What is spring? The birds on the branches are scrambling to say: it is the crisp and pleasant song before dawn, the fresh air and the warm sunshine.
What is spring? Yuan Ye, a warm wind blowing through the countryside, said: It's the fallen tree trunk that glows with new green, and it's the frozen pool that ripples.
What is spring? Flowers in bud say: it is the release of passion in the cold winter reserve and another round of recovery of dormant life.
What is spring? The tinkling spring water in the mountain stream says: it is the milk that nourishes all things in the world, and it is a hymn of life played with beautiful melody.
What is spring? Naive children say: it is a beautiful fairy tale piled with sand, and a colorful dream painted with crayons.