Early in the morning, I came to the garden, and a breeze blew, with a fragrance, so familiar and strange. I walked forward against the breeze.

The breeze blew across the earth, and the grass emerged from the ground, swaying like a road sign, indicating the breeze to fly forward. Along the way, more and more grass grew out of the ground. The breeze is much faster.

I ran to keep up with it. I saw it come to a tree and spin around it. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." As it rotates, new leaves grow on the tree. The new leaves hit each other and made a noise. Just like applauding the breeze. The branches twisted merrily. In the applause of the leaves, there was a hopeful dance, and the breeze accelerated the speed in this dance.

I ran to keep up with it. When the breeze blows to a tree, it keeps spinning. With its rotation, more and more dead trees are "alive" and the sound of "snapping" is louder. In this "snapped" sound, the breeze rushed forward rapidly.

I have to run as hard as I can to keep up with it. I saw it suddenly stopped and spun quickly. On the horizon, a group of black spots fly to the breeze, and the black spots are getting bigger and bigger. When I looked intently, it was a swallow! Muddy swallows fly. When swallows come to the breeze, they scatter around looking for their original home.

As soon as the swallow flew away, the breeze became huge. "The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind." The children took kites and flew them in the wind. This familiar scene reminds me of the true face of the breeze. Spring is here, spring is here. Spring, the spring of hope, will grow with us in this year. Spring is coming!