2. The spring rain is soft. I saw it beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain slides straight down and sometimes floats with the wind, leaving beautiful images of smoke, fog, yarn and silk. The splash of rain flower seems to be a beating note on the strings, leaving a beautiful melody.
3. In spring, it is not as hot and dry as summer, nor as cold as autumn, nor as cold as winter. But a season full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.