New day, nice sunshine! The breeze is not dry! The white clouds hid behind the branches, and the little faces of the young shoots appeared in front of my eyes, and there was a vague smell of grass 🌿 in the air, and the dust occasionally raised,

New day, nice sunshine! The breeze is not dry! The white clouds hid behind the branches, the little faces of the young shoots appeared in front of my eyes, the smell of grass 🌿 in the air, the occasional dust raised, and the people with small shovels to dig wild vegetables. It is precisely the spring breeze that blows green the treetops, and blows the boundless grass, the small tender flowers and bones, grinning. The beauty of the near and far is drunk from the corner of the eye.