Just woke up at 07:07, outside is full of the sound of spring, the sweet sound of birds with a long history, almost sweet to the heart. From the beginning of the spring, the bird became a good child

Just woke up at 07:07, outside is full of the sound of spring, the sweet sound of birds with a long history, almost sweet to the heart. From the beginning of the spring, the bird has become a well-behaved child, singing a long song every morning, singing sweet songs, as if the world is sweet, carefree, and safe to come home.

Waking up every morning to the sweet singing of the birds is a happy thing. Despite the haze in the sky, although there is light rain today, no one can stop the reincarnation of the sky. Spring is coming, the birds are singing, and people will be freed from the shackles of winter and become the darlings of spring, greeting the sun, dancing in the spring wind, and playing with spring water.

Spring! The beginning of the year, the hope of life. From the song of the birds alone, we can see the heavenly beauty: brilliant as a flower, as peaceful as the Garden of Eden, as fresh as the dew in the morning. All the beauty spreads as scheduled, the four seasons, the world.