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he spring breeze, which awakened the sleeping grass, opened countless flowers and brought the happy smiling faces of countless people. Looking at the beautiful scenery of spring, I can’t help but think of Su Shi’s poem, “three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of ducks warmed by the spring river. The basket of Artemisia is all over the ground, and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish wants to go up.” In my mind, I can see the bright green bamboo leaves, charming peach blossoms, naughty ducks and lovely fugu. It turns out that they all like spring like me. Who doesn’t like spring? Green is the color of life. The green in spring is colorful: the pine green is black, very deep and thick。 The little buds just spit out by the willow are very shallow and bright. All these are so vibrant. And the color of spring is more than green. Walking on the road, you can inadvertently find several small flowers quietly opening in the corner. They are like newborn babies, especially timid. Go into the garden and stroll. As soon as you enter the door, you will feel bursts of fragrance ing to your face. In the breeze, those petals like butterflies fell to the ground and paved a huge carpet. How beautiful spring is! Spring is also the favorite season for farmers. They sow “l(fā)ittle life” into the soil one by one, quietly waiting for the harvest of autumn. After several drizzling spring rains, the mountains became green and the water became green. The flowing str