The spring breeze blows on the face like a tulle, and the light makeup of the people in spring seems to blend into the spring picture. I see the spring tourists walking in this natural picture, surrounded by thousands of flowers flying. As the people in spring fall one after another. The pear blossoms are pale, the cauliflowers are golden, the willow flowers hang down on the ground mustard flowers and exude their fragrance, the orioles begin to sing, and everyone in the fields has gone home. Through the delicate flowers, a few bells slowly send off the sunset.