Spring is coming, the wind outside said.
Think about going to see it, a bike, a card, and a stuffy heart for a long time.
The flower never learned to lie, and it bloomed brilliantly, the so-called Spring Festival.
I remember when I was young, when a grass grew out of the mud in the village, my friends would be so happy that they would come to water it every day and watch it turn green.
Now, apart from each other, I may have lost my interest in grass for a long time, and I will only say "Oh, spring is here".
Spring flower appreciation has gradually become a ritual, just like the Spring Festival. Spring Festival couplets and window grilles, which were once despised, are now carefully selected. The same is true for enjoying flowers. A few apricot flowers in the park, or the bright smiling faces in the botanical garden, are all things that we can't wait to do but have to be serious. Maybe it's a reverence for nature.
Recording every picture, it may be worthless, but the love of green can let me press every shutter in a leisurely manner, which is my favorite spring.
The wind said, "Spring is here.".
Appendix: Several photos taken at random, funny
