The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, which can only be vaguely felt. It is like a gentle world, shrouded in it, like a dreamlike dream. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind" Listening to the splash under your feet and touching the soft rain is really a rare comfort and leisure.
Spring in March is the breeding season, and everything is in the bud. The wicker swayed gently, and the tip of the wicker touched the water slightly, causing general ripples. "Poplar smoke is lighter than that in Han Xiao", willows curl up, and endless light green is everywhere, feeling the refreshing gentle touch. I believe that at the end of spring, accompanied by flying catkins, it is another touching beauty!