A Spring Morning
It was early in the spring morning.The sun was just rising out of the eastern horizon?emitting steaks of red hue through the clouds and across the sky.Soon the campus was battled in the first rays of the sun.The lake?the trees and the bamboos looked as if they were all gilded.The ground was covered with tender grasses and the beaded dewdrops stood on their tips and reflected the sunshine.
Birds flew about in the woods twittering restlessly.Some boy students who were absorbed in reading leaned against the trees with buds peeping out from within the gray barks.A couple of girl students read English aloud while walking up and down the gravel path around the lake?where a sort of stream rose?forming a thin mist.
It was really a morning of beauty?of vigor and of hope.
