After the Spring Festival, time like a Mercedes Benz train, rumbling away the winter.
The snow on the roof has melted, the ancient trees are shaking their branches, the birds are singing in the wind, and the cold wind is gently retreating, only the bright sunshine, the warm air, the blue sky and the crystal water.
Small trees, green, ducks began to quack on the water, water birds flying
Spring is coming. Stepping on the steps of spring, I took some beautiful pictures of my hometown.