Write an essay on the topic Never Ignore Spring .

A poor couple working in the fields. At dusk, the sunset reflects their figures, and the earth is vast under the afterglow of the setting sun. Freshly dug potatoes lay in bamboo baskets at their feet.

At this time, the melodious bell of the church in the distance rang ......So, they put down their farming tools, and the women put their palms together in prayer.

Spring in **?

Grandpa Winter rode away with the wind, he took away the flying snow, and he took away the cold wind. He said, "Goodbye, children, spring will come to you!"

Spring? When will she come? Where will she stay...With this series of questions, I looked everywhere for the footprints of spring......

In the woods, the bird stands tall on the branches, singing a gentle song, the content of the song seems to be: "Spring is in **, spring is in **, spring is in the verdant mountain forest...""Conspicuous buds appeared on the trunk of the tree, and the warm spring breeze swept across my face, as if my mother's hand was gently caressing. So I followed the spring breeze to the river, and the willows also sprouted.

I shouted, "Is spring with you?" ”

In the garden, colorful flowers appear in front of you, which is dazzling. Red, white, yellow, pink...Competing for the best, rushing to bloom. Next to these colorful flowers, there are pale yellow, dense spring flowers - aren't spring flowers a sign of the arrival of spring!

Bees and butterflies flutter around the flowers. I whispered to the spring flowers, "Is spring here for you?"

On the grass, the grass took off their yellow clothes and changed into green clothes, as if they had just come out of the fitting room. It's refreshing to look at. Maybe it's because the grass is wearing new clothes, and the wind is afraid of stealing the limelight, so the grass turns in one direction and makes the grass bow their heads.

I looked at the grass and asked, "Is spring here for you?" ”

There are some more small creatures in the river - ducklings. They happily swayed their little feet, one would stick their heads into the water, and the other would poke their heads out, and there was a poem that said, "The Prophet of the Spring River Plumbing Duck", and I said to this cute little duckling: "Is spring here for you?" ”

Why are there so many colorful things in the sky? Is it a flower butterfly flying in the air? No.

Is it blown off petals scattered in the air? No. Oh, it turned out to be all kinds of kites flown by children.

The kite goes up and down in the sky, high and low. I looked at the tallest kite and asked, "Is spring here for you?" ”