This past winter, the spring with lightsome pace came to earth, looking for are like about like, change the spring clothing, today, I about several friends home to enjoy spring in the field.
We walked on the ridge, spring breeze blowing straight up, very comfortable, don't like winter, because spring the bitter, only with a cold, you see, at the foot of the sleeping a winter grass, now woke up, and stubbornly stick your head out of the ground, although only a little pale green, is full of vitality, some unknown flowers, the flower, that a bunch of the spill on the shelf-space. Green is about to drip of broad bean neatly stand beside the ridge.
Look to the scene, I think a proverb: a year in the spring, ah, this is the hope of his peasants plowing.
I love my hometown, love my hometown more fields.
冬天刚过去，春天就迈着轻盈的脚步来到大地，到处找都像约好似的，换上了春装，今天，我约了几位小伙伴去欣赏家乡春天的田野。 我们漫步在田埂上，迎面吹来了阵阵春风，觉得舒服极了，因为春天不像冬天那样寒风刺骨，只略带着寒意，你瞧，脚下沉睡了一个冬天的小草，此时已苏醒了，倔强地把头伸出了地面，虽然只见一点嫩绿，却充满了生机，一些不知名的小花，这一朵，那一簇的洒在田埂上。翠绿欲滴的蚕豆整齐地立在田埂旁。 看以此景，我想了一句谚语：一年之际在于春，啊，这是农民辛勤耕耘的希望。 我爱我的家乡，更爱我家乡的田野。
