Write an essay of no less than 500 words on the topic of Reading You Feel Like Spring .

Although it was spring, the air was still soaked with a hint of cold, and I was like being in the spring of a hundred flowers.

Reading you feels like spring, is the snail crawling through the strong, gently carrying my attachment to the future, unfettered, natural.

The rain in early spring has always been mixed with some sadness and cold. I only felt like wet smoke, enveloping my heart, which made people feel melancholy, and the pedestrians on the buildings in the distance also became a somewhat vague outline.

Walking on the path of "rain hitting pear blossoms deep closed", stepping on the new green leaves and the first pink flowers, suddenly, my confused eyes fixed on a snail. Disdainful in my heart, what is the fun of a snail, so small, and trying to climb a tree several times larger than it, I turned away again.

When I went back here, I wanted to see where the snail had crawled.

There was a sudden shock in my heart, it had been crawling, although the speed was extremely slow, but it still crawled vigorously, the mucus flowing from the surface of the body seemed to be its sweat and tears, the cold wind around it seemed to be its helpless cry, and the falling flowers on the ground seemed to be its carpet of success. But it never gave up.

Looking back on my past efforts, what is it? Halfway, bitter examples have drowned out ...... my path forward

For a long time, my heart sprouted remorse—regret that I had wasted all my good time, and then it was full of hope—like a snail, working hard for my goals, and no amount of ups and downs were seen as clouds of the past.

The thunder starts from the side and is not startled, and Mount Tai collapses in front and does not move" Presumably this is one of the conditions for success of successful people, but this little snail contains such amazing perseverance.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand its spirit, a kind of motivation urged me to forge ahead, and the vigorous vitality and hope made me stand in the beautiful scenery of spring.

Thank you, little snail, for letting me step into the spring of life.

Reading you feel like spring, yes.

Coming, the grass is green, the flowers are red, the grass sneaks out of the soil to the ground, in the spring breeze, the grass swaying, from a distance, a large patch of green, but beautiful. Xiaocao drilled upwards vigorously, you don't let me, I don't let you, when you are tired, you will drink a little dew that has just rained, as long as a drop of dew can moisten the whole body of Xiaocao, Xiaocao will drill up desperately, Xiaocao who has already drilled out of the ground breathes the fresh air in this bright world, and sighs: "Ah, what a splendid world, I want to grow up quickly!"

Flowers are also desperate to grow upward, and the wildflowers that bloom early are one or two, that's the eyebrows of spring, right? The cute grass holds beautiful flowers, and the grass is everywhere, and the flowers smile in the wind. It's beautiful!

The varieties of flowers are different, and the location of existence is also different, miscellaneous: peach blossoms, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, ......Their colorful cheeks attract many children.

When we talk about spring, we think of the winter that is far away, and winter has left a deep footprint on everyone in 2009. In winter, there is a lot of snow, and the snow brings great joy to the children. In the spring, the spring flowers bloom, and the flowers bring people happy enjoyment.

The ancients also felt the charm of spring, and the great poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty wrote in the "Spring Trip to the Qiantang Rivers and Lakes": "In the north of Gushan Temple, in the west of Jiating, the water surface is flat at the beginning of the clouds, and the feet are low, and several early warblers compete for warm trees, and the new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers gradually become charming eyes, the shallow grass can have no horseshoe, the favorite lake eastward is insufficient, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

Let this poem bring us into the spring movement!