Although Shanyin is still cold, the power of cold has begun to decline. The snow in Chaoyang has melted, and the snow water flows along the sloping valley, scouring the ice surface of the mountain stream. The huge waterfall frozen on the rocks began to move, and the sound of running water became louder and louder every day, and finally it became a raging torrent, rushing down the mountain and flowing into the river. The frozen river water gradually becomes crisp, soft and dark under the irradiation of spring sunshine and the impact of snow water in the mountains. ?

Finally, one day, in the silence of dawn, suddenly came the voice of landslides-Kaijiang! The wind squeezed in through the gap in the window and whispered excitedly to me: Go and see, the great river is alive again! It tore my skirt and ran to the river bank. I stood by the river with people. I was shocked by what I saw. I saw the ice of the whole river collapse. The river that has been imprisoned for a winter is surging, pushing the hard ice with irresistible force, calling and bumping. Pieces of huge ice rafts, pushed by the river, stand up like mountains, fall down again, rattle and splash pieces of snow-white spray. The rolling river tide crushed and submerged the hard ice, forcing him to tame and flow away with the remnant winter. ?

Spring water smiles in the sun and dances in the breeze, as if to tell everyone, every tree and every grass that has just broken ground: spring is coming! Spring is coming