One day a bird told me that spring is coming. Yes, I can feel the spring though it comes so quietly.

The sun is shining. The wind is so soft and gentle like a slim hand of a beautiful girl’s gently touching your face. The river is singing a beautiful song; birds are dancing in the tree; children go out of house to fly a kite; farmers are growing crops in the fields.

Spring is so much like a baby. All of it is new. Spring is a painter who makes the world colorful. Spring is a girl who wears a beautiful dress.

I love the vivid spring.

Teacher’s remarks: Your vivid description made me see a beautiful scenery of a wonderful world.