Deep Local Love

The continuous spring rain nourishes this ancient land and awakens the sleeping earth. In the fields, streams gurgled and tinkled. In the newly plowed rice fields, the excavated soil was soaked by the shallow water, making it appear particularly fertile. On the slope in the distance, the rapeseed flowers are already golden, like a golden ocean, swaying gently in the breeze. The weeds on the roadside have also regained their vitality, and the light yellow buds are rushing to poke their heads out, as if announcing the arrival of spring to the world.