The village is backed by the northern slope of the deer plain. The large and small ditch beams all over the original slope are strangely shaped. In a gutter, which should be the last lump of snow that has not yet been released, there are three or two outcropping green, faint green, tender yellow, that is Yin Chen, and when it grows tall, it is Artemisia grass, or it is called a stinky penny.

The tender yellow and pale green Yin Chen, who doesn't care about the crumbling and dirty snow that has not melted for many years, declares the weather of spring.

The peach blossoms bloomed, and pink clouds seemed to flow here and there on the slopes and rivers.

The apricot blossoms then bloomed, and here and there there were pink and white clouds that seemed to live and walk. The paulownia blossoms bloomed, and both large villages and small villages were shrouded in purple-red flower tents that suddenly burst out.

When the acacia flowers bloom, the first thing you smell is a fragrance that makes you can't help but take a deep breath, and then you are surprised that a layer of snow-white fat powder has been applied to the front and back of the house and on the slope.

When the wheat is in full bloom, the green wheat that covers the slopes and rivers releases the most alluring fragrance from the land to the fields and villages throughout the countryside, and pours it into the walls and windows of the crop yards.

The flowers of the Tsubaki tree can only be seen in the huge canopy and dense foliage, which can only be seen in clusters of pink and yellow, which is inconspicuous and has almost no ornamental value, but the fragrance is unforgettable.

The Chinese locust is about the last to bloom in the rural tree family, and the season has entered the Futian, and in the unbearable heat wave, smelling the fragrance of the Chinese locust flowers will suddenly calm down the anxious mind.

From the beginning of the second lunar month when the dragon raises its head to welcome the spring flowers, until the heavy snow fills the ground, the flowers in the villages, the original slopes and the rivers bloom one after another, and all kinds of strange fragrances come one after another.

Not to mention the red, yellow, white, purple weeds and wild flowers, as well as the golden chrysanthemums that cover the entire plain slope in autumn.

May is the best month to go, and that certainly means the scenery. The entire river and the original slope are decorated with the dark green of wheat, and it is almost impossible to see the bare land of the palm.

Overnight, the mesmerizing green field turned golden, like a magic clutch created at the moment of turning its hand.

The busiest wheat harvest of the year has begun, changing the slow, laid-back pace of the countryside that had been in place since late last autumn.

Red weed, the last crop of the autumn harvest, is usually excavated after the first heavy frost has fallen and the leaves have turned black.

In the damp and fresh earth, rows of freshly unearthed red weeds lined up often make my heart throb.

The leaves of the weak willow, which the literati called the last to take off their makeup in this river, are actually the most frost-resistant trees.

The willow leaves turn from green to green, from green to light yellow, until several times of heavy frost hit, the whole body becomes brilliant golden, and it is displayed in the river bay on the river embankment, or one or one plant, which makes people admire the tenacity of life and the dignity of life.

When the light snow drifted down from the gray sky, I did not feel the harsh winter in the countryside, but I felt a wisp of holy tenderness, and instinctively raised my face, letting the snow flakes fall and melt on my cheeks, on the bridge of my nose, and in my eye sockets, surrounded by misty and pure fields.

Until one day, when the snow fell and the slopes and rivers turned silvery, I could not resist some mysterious temptation, and went out in the pale light of dawn, and stepped out in the snow field where even the traces of the claws of a beast's hoofs and claws could hardly be found, and listened to the crisp sound of the good snow under my feet.

I often sigh from the bottom of my heart in these scenes, the countryside where I was born.