There are weeds in the front of the mountain, and thousands of trees are apricot flowers. Spring came to the city, and spring came to Fuzhou. Look, how brilliant my roses are! White, wrapped in silver; Purple, beautiful but not charming; Red, gorgeous but not vulgar; Yellow, slim, blossoming with head held high, dashing and crystal clear. It is really spring, flying flowers and green leaves.

I like the West Lake, which is as flat as a mirror. Willow girls on both sides of the road spit out new buds, and the swaying willow branches are like girls' long braids, swaying, but they are proud and warm on my face with a touch of spring breeze.

There are many children flying kites in the wide Wuyi Square. Looking back, the arrogant "eagle" is soaring in the blue sky; Snow-white "dove"; Smart "Swallow"; Hard-working "Taiyan" and kind "Swan" are really like the scene of "a hundred birds flying towards the phoenix" seen in the bird language forest. They are varied and colorful, dazzling and overwhelming. Looking at their happy figure, I joined their team. My "swan" flew higher and farther, and finally passed through the clouds and disappeared.

Ah, in spring, you wake up the earth, everything revives, and the sky turns back and forth; Make people laugh. Spring, I want to say to you: "I love you, spring!" "