Essay Spring Story 500 Words Just start with

The spring wind, soft and warm, swept over the willow trees by the embankment, brushed the sparkling lake, and blew away the wild flowers on the ground. As if inadvertently, the wind has blown our smiles, swaying lightly in the gap between the branches, and talking lightly about the past of last year.

In the dark, I pushed open the small crack in the door and walked towards the spring of my dreams.

The warm sunlight made me unable to open my eyes for a moment. At the close of the pupil, a ray of sunlight penetrates, and a figure seems to be shaking in front of him. I tried to see her face clearly, but I saw her figure on the rickety swing and was swept away by the wind in an instant, leaving only Luoying in the ground, telling the story of the past spring, but there was no more memory.

Finally, I got used to the light, so I opened my eyes to see everything in the world and pricked up my ears to hear everything in the outside world.

The slender stems of the roses beside the wall had already bloomed petite flowers, clusters of pink were very cute, and the green leaves of all sizes were as transparent as jade but deep, but last year it was only an inconspicuous seedling. The vines that climbed the railings spat out verdant shoots and stretched their branches in the gentle sunlight, and then I could hear the sound of dew falling from the tips of its buds, and then shattering like fragile glass on the ground.

Walking through the path planted with begonias and cherry blossoms, you can smell the smell of spring and spring, and it is so sweet. The birds on the branches are hidden in the sea of flowers, singing spring songs, clear and bright like nursery rhymes. The wind flew silently into the distance with the petals of the flowers, leaving only a faint glow in the direction of sunset.

I listened to the familiar song "Sakura" in my headphones, and walked to the old station platform in the small sunlight. In the humid and floral air, I will board a train to spring. On the endless tracks, I could hear the sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails, which was nostalgically rough and squeaky to tell me stories of spring.

The story of spring.

After a busy week, I woke up early on Saturday to feel the growth of all life quietly and gently. The four-season osmanthus in front of the dormitory building is filled with dark fragrance. The old banyan tree at the school gate is lush and upright, as strong as it has been for a hundred years.

got on the bus, but there was no place, fortunately it was not too crowded, and it was good to choose a window to stand on. At this time, the car was about to start, and suddenly braked, and an old woman struggled to get into the car with difficulty holding on to the handrail with one hand and the door with the other.

Like many old people, the hair dye on the heel of the grandmother faded, and the black and white color was particularly eye-catching. The sideburns are pinned with red strings, revealing golden hairpins. The old man's face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were kind.

The old man carefully put away his senior travel card, then slowly turned around and walked towards the carriage. At this time, a middle-aged man and a student in a school uniform stood up at the same time.

The eyes of the whole car gathered on them.

You sit. The middle-aged man said to the old man in the local dialect.

The old man turned to the student and said, "Sit, sit, thank you, child!" The old man waved his hand gently and motioned for the students to sit down, and a gold tooth was exposed.

It's okay, I'll be there in a moment, you can sit down! The old man said to the middle-aged man again.

At this time, the bus arrived at another stop, and although the old man was holding on to the handrail with both hands, he was still unable to stand firmly. The middle-aged man grabbed the old man, "Sit down, you stand firm!" The old man smiled and sat down obediently, thanking him repeatedly.

The middle-aged man just smiled and continued to look up at the road ahead.

Outside the car window, the green trees stretched, and when the car passed by, it seemed to splash a cart of grass green. There was a little bird that quickly brushed the car, and seemed to want to convey the news of spring to everyone in the car.

I suddenly remembered a famous quote from Mother Teresa: If you do a good deed today, people will often forget it tomorrow, and you will do it anyway! A pure heart, able to give freely, free to love, then he is a happy person.

Yes, others may not remember doing good deeds, but if you can give and love freely like Mother Teresa, isn't you a happy person? The author of "Love Has No End" Yu Mao said well: "Love is endless--- a small good thought, like a dandelion seed in the wind, you don't know that it will fall on the **, grow and bloom, fly again, and take root in ......the ground."The white and vast flying flotsam of love, across the ravine, through the sea, unconsciously gentle, the whole world.

The smile on the old man's face told me that she felt very happy. The middle-aged man and the student did not skimp on his love and kindness--- even though they just gave up a seat, they were happy!

Bow to good thoughts, open the door of life with the key of love, and the story of spring will be like a myth full of miracles.

A public service announcement on TVB on the bus sounded: "Did you give up your seat today?" ”

Everyone's eyes were mixed with temperature, and they invariably gathered somewhere again to ......