On Sunday morning, my mother took me to find spring. When we came to the field, the rape blossoms were golden yellow, and many bees were collecting honey. The wheat seedlings are green, as if to put green clothes on the earth.

We came to the garden and saw all kinds of vegetables growing. Grass grows out of the ground and is green everywhere.

When we came to the orchard, some peach trees had blossomed pink, and the breeze blew, giving off bursts of fragrance. Several birds perched on the branches and chirped as if welcoming us.

We came to the river again and saw rows of willows sprouting. The breeze blew and the soft branches swayed gently. The water in the river is flowing slowly, and a few small fish are swimming around happily. How happy I am!

Spring is really nice. I hope it will stay on the land of the motherland forever and stay with us forever.