2. Spring breeze brings warmth to people and beauty to the earth. Spring breeze is really gentle. Under the sun, the spring breeze blows the faces of all things in the world, which is soft and pleasing, making the earth a beautiful picture. The spring breeze is like everyone's friend, and it is inseparable from everyone all day.
3, "Blowing the face without cold willows" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.
4, cycle after cycle, that love is more and more incomplete, and many fragments have weathered without trace with the years. Therefore, the dream has become the only place where I can place my love, because only in the dream can that love be complete.
5. The spring breeze is coming, although it seems a little late, she still touches the earth with her warm hands.
6, if there is no spring breeze, spring will lose half of her charm.
7. Winter goes to spring, and the spring breeze blows gently, which brings people a full spring and warm life. Therefore, since ancient times, poets have a soft spot for the spring breeze, chanting it again and again with their wonderful flowers. In the writings of ancient poets in China, the spring breeze is full of spring and colorful.
8, warm spring breeze, like a mother's hand, gently stroking the little girl's face.
9. The spring wind, as gentle as cotton wool, blows across the river in front of my house.
10, the spring breeze is like a clever scissors, cutting the mountains and rivers into a new green; Like a brilliant painter, he painted the earth in colors.
1 1, warm. The spring breeze is blowing leisurely, like a gentle hand stroking her hair and face.
12, spring has come quietly and will leave in a hurry. Cut off a ray of sunshine, a satin spring breeze, a pillow of sadness in the spring rain, and count the time in the pink and white ... I just expect that in such a beautiful season, there will always be a touch, a warmth, or a trace of melancholy, and an expectation to park in my increasingly tired and pale heart and grow old with me ...
13, the spring breeze, like a naughty child, "gently gathers, slowly twists, wipes and picks" the long hair of my shawl, and it is not only wisps of silk-like hair that fly, but also my happy mood that flows like music.
14, early in the morning, when the sun broke free from the shackles of the horizon and jumped up, the first ray of sunshine enveloped you and me. Tears dry love, once again broken scattered on a bed. Therefore, I like rainy days, and that humidity can make love not so completely broken in the morning.
15, the spring breeze in February, in the daytime, is warm, with a little damp smell, blowing on the face, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton tidbits blowing on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors. The night wind fluttered in the beach, and the willow trees in the beach, like drunk, danced hard with her tender and oily branches.
16, the spring breeze blows against my face, which reminds me that "the season of the year lies in spring". Spring brings people a new year, new hopes and new life goals ...
17, the spring breeze is like a cleaner, sweeping away dust with a magic broom and decorating the city beautifully and cleanly.
18, the spring breeze gently blows through the treetops and fields with a moist breath.
19, spring breeze, not as violent as summer, not as rustling as autumn, not as biting as winter. The soft wind, gently touching the face and blowing gently through the ear, is so gentle, so lovely and unforgettable with the sweetness of flowers and the fragrance of earth.
20. Spring breeze makes the earth full of brightness. She is the horn of progress and the beginning of happiness. "A year's plan lies in spring", and the spring breeze brings people new gains.
2 1, with the spring breeze, there is the season of flying kites. And that kite flying in the sky made me seem to have returned to that carefree childhood, and then I remembered a poem I recited when I was young. The title of the poem has long been forgotten, except that the poem was written like this: the grass grows long and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy flying paper kites while the east wind is blowing. What a beautiful artistic conception, I am completely intoxicated with the joy of flying kites, and at the same time, I also fly my dreams!
22. The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring light shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, forming a beautiful landscape map.
23. Spring breeze is like a clever girl. With her dexterous hands, she dyed the willow branches green, the peach and apricot branches red and the clusters of winter jasmine yellow.
24. The spring breeze travels like a magic brush across the river, across mountains and rivers, and across the city, adding bright colors to all living things and urban life.
25, overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, from the vast grassland and desert beyond the Great Wall, it rolled in. Jumped over the mountain from outside the customs, over the mountain ridge, inserted into the ravine, irrigated the mountain pass, whined and blew the horn, roared and roared, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, Sarah, flapping on the face, like countless needles.