Springiscoming。Awarmbreezesweptpastme,asifinabath,andasifenjoying。Therearealwaysafewbirdsonthebranch,giggling。Tothesunny,withgreenlikebuds。Lookedtothedistanttrees,thousandbranchesarestackedPicuicanbebeautifulscene!ButsinceIcametothecity,Ihaveneverseenthisscene,neversmelledthefreshgrasssmell。It39;salwaysherealltheyearround。Everyday,allthosetallbuildingsandcarsontheroadarecomingup。Fortunately,thewindisunconstrained,anditstruequalitiesremain。 Theskyisclearandthesunisshining。Springgirltanalleyesnarrowedtothe。Thenewleavesaregreen,thefieldmistofsmoke,likeherclothes。Withthepaceofherspring,thegreengrassspearedout,almosttothetopofthefoottostandout。Leavethespringbreezemerrily,springbreezeandthensheappeared,suchasfinehairs,anddownfromheaven。Herarrivalmadepeopleveryhappy。Springrainlikemillionlines,theearthclosegrainedsuture,hittheground,splashesablossomingbeautifulsplash。Timingwheel。Autumnisover。Winterisover。Thespiritofspringsoreadily。Swarmsofbeesandbutterfliestodance,birdsbegantosing,miscellaneousflowerswrapinthetreetops。Chlorinefluorideofthesouth,andnowhasbeenloadedwithastrongvitalityofthehair。 Climbaterracedfields,theshuttleinthegoldenyellowrapeflowers。Almostallkindsofrapeintheground,lookinground,alarge,large,fullofgolden。Theterraceislayered,thegoldenyellowflowersofrapeisnaturallylayered。Occasionally,acoupleofmothsflyintheskyabovetherapeflowers,dancinginthewind。Althoughthereisnobutterflybutalsoriotouswithcolour,veryprettyandcharmingfigure,bringalotoffunfortheflowers。Becausetheflowersareverydense,myheadisontheedgeofalotofcauliflowerpetals,thebagalsotoucheduponthecauliflowerpowder,white,remindsmeofHuaXianziinthelegend,Isuddenlyfeltalotoflightfootsteps。。。。。。 Thereisabreeze,naturallythereisrushingofthewater,asthesayinggoes,coolbreezeflowingwaterwell。Walkinthefaceofthemountainstreamfromtoptobottom,fromtimetotimebysplashedwater。Well!Thewatersplashiscrystalclear,andthereisatraceofcoolnessonit。Butitstillfeelscomfortable!Ilaydownandtriedtowashmyfacewithaclearspring。ButIstopped,andIsawagreenleaffloatinginthewater。Afewnaughtylittlefish,Idonotknowwhatisshy,orwhat,hiddenundertheleaves,playwithit。Moreinterestingly,thereareseveralantleaves,presumablyfromclimbingatreetotheleaves!Hesatontheleaves,danced,carriedleaves,andwentwiththetide。Inthefaceofthescene,mysleeves,silentandsoundlessgroundtowalk,donottakeawayadropofwater,Idon39;twanttowakeupthesilentbeautyofspringmountain。