spring
Spring is the season when flowers bloom like poems. Wild flowers open their eyes. It is the season of hiking, invited a few bosom friends, with a simple heart travel, left the mark of spring;
It was the sowing season, and from time to time one or two small green leaves appeared in the cluster of flowers. It's warm season, and the hot egg porridge my mother cooked for me at school in the New Year...
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