You see, the weeping willows on both sides of the road have changed into light green new clothes, and the breeze is blowing; Countless wicker swaying in the wind, like a fairy twisting her soft waist; Like a green ribbon woven with green silk thread. It's beautiful! In the farmhouse, bright red peach blossoms, pink apricot flowers, snow-white pear flowers and snow-white apple flowers are smiling. They compete with each other and open to each other, which constitutes the spring of a hundred flowers. Even the humble grass is not to be outdone, quietly sticking out its little green head from the soil. Looking around, the hillside is green. The lovely swallow and its parents also came back from the far south. They are whispering, as if to report to us: spring is coming! Spring is coming!