It rained all the time last winter and this spring, and the weather was gloomy and annoying. It's rare for the sky to clear up recently, and it's refreshing after a long rain.
The spring sun is just right, and the swallows returning to the south are busy building their nests with mud. Yuxi originated in front of my hometown, wild flowers bloom in the mountains behind my house, and the fragrance of flowers floats on the Jiangjia compound, which is fascinating. The old people in the yard moved out of the small benches one after another and sat lazily in the patio enjoying the peace and serenity.
The maple in the back hill has spit out new green, which is crowded with the dark green of Gu Teng and the green of weeds and shrubs at the foot of the hill. The breeze blows, turning up layers of green waves, making people intoxicated.
The sun shines in the Woods and through the leaves. Birds are singing, and the cheerful and graceful melody is mixed with the shouts of villagers who get up early. What a harmonious and beautiful symphony of nature. The smoke from the farmhouse kitchen, the old maple trees in the back of the mountain, and every grass and tree in the mountain will make you long for it.
"ChunYang at the right moment, clear water around the village. In the distance, the green warbler is noisy, and the flying flowers in the wind giggle.
Red flowers invite drunken clouds, and green buds spit branches. It's warm in the mud and warm in the wind, and it's spring in the river yard. "
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