Cold dissipates; early spring turns green. Warm breezes spread the news, and people's faces light up with joy. Spring approaches you quietly, unnoticed. Gentle spring winds caress, and all things sprout. I miss everything about spring—spring is the lingering rain that softly awakens the buds of life; spring is the breeze that melts ice and blooms a hundred flowers...
Where is spring? In the first breeze, in the first blossom, in the first ray of sunlight...
In the square, children fly kites, releasing their hopes for spring along with them. In the fields, farmers busily weed and fertilize, their laughter echoing overhead—spring must surely bloom in their hearts.In factories, machines hum as workers diligently forge their Chinese Dream; on campuses, children study hard, for they carry dreams of flight within their hearts...
In the spring breeze, tender willows form curtains, while peach, apricot, and pear blossoms burst forth, bees and butterflies dancing among the flowers.
Early spring ducks eagerly dive into the water to play, while willow flutes by the shore play the melody of spring...
More birds fill the trees, their songs growing clearer. By the ponds, frogs croak in waves, their crisp voices mingling with breezes and streams, blending with the fragrance of a hundred flowers as they rise together in the air...
A flower blooms within my heart too.