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I have a date with Spring.

Near, near, I heard the footsteps of spring. Swallows are murmuring, geese are skimming the blue sky, and the murmuring water brings the message of spring. The bitter cold wind has long since disappeared, leaving a string of light bells.

The warm sunlight shines on the thin layer of snow, and the footprints of spring faintly appear.

Spring, why are you always late, making me miss your slender shadow madly in the merciless cold winter. Several times I almost thought that you were going to forget our agreement and hide in some quiet corner and hum a sleep symphony. Although this year's spring came so late, you finally came to the appointment, and our date began.

As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning", and my first date with spring was in the early morning in this suburb. Like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some fresh earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.

These naughty wisps of wind swept away the depression and sadness of staying at home in winter, brought bursts of comfort, and let the seeds of hope quietly germinate. The seeds sown by the birds last year have been hidden in the ground, and now, they can't stand the loneliness in the ground, and quietly poke their heads out. They scrambled to be the first, as if they couldn't add to the world if they came out a second late, and couldn't get close to their dear spring.

On the tender green shoots, a few water droplets shimmered with crystal light, I don't know which child gently touched the young leaves, and the lively water droplets actually swayed and danced. Spring mornings are really full of life and hope.

Time slipped away at noon, and the faint fragrance of flowers accompanied me no matter where I went. The sunlight came to me and called out my shadow. I run, and it runs; I jumped, it jumped, and we had a lot of fun together.

A few birds were singing happily, probably infected by us, and they couldn't stop jumping up and down the trees, and I and the shadow couldn't help but laugh. At noon in spring, it inspires and gives us courage.

I played with the shadows to my heart's content, tirelessly, and gradually in the evening, I met with spring again by this small river. The waves are teasing each other. Fighting, I didn't know I was here, and I enjoyed their wonderful ** meeting.

The water of the lake is crystal clear, like a mirror, reflecting the purest side of people's hearts. The weeping willows swept across the water, rippling in the microwave, and set off some small waves. Spring evenings are like this, quiet and natural, so that all the common thoughts in people's hearts disappear.

I was in such a hurry to get together with Spring, and I was silent when I parted. "The plan of the year lies in spring" Let's meet with spring and cherish this annual "date"!