At 8 o'clock in the morning, Yangcheng looks like it is at night. The darkness of the day and night is terrifying. The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, from hazy drizzle to pouring rain, and the thunderous sound echoes through the sky. The sound of rain, thunder, and wind seems to be beating the drums of spring, inadvertently disturbing those who are searching for spring with their souls intertwined. Is it possible that this spring should be spent like this. Perhaps trying to find spring in the darkness, I walked out of the house holding an umbrella. In the pitch black and waterlogged road, I searched for the spring spirit hidden in the depths of dreams and seasons. Finally, in the moist soil, I found a new sprout exploring my head and mind. As the saying goes, spring shoots after rain, there is a touch of emotion. The leaves on the new sprout are tender green, with clear patterns visible... Looking quietly at the new spring, I saw the Oriental cabbage butterfly fluttering its wings in the wind, spreading its wings against the wind, and finally stopping on this new sprout. Originally, butterflies are also searching for spring.
