Urgently, the spring essay in my mind

Winter, like a pair of tired wings, gradually disappears in the morning breeze; Spring, like a beautiful girl, with light steps and swaying graceful figures, is walking towards us.

I remember a song that my teacher taught me when I was a child, and I guess everyone can sing it. At that time, we sat on the bench one by one, raised our sunflowers, brushed the rows of little faces, and squeaked the foot organ with the **teacher, singing, spring in**, spring in**, spring in the verdant woods, spring in**, spring in**, spring in the eyes of the child.

Now think about it, the children's world is so clear and transparent, and there is not the slightest impurity. I don't know what other people's childhood spring looks like, in my heart, at that time, spring was no longer biting cold wind, it was the gently dancing swallows flying in the drizzle; Spring is the silver spring flowing happily under the thinned river, and the surprise of the grass that looks close but is not; Spring is a green world, she is like the rising sun, like the grass that has just broken through the ground, like the wow that has just landed, crying loudly. Spring is a lively life.

Maybe you should pay a price when you grow up. When we cried and made trouble when we were children, ignorant and longing for the world of adults, we were destined to reincarnate with time. Time is a magician, wielding the scepter of magic and outstretching its hands, where everything we could have dreamed of.

You can no longer take exams, no longer be twisted to read, no longer secretly fall in love; You can earn a lot of money and spend it in the blink of an eye. All of it, all of it, we want to get it, and then we have to go further.

Who still remembers the long-lasting joy and happiness after a glass ball, a paper triangle, a small award, and a warm word of encouragement? We make a loss-making deal with time, which gives us endless desires but coldly takes away our pure dreams. Now we just live for the sake of living, like hard-working ants, busy all day long, never stopping.

Is this Sisyphus's boulder that will never push to the top of the mountain? Or is it a boundless web that crisscrosses horizontally and vertically?

I guess that's the spring I want. Always vibrant, always vibrant. Every day is a beginning, every day is a starting point, you don't have to worry about the distant future, you don't have to worry about many, many trivial things.

Spring should be a blank sheet of paper, clean; Spring should be in the mood, simple.

There is a beautiful spring in my heart, dressed up with spring breeze, spring water, and spring rain, so my world is as beautiful as spring. .I accompanied the spring in my heart, walking and singing along the way, sowing my spring.