阳春三月,春风从田野、从山岗、从树梢间悠悠地吹来,它像一支跳动的画笔,舞到哪里,就把七彩的颜色涂抹到哪里。红的是郊外的樱花,橙的是天边的彩霞,黄的是田野里大片的油菜花,绿的是山丘上满目的草地,青的是小溪边迎风飘舞的杨柳,蓝的是天空中快乐游走的云朵,紫的是田野里开得正艳的紫云英。乘着春的翅膀,抓着风的艳衣,走出家门去呼吸清新的空气。田野里涌动着新翻泥土的气息,带着淡淡的香气,乡村小道上飘着浓浓的桃花、梨花和各种不知 Spring March, the spring breeze from the fields, from the hills, blowing long from the treetops, it is like a beating brush, where dance, put the colorful colors to where applied. Red is the cherry blossoms in the suburbs, the orange is the sky pink clouds, the yellow is the field of rape, trash, the green is the grass on the hills, green is the stream flowing through the stream willows, the blue is in the sky Happily walking clouds, purple is the field opened Ziyun Ziyunying. Riding the wings of spring, clutching the wind Yan Yi, out of the house to breathe the fresh air. In the fields surging the tone of the newly turned soil, with a touch of aroma, floating in the country lane thick peach, pear and all kinds of unknown