After a cold winter, the little animals slowly woke up from their hibernation, and the children also took off their thick cotton - padded clothes. They were all wondering: Where is spring? There was a little boy named Xiaoming. He was so curious about where spring was that he decided to go out and look for the traces of spring. He walked out of his house. The outside world was still a bit gloomy, and the trees hadn't grown new leaves yet. But he could feel the gentle breeze blowing across his face, which was no longer as bitterly cold as in winter.
Xiaoming came to the river. He saw the willow trees by the river. The branches of the willow trees had become soft, not as stiff as in winter. He walked closer to the willow trees and looked carefully at those brown branches. He found some small, bulging buds on them, just like little sleeping lives waiting to be awakened. Xiaoming wondered if this was a sign that spring was coming. He gently touched those buds, as if he could feel the vitality being nurtured inside.
Then, Xiaoming came to a grassland. He noticed that the grassland was no longer a withered - yellow color. Some tender green grass had secretly sprouted out of the soil. He crouched down and searched carefully in the grass. Suddenly, he saw a small wild flower. The pale - blue petals were swaying gently in the breeze. There were also a few butterflies flying beside it, as if they were whispering to the wild flower. Xiaoming smiled happily. He knew that spring was not far away from him.
Just when Xiaoming was happy in the grassland, he heard a chirping sound coming from the sky. He looked up and saw a group of little swallows flying back from the south. The little swallows were flying merrily in the sky, sometimes in a line, sometimes in a "V" shape. Xiaoming waved happily to the little swallows. He knew that the little swallows were the messengers of spring, and their arrival meant that spring had really come.
Xiaoming ran home and told this good news to his little friends. So, the little friends came hand in hand to a place full of blooming flowers. There were red flowers, pink flowers, yellow flowers. All kinds of flowers were like a colorful ocean. Bees were busily collecting honey in the flower clusters. The little friends ran and played in the sea of flowers, and they cheered happily: "Spring is here, spring is here!"
