Spring came to this world to write.

When was the book buried? It is better to give up and look for spring.

The bonsai on the windowsill has withstood the test of a cold winter and finally stood up under the inspiration of the spring breeze, showing the vitality of life. Pale yellow buds are extracted from the dense thorns of cactus; The glittering and translucent gem flowers also show off their plump and moist petals in the sun, trying to attract my attention.

Outside the window is a vegetable garden, spring comes first, and the nearest one is rape flowers, which show yellow stamens and turn into golden yellow, which is more beautiful against the green leaves. Look, white butterflies are flapping their wings and dancing around cauliflower in pairs. They seem to glance at the flowers, have no patience, and only occasionally stop on the stamens. The bees haven't come yet.

Opposite the vegetable garden is a stream, which ripples into a circle under the encouragement of the spring breeze. You can still vaguely see a shadow of the wind running in the middle stream. That little one is a tadpole! What about the big one? Maybe the newborn carp is learning to swim! There are several winding trees by the stream, and I can't name them. Because its branches are like eight characters, let's call it an eight-claw tree for the time being! From a distance, there are small black spots on the claw tree, oh! That's sparrows singing in winter. Just as my eyes were about to move away, there was a sound "ha ha ha ... ga ga". Looking inside, a group of ducks are playing on the stream, which reminds me of the famous saying "the prophet who warms ducks on the riverside". Such a wonderful spring scene, wouldn't it be a pity if I forgot to describe this "messenger who knows spring"?

Look across the river. So what? There are more varieties of flowers there, including white cauliflower and bright Chinese milk vetch. There are vast tracts of green grass in the field, and dew in the morning is also collected, reflecting the colorful warm sun. Here, there is also a small bamboo hut. Farmers combine work and rest here, enjoying the infinite spring like me.

The farthest is a cascade of mountains. After several spring rains, it has become completely different from winter. There is pink on the mountainside, which is the beginning of peach blossom; The foot of the mountain is green, which is the germination of Sophora japonica.

I don't know when a group of children broke into the field. They took off their bloated coats and ran with kite strings. In the birdsong, spring breeze and sunshine, there is a kite flying in the blue sky, which carries the children's longing and joy for spring.

Spring has come to this world.