The whole hillside, ditches and rivers are filled with fragrant and refreshing breath. The wind blows slowly, scratching your face like dandelion fluffy balls, spreading out like willow branches, hugging your neck, and then opening a bottle of light honey wine in front of you.
In April, when citrus was in bloom, the white flowers all over the mountain were so fresh and beautiful.
The east side of the khaki hillside is bleak, and now it has become a green ocean. In the breeze, the ripples are rippling, and the white citrus flowers, like tiny waves, tell the news of spring to the blue sky and the whispering swallows and orioles.
In April, when the oranges are in bloom, the girls in flowered clothes twinkle in the green leaves.
They are busy spraying, fertilizing and pruning. They were careful not to touch a flower because it was a golden orange in autumn. The fragrance of citrus flowers makes their songs sweeter.
In April, when the citrus blossoms, our hearts are also blooming, emitting the fragrance of our happy life.