Bitterly cold winter may once come, but now it has gone.
As my bike has been stolen, I have to run from one teaching building to another every day.
The bell declares the end of the last lesson and the beginning of a new journey. Tired as I am, at the sight of the bench, I go straight to it. As soon as I get seated, a world of fresh green immediately catches my eyes. Grass sprouts burst through the soil right in the place of the withered grass and turn the dull grey into fresh green. As I look up, I find those tall trees have also put on new clothes. Green, here and there, everywhere!Spring has come, I realize suddenly.
A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance. I trace it,surprised to find several lovely small white flowers dotted on a tree. And there are even some singing birds! I am so delighted with all these tiny lives that my fatigue vanishes all of a sudden.
The sky shows its purest blue. The sun generously gives out its heat and light, shining evenly on the grass, on the trees,on the roofs of houses, on the people passing by, also on me,quietly and tenderly. There come a couple of young people,strolling leisurely. A group of students are sitting in a circle on the grass and discussing something heatedly. Some are reading English but in low voices afraid of breaking the peace of the campus. Others are lying on the lawn, having a nap, or just enjoying the sunshine as I am.
I feel I am free, free of thinking anything. In such a pleasing environment, doing anything is a great pleasure. I am fully indulged in this tranquility. If only time could stop!
I turn on the radio to enjoy some light music. Much to my disappointment, however, almost all the programs are about the war in Iraq. It is hard to believe that under the same blue sky,some people are suffering from bleeding and death of war while others are enjoying a happy life.
The sun is hidden by the clouds. After a few seconds, it shines brightly again.
Peaceful life seems to have gone, but it will come back one day, I am sure.
Spring is the first season of a year.There are there months in spring :March ,April and May ,The weather is becoming warmer and warmer in spring.Sometimes It rains a lot.Everything has started to change in spring.Look,the trees are turning green.The birds are singing happily in the trees.The flowers are showing their smiles to us.Spring is also my favourite season.Because I can wear my beautiful shirts .I can plant trees and go camping.I can enjoy myself in the beautiful spring.Of course ,I like the Spring Festival ,too.In a word,Spring is a very beautiful season.I like spring very much.
All things recovery, bloomy spring, a small grass-green, willow sprout, flower and bud... Oh! This is spring is coming.
ZiYan tail tip, finally through the winter of the last piece of calm, the call of "chirp" sound, wake up the sleeping of spring, the wind girl gently caressed the beautiful melody, the notes, became a dew "dripping" naughty ground to the earth, oh! This is the first spring rain.
Rain falling, wake up the sleeping earth, awaken hibernating animals, in such a transformational moment, a happy party!
Oh! Spring, my favorite season.
She is a good time at the beginning of, is also a white end of the time. Her, gentle, beautiful, to become the queen of the four seasons. The following is the reason why I like her;
Farmers began sowing seeds, the birds began to sing, animals began to cheer, continuous rain, the seed moist, hanging up the sun, let the seed warm, when it rains the fish looked up from under the water to breathe, the animals in the rain shower, how wonderful!
I walked to the front of the rose bud, with the hand gently touch, I walked to the front of the sprouting willows, playing with its long braid, before I go to the meadow, see the grass floret are straight waist, as if each other in to say hello!
They are flying in the sky a flock of geese, xu had just come back from traveling, going to a party!
I love the spring, the warm sunlight in the body, on the way home, I enjoy the spring for everything!
Bitterly cold winter may once come, but now it has gone.
As my bike has been stolen, I have to run from one teaching building to another every day.
The bell declares the end of the last lesson and the beginning of anew journey. Tired as I am, at the sight of the bench, I go straight toit.
As soon as I get seated, a world of fresh green immediately catchesmy eyes. Grass sprouts burst through the soil right in the place of thewithered grass and turn the dull grey into fresh green.
As I look up, I find those tall trees have also put on new clothes. Green, here and there, everywhere!Spring has come, I realize suddenly.
A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance. I trace it,surprised tofind several lovely small white flowers dotted on a tree.
And there are even some singing birds! I am so delighted with all these tiny lives that my fatigue vanishes all of a sudden.
The sky shows its purest blue. The sun generously gives out its heat and light, shining evenly on the grass, on the trees,on the roofs of houses, on thepeople passing by, also on me,quietly and tenderly.
There come a couple of young people,strolling leisurely. A group of students are sitting in a circle on the grass and discussing something heatedly.
Some are reading English but in low voices afraid of breaking the peace of the campus. Others are lying on the lawn, having a nap, or just enjoying thesunshine as I am.
I feel I am free, free of thinking anything. In such a pleasing environment, doing anything is a great pleasure. I am fully indulged in this tranquility. If only time could stop!
I turn on the radio to enjoy some light music. Much to my disappointment, however, almost all the programs are about the war in Iraq. It is hard to believe that under the same blue sky,some people are suffering from bleeding and death of war while others are enjoying a happy life.
The sun is hidden by the clouds. After a few seconds, it shines brightly again.
Peaceful life seems to have gone, but it will come back one day, I am sure.
Spring is coming. Spring is the first season of the year. In China, spring comes in February. It is still cold, but it is getting warmer and warmer. The days get longer and longer.
The leaves on the trees begin to turn green. Then they come up green leaves in the spring wind on the ground. Spring is also sowing time season.
Spring is a delightful season. The temperatures are moderate, and the blooming trees and flowers make the city bright with colors.
This is the time when we can begin to wear lighter and more brightly colored clothes and go outdoors more often.
Smaller children like to bring their kites out to the spacious square. Also I enjoy going back to the village on this holiday after being in the city for the winter months.
短文一:(附翻译)Spring is a delightful season. The temperatures are moderate, and the blooming trees and flowers make the city bright with colors. This is the time when we can begin to wear lighter and more brightly colored clothes and go outdoors more often. Smaller children like to bring their kites out to the spacious square. Also I enjoy going back to the village on this holiday after being in the city for the winter months. 春天是个让人欣喜的季节.气温适中,挂满绿叶的树和盛开的花朵给城市增添了明亮的色彩.在这个时节里,我们可以穿上轻便靓丽的衣服经常出门去了.小孩子们则喜欢在广阔的天空中放风筝.在城里呆了一个冬天之后,我也喜欢回到村子里度假.短文二:A Spring MorningIt was early in the spring morning. The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon� emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky. Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun. The lake� the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded. The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine.Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly. Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks. A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake� where a sort of stream rose� forming a thin mist.It was really a morning of beauty of vigor and of hope.精彩短句:Recovery of all things spring, spring rain Sasa it like a fluttering gently footsteps of the painter, a Buliu Shen it has to every corner of the earth printed on a color. 春天万物复苏,春雨飘飘洒洒它像一个脚步轻轻的画家,一不留神它已经把大地每一个角落都印上了色彩.Field, flower garden, the forest have a girl left behind traces of the spring, she decorated in earth Huanran, a new, beautiful and peaceful田野上,花圃上,森林里都有着春姑娘留下足迹,她把大地装饰得涣然一新,美丽,祥和fields confusing wheat green, I looked boundless, as if the green wave. That golden wild flowers, in the Green Wave in flash.田野上,麦苗返青,一望无边,仿佛绿色的波浪。那金黄色的野菜花,在绿波中闪光