Spring

Spring is my favorite season of the year. Spring makes me feel fresh and energetic. Spring symbolizes the pureness of nature, the hope of success, and the beginning of life. 

Spring is a transferable character. At first, Spring appears to me as a fair, generous, and intelligent naturalist. She loves us equally and brings us gifts of nature. In order to help us save energy, She adjusts the temperature just right to suit us so that we don't need to waste electricity by turning on the air conditioning or heat, as we do in summer and winter. Spring gives the lawn "never-thirsty" juice so that it doesn't need to drink as often as in summer, and we don't have to waste water and time by serving the lawn. She also spreads a "magical" lotion in the air to keep mosquitoes away from bothering us and to keep tree leaves green and flourishing so that we don't have to spend hours and hours "mourning" for the death of leaves, as we do in fall. Spring invents the "magical" lotion and "never-thirsty" juice and does temperature research just to make us live happier and better, not to make Herself famous. She creates more time and a better atmosphere for us to do outdoor activities with families and friends. She makes a comfortable environment for us to live in, so that we are more likely to achieve better results on anything we are doing. Besides these general benefits, Spring brings joy to the earth as well as to me.   

I admire the beauty and freshness of spring. I like to observe every change in spring. When I see the tiny grasses and flowers pop out of the earth, I would imagine them as children, Spring as a father from a war, and earth as a mother. The imagination goes like this: Spring wakes up the long sleeping Earth with a gentle kiss. Earth stretches her legs and arms and is unwilling to get up. But when she sees Spring, she is overjoyed and hurries up to spread out the wonderful news of the return of Spring. "Wake up, children! Your father is back. Go and invite all the neighbors and friends over because we are going to have a huge celebration!" The tiny grasses are shy, for they have never seen their father before; they pop out their heads to have a peek and then hurriedly hide their cute faces under their quilts. Spring quietly walks over to their beds and makes the children giggle by playing peek-a-boo. Soon the king (the sun) and the queen (the wind) come to greet the hero. As the celebration begins, the dancers (the flowers and trees and bushes) start dancing. Then the neighbors and friends (the birds and butterflies and bees) join in to sing and dance. And other times I imagine spring as a young beautiful princess… Spring is alive to me. Whenever I drive, I like to roll down my car window to let the wind brush my hair and whisper to me. I like the stylish green dresses that the trees and bushes are wearing and the colorful hats the flowers are wearing. It makes me happy to see them greet me by waving their hands and nodding their heads. As these friends from spring wish me well and "lots of luck," I believe I'm going to have a great day and am always in a good mood.  

Sometimes, I wish I would become a part of Spring, especially the delicate yellow-green leaves. Whenever I pay more attention to the leaves, my mouth starts watering; thus, I wish to become a giraffe to eat these tasty leaves. Then suddenly, as I "see" the leaves become less and less, I become myself, a human, and chase the giraffe away. 

As the leaves become bigger and bigger and the color of them turns darker and darker, I take pity on their short lives. Then I think how short my own life will be. I was like those tiny yellow-green leaves yesterday, but today I turned into the dark green leaf. It scares me to figure out how long it takes me to become a yellow or brown leaf and then fall off a tree to end my life. Thinking of a leaf makes me feel how precious life is.

I like the early spring drizzle also. When it drizzles, the delicate flowers and leaves seem dressed in pearls, other times as if they are wiped and washed gently by their mothers for a party. I like to join the trees and flowers and grasses and to sing and whisper to them in the drizzle, as long as I don’t let humans see, less they will consider me a mental case. 

In spring, everything is splendid to me. Besides the drizzle, the trees, bushes, the grasses, and the flowers, I enjoy the ocean. When the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the wind is calm, the color of the ocean usually is blue or green. When the ocean is blue and calm and its surface is waxed with the soft sun rays, the ocean looks like blue crystal or ice (it happens more in the mornings than any other time). As I embrace the ocean ice, I want to go ice skating on it even though I only know how to roller-skate, and I often imagine myself gliding swiftly and gracefully over the ocean floor. Sometimes when I see the ocean blue and green at the same time, I view the side with blue as ice and the side with green as grass. When I am tired of skating, I run to the grass and lie down in the chest of spring. The sun smiles at me as he hugs me. The wind whispers. They both offer me comfort. Sometimes, I see the blue ocean with white waves at its edge like lines for a swimming race. At this moment, I can see the swimmers racing toward their destinations. 

The joy that Spring brings to me makes Storm, the wicked witch, so jealous that she decides to make me grievous by trying to defeat Spring. The visit of Storm makes me think of the death of my own mother, who died on a day when Storm came. When she comes, I see the flowers and bushes and trees shaking and Ocean's face turning gray and black; they are frightened as I am. They reach out their hands for help, but I feel terribly sorry that I can do nothing to shield them. Storm is like a cruel stepmother who beats them hard without heart or control. But Spring is not afraid of the power of Storm. Spring is a warrior who leads his friends to bravely challenge the witch. Suddenly, Ocean realizes he has a huge body with enormous strength, and he straightens his back and jumps out to join Spring's army. He roars like an angry monster and seems ready to devour the witch in a minute. When Storm sees she is going to be defeated by Spring's army, she escapes. 

My peaceful and joyful life returns after Storm flees. Early in the mornings, I like to look out from my kitchen window and see birds busying, reaching for breakfast. I like to see the nature of spring and the changes of sky. The new grasses and flowers always like to sneak out stealthily before I wake up. It seems they want to surprise me with their new faces, or they want to have a race with me to see who gets up earlier. Looking at the pretty wildflowers reminds me of my childhood. When I was a child, I never noticed the short life of flowers. I always liked to gather pretty flowers for my mother as well as for my teachers. I picked flowers to decorate my mother's hat and to fill her vase as well as to decorate my own hair. Since there was such a range and variety of flowers in the mountains behind my house and the meadows beside my house, I always had great pleasure picking the flowers with my sister. Now my pleasure is to look at the flowers instead of picking them.

I like Spring because she always welcomes me sincerely and treats me generously. When I'm in Spring's place, I never want to go anywhere else. Her hug is so warm and gentle, her smile is so sweet, her dance is so graceful, and her whisper is so soft. 

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