Zhu Ziqing

 
　　I wonder,and wonder,the east wind comes.The spring is coming.
　　Everything is awoke.They open their eyes.The mountains green,the water become more.The sun's face gets red.
The grass grow from the ground,it's green and gentle.There is much in the garden and field.
Peach trees and pear trees,are also grow the flowers.They are red like fire,pink like cloud,white like snow.The flowers are sweet.Close our eyes,the trees perhaps have the nuts.They are very different,some have name,some are not.They like the eyes and stars,trinkle and trinkle.
　　"The wind blows",like mum's hand which is touch you.It has some nice smell which mix the grass and flowers,they are all blewn in the air.The birds make the nests in the flowers,when they are happy,they will meet their friends, and sing beautiful songs.the songs follow the river.the recorder is also blewn all day.
　　The rain always happens ,and rain some days. Don't sad.Look,it like the string,zip and string.Some body's roofs have some fog.But the leaves are all green.The grass is green ,too.In the evening,we open the light,a little light can shine a quiet and peaceful night.In the countryside,on the road,beside the bridges,there are some people who take the umbrella.There are also some farmers.Their house are only a few in the rain.
　　There are many kites in the sky,there are also many children on the ground.In the city and the countryside ,all the people are also like who will go shopping,they come out one by one.They do some exercise,do their own things."the spring is the most important."We just do it ,have a lot of time and hope.
　　Spring like the baby who just born,everything is new.He grows.
　　Spring like a girl who dressed up and walk with her smile.
　　Spring like a man who has strong arms and legs,he go there with us.