Chapter 97 spring

spring Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and the steps of spring are approaching. Everything looked like she had just woken up, and Xinxin opened her eyes.The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing. The grass secretly drilled out of the soil, tender and green.In the garden, in the field, look, a large area is full of it.Sitting, lying down, rolling twice, kicking a few balls, running a few times, catching and hiding a few times.The wind is light and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don’t let me, I don’t let you, they are all full of flowers.The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow.There is sweetness in the flower, closed one's eyes, the tree seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears!Under the flower becomes thousand tenths hundred honeybees humming sound to make, the size butterfly flies round.The wild flower is everywhere: Various, has the name, does not have the name, disperses in the thick patch of grass, looks like the eye, looks like the star, winks winks.

"Blowing the face is not cold willow wind", not bad, like a mother's hand stroking you.The wind brings the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all of which are brewing in the slightly moist air.The birds set their nests among the flowers and leaves, cheered up, showed off their crisp throats, and sang melodious tunes, echoing the breeze and flowing water.The shepherd boy's piccolo on the back of the cow is also playing loudly all day long at this time. Rain is the most common, it lasts for three or two days at a time.Don't be upset, look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and the roof of the house is covered with a thin layer of smoke.The leaves of the trees are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it hurts your eyes.In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little bit of yellow halo light set off a quiet and peaceful night.Going to the countryside, on small roads, beside stone bridges, people walking slowly with umbrellas; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing straw hats and hats.Their thatched huts are sparse and silent in the rain.

There are more and more kites in the sky, and there are more children on the ground.In the city and in the countryside, every household, old and young, they all came out one by one, as if they were in a hurry.Shu Huo Shuhuo the live physique, rouses pulls oneself together, each does an each matter to go. "A year's plan lies in spring"; at the beginning, some are time and some are hope. Spring is like a baby that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling, walking. Spring is like a robust young man with iron arms, waist and feet, and he leads us forward.

(Originally published in the July 1933 edition of the first volume of "Junior Middle School Chinese Readers" edited by Zhu Wenshu)