Spring breeze children

When we were sitting in the classroom and listening to the Chinese teacher reading the wind of spring written by him, we turned our heads out of the window curiously, looking for the wind of spring. Outside the window, spring is coming from a distance intensively. Look: The Willow outside the window was still bare yesterday, and today it is full of countless pale yellow leaf buds, which seems to blink your eyes! Unfortunately, we didn’t see the shadow of spring breeze, then where would she be? The Chinese teacher seemed to see our thoughts, so he simply let us open all the windows, and all the closed thoughts of the students were also opened together. Just at this moment, soft things stroked our faces, as soft as mother’s hands, and as comfortable as the teacher’s kindly eyes. Looking at the ancient willow outside the window, tens of thousands of willows swung gently at this moment, again. Those pale yellow eyes trembled slightly. Surprise and panic swayed with the shaking of the willow. Wasn’t that the feet of the wind? We almost shouted. However, the good times did not last long. Soon, the ancient willow recovered its motionless expression. Our good mood suddenly ended, all the joy suddenly became stiff, and our loss grew wildly all over the classroom. The Chinese teacher saw our thoughts and said that we could go to find Chun Feng after class. She belonged to all the children! In the spring of this year, as soon as my classmates and I had time, we went to the leaves and the Bird’s Nest, looking for the spring breeze in the swallows’s cry. When we reported the found spring breeze to the Chinese teacher, the spring breeze was unexpectedly different. Xiao Ya said: Spring Breeze is a sparkling dancer, she is dancing on the water, so cool! Keke said: Spring Breeze is Fertilizer. She slept on the leaves for a few nights, and ye er grew up. I said: Chun Feng ER is a painter. She painted our Xidu town well. I, who was poor in vocabulary, just breathed out excitedly, but could not say more words. Do you want spring breeze? Chinese teacher. Want! Since then, we have been dreaming of having spring breeze every night. In my dream, I became a painter, stepping on the spring breeze with my feet, flying everywhere and drawing my beautiful paintings everywhere. However, the spring was not long, and we entered the threshold of winter without paying attention. In the long winter, the spring breeze went somewhere, which made us look at the sky anxiously and the bare branches. The window of the classroom was always open every day, hoping that the spring breeze would step on the branches of ancient willows to climb into the window. She also hoped that she would stretch out her fingers coldly and Pat our gray thoughts. However, outside the classroom, there was still gray sky, lonely and boundless, and only the east wind was singing in the snow. The ancient willow outside the classroom looked cold and trembling. The Chinese teacher looked at us and said nothing with his head lowered. Until one day, when the Chinese teacher read his “The wind of Spring” for us again, our frozen little heart melted, and everyone read it with the teacher, it began to wave the expression touched by the spring breeze. The classmates looked at each other and suddenly found that Chunfeng hadn’t left. She lived in the hearts of the classmates! Isn’t she crawling on the faces of her classmates at the moment? As long as you are willing, you will have her in your heart! The classmates looked out of the window, and the snow in winter was still in the vast underground. Winter goes and spring comes, winter goes and spring comes. Time changes facial makeup, but the spring breeze of childhood is not old in my heart. I also tried hard to learn painting. Although nothing has been achieved, the spring breeze is still surging in my heart over the years, on the Road of Life, accompany me to walk in Xindu town for 2012, 4, 5 nights

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