描寫(xiě)春天的英語(yǔ)作文【十篇】-展示頁(yè)
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【正文】 t is probably the prelude to the song of spring. Spring songs began, some like the olive tree. The song came to the world from afar and returned to the distance from the world. I couldn’t help the temptation of this spring’s song. I stood up slowly and opened the dark blue curtains, hoping to have a hug, and this ing spring, and this spring’s song. Spring is ing, and the song is soft, like a little girl picking lotus on the Bank of Xizi lake. It is pure and lovely. Spring is near! The tune suddenly turned and the song suddenly changed from elegant to melodious. The rain became dense, far different from the previous sparse. Raindrops, like lost children, struggled and rushed to the unknown front, hoping that their parents would be waiting as always not far away. The raindrops finally gathered together, went to the soil and melted into the arms of the earth. This voice, like an aria, has a frightening momentum. I think it is probably the main song of the song of spring. Spring songs are full of fun, some of which are like Chen Huilin’s’ love is ing ‘. The songs are squeezed from all directions and poured in, winning the applause of all things in the world. The Canna downstairs spared no effort to swing its body and ask for its own dance steps and the rhythm of the song of spring. The rain splashed on the fan like leaves, just like crystal flowers out of thin air in the dense water curtain. In the heart of the flowers, there is a deep attachment to the song of spring and an immortal feeling of embracing spring. I don’t know why, I feel that my feet seem to be covered with lightness. I’m afraid I have to dance and sing with the rain, the song and the spring. Spring, green! In spring, I cleared my throat and had a little rest. The singing changed from melodious to freehand brushwork. The rain seemed to be slightly closed and wavered in the sparse and dense. One by one, the raindrops began to move in an orderly manner along the angel’s Starlight stick, and gradually drilled into the gentle wind. With their help, they painted the color of the world and the color of spring. The leaves over there are green。 The flowers here are red! The raindrops reunite in the end, kiss the soil and melt into the arms of the earth. This voice, like blues, is a little ruffian. I think it is probably the climax of the song of spring. Spring songs are familiar. Some are like Huang Pinyuan’s “waves”. The song is rising, but some are mature. It is shaking people one after another, but it is a little lazy. This is spring, the feeling of spring, the song of spring. My pupil seems to light up, reflecting the world, a green! It’s dawn now, just like the spring of the four seasons. Past music, a cup of warm green tea, the city, the rain, the song of spring, so on. The cold wind in the world has just blown away, and the cold wind in the winter has just awakened all things. In my impression, spring is the most beautiful. It ge
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