Spring is coming. Spring girl is wearing a green dress, stepping on a green car, singing happy songs and dancing happily
It waved the green flag and pointed to the stream. The stream immediately took off its ice clothes. Before the ice clothes melted completely, the stream happily sang the green song, jumped down the mountain stream, crossed the hillock, joined the river and ran to the sea.
The spring girl pointed the green flag at the forest again. The poplar quickly danced and took off her winter clothes, spitting out the Yellow willow buds like a chicken just pecking at the eggshell.
On the wet ground. Spring girl wakes up the sleeping grass. No matter where my footprints go, where can I see that the grass with strong vitality grows up hard. This reminds me of a poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of Tang Dynasty, that is, one year old and one year old is withered. The wildfire is endless, and the spring wind blows again.
Climb up the hill of Longquan Lake and look out. All the trees under the mountain also spit out sharp buds, waiting for the instruction of spring girl, and then they will grow up.
In the field, the wheat seedlings have opened the snow quilt, which is green. Green light, green bright.
Ah, charming spring, spring is green, spring is colorful, gorgeous and colorful.