People are on the journey, feeling and enjoying life

In spring, everything recovers, flowers and trees grow everywhere. Can really "spring is full of garden can not be closed, a red apricot out of the wall." A spring breeze blew, and the grass danced happily, stretching its arms, bending to the ground, swaying from side to side, like a graceful girl dancing and playing heartily. In spring, the rain is the most common. Like a chattering old man, it sprinkles a trace of colorful language into every corner of the mountain village; It is also like a sentimental zither player, playing a string of tinkling notes that penetrate into every leaf of the tree. I have always wanted to write a poem for spring, but my poem can never tell the secret of spring's vitality