#Summer Flower Viewing Moment# Spring, into the countryside, walking on the country road, everywhere there are rhododendrons, it is red like fire; Peach blossoms, pink like Kasumi; Pear blossoms, as white as snow; All kinds of wildflowers, colorful and fragrant. On the high hills, mushrooms scrambled out of the dirt and greedily sucked on Mother Earth's milk. The hillside field is green and lush with grass; In the paddy field where rice is about to be sown, the water color and the sky light shine together, and the eyes are bright and white; The cuckoos chirped, and the sky was clouded with smoke and rain. The so-called ancient cloud: green all over the mountains and white rivers, rain like smoke in the sound of sub-rules. Just walking into the farmhouse, there will be a strong and strong one inadvertently: a kind and friendly soft bark. In front of the house, the owner also built a melon rack, or planted pumpkins or loofahs, oh, there are vines climbing on the edge of the melon rack. In the backyard, there are flowers, there are azaleas, there are peonies, there are cockscomb flowers, and there are daisies...
