The sunshine is warm in spring and the birds are chirping in the early morning.
The smoke from the houses is curling up, and the air is fragrant and sweet.
Having finished the morning meal in a hurry, I put away the pots and pans on the stove.
Two or three women and children in the countryside met to pick wild vegetables.
Carrying a homemade bamboo basket, chatting and laughing in the fields.
There are clumps of wild vegetables, green and lovely.