Winter breeds spring but not spring. When spring comes, her ice-clear skin gradually awakens into a trickle of spring water, selflessly irrigating the greedy sucking seedlings. When the flowers bloom everywhere and are full of vitality, and when we hear the sound of heart jointing, she has completed her historical mission for a year, quietly returned to heaven with the gratitude of spring, and is waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.
I held the grass ring full of hope and watched him slowly disappear from my sight. I sat together with a smile and realized that this grassland was so green and vibrant.