Yanjing City in February is like an ink painting, quietly spreading between heaven and earth. At this time, it is the beginning of spring, although there is still a little winter cold, but the air is already filled with the breath of spring.

The willow trees on both sides of the street, with their branches hung with ice and snow that had not yet completely melted, seemed to be a string of crystal clear beaded curtains. The breeze blows, gently swaying, and making a rustling sound, as if telling the story of spring. In the old alleys, red lanterns are hung high, adding a touch of festivity to this quiet winter day.

In the streets and alleys, there are more laughter from adults and children, and it is clear that the atmosphere of the festival has become much stronger.

Speaking of which......

"1979 My Literary Era" Chapter 451 In front of and behind the scenes is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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