The residual snow of the early spring gradually melted under the warm sun. The bright sunshine and the pleasant spring breeze heralded the frozen world that would wake up from its slumber.
Under the dirt, the dormant life, the hope of rebirth sprouted, and the earth will be ploughed by the plough, holding up the hope of the crops.
I love spring. When getting through the cold, boring, tedious winter. Removing the heavy and clumsy winter coat, a feeling of relief and lightness suddenly emerged.
I want to go for a walk in the countryside, to see, to see if the spring earth is covered in green, painted with colors, and willows flying. I wanted to see if the dead grass under the residual snow had broken through the soil and sprouted green buds, and whether there were ice flowers blooming. I wanted to see if the majestic mountain had been dressed in new clothes, with clusters of fragrant flowers and butterflies dancing,,,,,,
I want to go to the countryside, to the river, to the lakeside, to take a walk, to see, to see, whether the creek formed by the melting ice and snow, whether there is a sound of water flowing water, whether there are fish swimming,,,,,,
Once upon a time, sleepwalking in the hometown, spring traveling to the earth, on the vast, vast, boundless fertile field, blooming with beautiful flowers, flying with brilliant butterflies, surrounded by spring smiles,,,,,,