A crisp bird song woke me up. I looked up suddenly and found that nature had quietly sent me the most beautiful blessing. I finally saw the belated spring. I walked briskly into the fields to observe the early spring.

I looked around, haha, Miss Chun was looking at me from all directions. The sky is not yet so blue, but it is not as pale as in winter. There is a hint of light blue in the haze, mysterious and elegant; the clouds are not as thick as in summer, and they are vaguely like his close friends—— The fog was intertwined and inseparable; suddenly, a few birds flashed overhead. They sang loudly and circled freely in the air, as if they were awakening everything that was still sleeping in the pink and jade winter. He lowered his head slightly, and the sound of running water "like a ring ring" echoed in his ears. It was clear and active, like a piece of light music with a strong rhythm. After listening to the beautiful sound of flowing water, I couldn't wait to see with my own eyes who created such an amazing piece of music. Following the traces of the sound, I suddenly found the tiny white waves. Ha, it not only made music, but also danced. It jumped easily from the cracks in the rocks to the next one. At this time, a kind of admiration arises spontaneously.

Following the flowing water, my eyes slowly moved downward. Suddenly, a burst of floral fragrance caressed my sense of smell. It spread around my nose and the alluring fragrance of rapeseed flowers accompanied me to appreciate the scenery in front of me. At the farthest point of sight, there is another large field of rapeseed flowers. There are no lovely bright yellow flowers. As far as the eye can see, the delicate yellow flowers are blooming proudly, splashing the brightest and brightest strokes on the field. Surrounded by them, they form a golden ocean, and the breeze blows and stirs up layers of waves. Looking closer, the small tree next to me is covered with "pimples". No, that is not a pimple, it is the starting point for the small tree to sprout new branches. The small green buds were as big as nails. He struggled to break free and pulled out the green leaves. At this moment, I once again felt respect and admiration for his courage.

While I was still immersed in the beauty of the little buds and the golden ocean, a "tick-tick-tick" sound sounded in my ears for a moment. It's raining. Some small raindrops fell on the newly sprouted leaves, giving them moisture and making a "pop" sound; some small raindrops gently knocked on the uppers of my shoes, and then slipped off. Listening to this wonderful percussion, I couldn't help lowering my head and looking at them with a smile. The soil is slightly moist, and when you step on it, some soil will be carried along with you. The brown soil outlines the lines of early spring on the edges of my shoes. I couldn't bear to destroy these peaceful and beautiful lines, and I didn't dare to steal the beauty, so I slowly squatted down and watched this "Spring of the Earth" carefully. The grass slowly poked its head out from the soft and fertile land, and its slender body looked particularly beautiful. It was green and shiny, one by one, decorating the beautiful canvas of the earth.

The rain is getting heavier...

I took another step, my shoes seemed to be a lot heavier, the grass seemed to be pulling on my trouser legs, and dewdrops were falling on the tips of the leaves. Refuses to slip. I moved my steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace between heaven and earth. There was another bird song, and I turned around suddenly, spring had arrived.