After the warm rain, hundreds of birds chirp and swallows fly from time to time. By the pond, among the water and grass, frogs play hard in ensemble, singing the wonder of life.

The most naughty thing is the flying poplar catkins, as soon as the rain hits, the water is poured, as soon as it gets wet, it takes root in the soil, initiates buds, and comes alive.

These lovely little creatures, these wonderful and boundless moments of warmth, and these picturesque and poetic scenery that make people cherish memories are the truest roots of my short youth.

Although I come from the countryside, there are only flocks of chickens and ducks, and there is no RV to accompany me, but I don't envy the city people, because I have my trajectory, and I also have my Chenbao, which is infinitely beautiful in the countryside.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" 107, the warm rain queen (small essay) is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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