The weeping willows swaying on the banks of the turbulent river, the flowers blooming on the asphalt road, and the tender grass by the roadside, all show the breath of spring. Open the window, and the smell of soil and green grass blows in, making people feel relaxed and happy. The fragrance of flowers and the wind come, let go of all the trifles, open your arms, embrace the taste of spring, yes, spring is here! Step out of the dull and depressing house, wander under the blue sky and white clouds, be a child of the earth, be lazy Lying lazily on the green grass blanket without moving, holding a dog's tail grass, squinting and listening to the whispers; the singing of birds; the story of flowers... continue. Here, no one will say oops, the clothes are dirty; no one will say that the old man is still like a child; and no one will say that you are lazy before your work is over... She is like a mother, Unconditionally tolerate everything we have, let us roll around in her arms, let us cry, let us laugh... Embrace the passing wind with open arms, let her laugh and scold in our arms; run towards the wind with open arms , happy and sweaty. Embracing these flowers and plants with open arms is actually embracing the world...

The weeping willows swaying on the banks of the turbulent river, the flowers blooming on the asphalt road, and the tender grass by the roadside, all show the breath of spring. Open the window, and the smell of soil and green grass blows in, making people feel relaxed and happy. The fragrance of flowers and the wind come, let go of all the trifles, open your arms, embrace the taste of spring, yes, spring is here! Step out of the dull and depressing house, wander under the blue sky and white clouds, be a child of the earth, be lazy Lying lazily on the green grass blanket without moving, holding a dog's tail grass, squinting and listening to the whispers; the singing of birds; the story of flowers... continue. Here, no one will say oops, the clothes are dirty; no one will say that the old man is still like a child; and no one will say that you are lazy before your work is over... She is like a mother, Unconditionally tolerate everything we have, let us roll around in her arms, let us cry, let us laugh... Embrace the passing wind with open arms, let her laugh and scold in our arms; run towards the wind with open arms , happy and sweaty. Embracing these flowers and plants with open arms is actually embracing the world...