white and as transparent as crystals. Green Peony is my first time to watch it. It's as green as jasper. The petals of "Yipin Huang" are golden in color, plump and pleasing to the eye. "Shy" slender petals hang together, really like a little girl who did something wrong with her head down. There are also famous chrysanthemums such as "Purple Gas Coming from the East", "Sunset" and "Blooming at the Beginning", which make people linger.

This chrysanthemum gushed out from a flower stand more than one person's height, shining with brilliant bright spots, and fell all the way to the ground, like a gorgeous and moving phoenix tail, a long skirt shining with stage lights, a waterfall-a quiet, quiet and fragrant waterfall, unrestrained, as if children's washed hair hung down at will. Those slender branches full of flowers, dotted with chaos, have a taste of mountains and forests and game; In the world of flowers, only anemone has such a strange realm. Tolerance is also a kind of beauty

Tolerance is the supreme virtue in people's lives. It is not surprising that everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses. In reality, everyone will have disappointments or failures, and what should you do when you face these difficulties and try to overcome them? Tolerance is a vast sea, which contains everything and can also resolve everything. Therefore, life needs tolerance, and she is a silent education.

To be tolerant of yourself is to work and live calmly. Only tolerant people's beliefs are more real. This mood should be enriched in his good works. Therefore, the greatness of tolerance lies in his heart, and true tolerance is always sincere and natural. Tolerance is a wise way to deal with the world. Suffering is a blessing, ignoring misunderstandings is a broad-minded and sincere attitude. It makes us realize that we are understood by others and others deserve our tolerance.

It is not weakness to tolerate others everywhere, but the art of treating others. Being kind to others is being kind to yourself. If you can't get along with others, you can't get along with yourself. Only by looking at life with a tolerant heart and understanding others, can you get a relaxed and comfortable life, live in joy and friendship, have less regrets and depression in your heart, and build a strong me in your heart. As long as you are truly tolerant, you will learn from the strengths of others and make up for your own shortcomings, and you will get a blue sky and smile at life.

As the saying goes, no one is perfect. You should know that people are not a one-way street. In this world, although people are walking their own way of life, they will inevitably collide with each other. In life, we will inevitably have frictions and contradictions with people. In fact, these are not terrible. The terrible thing is that we often don't want to resolve them, but let them escalate and make things out of control. This requires us to learn tolerance and understanding. Sincerely write a smile on your face and say sorry more. In fact, this is a kind of beauty. When we treat each other with a sincere and pure heart, the other party will certainly not be insensitive, so as to build a bridge of communication between heart and heart. Since then, we have also been treated leniently and achieved happiness.

Tolerance is a kind of beauty. When you do this, you are the embodiment of beauty. Whether a person can treat everything around him with an inclusive attitude is the embodiment of a person's quality and cultivation. Most people want to get the tolerance and understanding of others, but they can't do this because they always regard other people's shortcomings and mistakes as annoyance and resentment. As the saying goes, "the widest ocean in the world, the sky wider than the ocean, and the human mind wider than the sky."

The sky contains clouds, so it is attractive; Life is tolerant and regrettable, and we have a future. All this makes us happy, harmonious and successful, which is a colorful portrayal of a person's life. When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming; When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.

So, I started walking in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.

So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.

This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty. The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, which can only be vaguely felt. It is like a gentle world, shrouded in it, like a dreamlike dream. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind" Listening to the splash under your feet and touching the soft rain is really a rare comfort and leisure.

Spring in March is the breeding season, and everything is in the bud. The wicker swayed gently, and the tip of the wicker touched the water slightly, causing general ripples. "Poplar smoke is lighter than that in Han Xiao", willows curl up, and endless light green is everywhere, feeling the refreshing gentle touch. I believe that at the end of spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching beauty!

Spring has come, and the willows are falling and green as the sea. In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the silk tapestries blow on the embankment, filled with warm breath everywhere, playing a harmonious melody and interpreting a moving picture! Spring has come, and the things in March are silent and audible. In the singing of orioles, in the budding spring flowers, in the lingering spring rain silk, and in the fluttering wicker, spring is calling everywhere! Wandering in the warm wind of March, strolling in the small garden, enjoying yourself, spring is coming.

The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.

The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?

Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes are flying freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring?

However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.

I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?

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Spring is like an alarm clock, awakening the sleeping grass and adding a color to nature. Spring is like a painting. It collects the colors of nature and makes the flowers compete in the painting. Spring is like a magician. It becomes a flying bird and gives it to the sky as a gift. Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. Spring is like an industrious gardener, taking good care of flowers and plants and making them thrive. Spring is like a painter, waving a brush heartily and dressing up every corner of the motherland. Spring is like a painter, making the earth colorful and full of vitality. Spring is like a writer, and his articles are full of poetry and painting, which is memorable. ...

The river that was imprisoned for a winter began to flow happily again. In spring, the grass just sticking out of the ground will dance with it in the spring breeze. Beautiful and bright peach blossoms are blooming, and the peach blossoms on the branches are brighter every day. The peach blossoms that opened early withered, and then floated gently in the air and whirled on the river. The sound of water is getting louder and louder every day. She wants to flow into fields and wheat fields and make her own contribution. The unimpeded waves are dancing happily in the spring breeze. At this time, Shuibo also came to watch the fun. It flows freely on both sides of the spray, then flows to the front of the spray, and accidentally falls behind the spray, as if in a race. Winter passed, Spring Girl came, the ice on the river melted, the river began to flow, and the fish in the river stuck their heads out, jumping on the water, and sticking their heads out from time to time to spit a few bubbles.

Miss Chun came to the river. She laid a furry green carpet on the bare river bank. In the middle of the green carpet, there are several flowers that are about to bloom, like the outstretched hands of a baby, greeting us. Rows of willows on both sides of the river bank have grown green branches and buds. Sister Liu danced with long branches and floated into the river, as if shaking hands with a small fish! Some cuckoos and magpies are jumping on the branches, singing crisp and tactful songs. There are some pine trees next to Sister Liu. The fruit on the pine tree is missing. Maybe it was picked by a little squirrel in winter!

On the shore, the children put their beloved kites in the sky, and a colorful cloth immediately appeared in the sky, which was very lively. Golden "little bee", with two green wings, seems to fly around among flowers; The bright red "big goldfish" wagged its tail like swimming in the water; And that delicate "little satellite", shining with golden light, seems to fly in the universe. People walking along the coast were dazzled by the scenery before them.

How beautiful spring is! It awakens hibernating animals; Melted the snow; Dyed the river bank green, it sang cheerful songs, flowed far away, and brought the breath of spring to further places. I love spring!

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Spring, bright spring and mild spring have come back and come to my side again. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream I wandered among the trees, looking for charming spring scenery.

I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. Follow the mountain upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green, refreshing and inexhaustible, represents the color of life and nature. After a winter, the long-lost green has regained its freshness and brightness. Cicada stopped in the forest and asked, catching up with me. Singing "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, I am thinking about the happiness of summer. Among them, there is no lack of harmony in birdsong, which makes people never tire of hearing it.

I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! What you step on is the soil of spring, which is full of the meaning of spring and becomes moist and energetic. There is a clear spring flowing in the valley. It keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. For example, drinking old wine that has been cellared for many years will make me slightly drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be that mountain, the mountain god in charge of the castle peak. I always feel a little proud when I think about it. The water flows downwards, the mountain grows higher, and I, like a mountain, keep going up. The hillside of nearly 90 degrees failed to let me slide down the deep valley; This sly old tree didn't trip me. Although the knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But that's all for the struggle and sacrifice. Conquer yourself, conquer nature. Keep your eyes on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing!

In summer, heavy rain rages; Autumn is full of yellow leaves; In winter, snow as white as goose feathers is raging one after another. Only spring, the most incredible spring, like a raging flame, stirs up an eternal miracle of life, which is fascinating and dazzling. _ _ _ _ _ Inscription

In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring. I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would blow across the embankment, her thousand trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain.

Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face."

Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline."

In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."

In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "

Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring has gone, call him back and live with him. "

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When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.

New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.

So, I started walking in spring.

Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.

Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.

So, I began to wander in spring.

Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.