In spring, it is not only the picturesque scenery of spring, it is the starting point of new life, it is exciting, and it is a new sunrise, the dawn of life, giving people strength, rooting and gestating hope. I miss spring, it has a pair of trembled wings, take me to fly, give me strength. Looking forward to the coming of spring, the silk is deeply breathing, sucking the universe, the green is everywhere, the river is flowing, the soul meets, and there is no winter chill. Spring is like poetry, and spring is like a freehand picture, such as the soft wind Buddha face, gently sliding over your fingertips, pure and beautiful. I praise the spring, I feel more spring, I like the wind of the wilderness to blow my hair, pick up the clothes corner, lie in the morning of the forest, listen to the buzzing, the stream, and the spring, like the rain in the wilderness. I drenched my forehead, wet my clothes, rippling in the dusk of the wilderness, listening to the sound of drizzle, and singing.