When I was in high school, I lived in a sunnier town in the south. The whole city is full of flowing colors. Spring, the rice field has been surging to the roadside, the dark green, green lag people. Once the rice is ripe, it is more excessive. The rice can be sun-dried on the asphalt road, and the bike is passed, as if rolling over the golden Avenue. It is the turn of the hot pepper day, the road has become a veritable "red Square". As for the Phoenix Tree, not to mention, it has to act once...