Lush green shoots in the trees signal spring has come. This is my favorite season. Spring is like a young woman, gentle and gentle. Winter weather is very pleasant. This season is usually sunny. Light rays of sunlight perch on the tree canopy. Sunny but not hot. The first-spring rains were just fleeting like the angry girl, rushing to come but also hastily. Spring is the season that makes me feel extremely comfortable. The clear blue sky along with the fluffy white clouds made me feel so good. In spring, we do not have to suffer from the freezing cold of winter, nor do we need to worry about the scorching summer sun. Everything is so gentle. The spring air is neither too dry nor too humid. If possible I want to live forever this spring. But I know this is not possible. Spring has passed, leaving in my heart are regrets and memories and memories of spring rains.