She turned her head and looked out the window. It was spring again in March, and a peach tree sprouted in the yard overnight, its branches swaying in the wind. She smiled weakly, with a charming blush on her face. Looking at the peach tree, she seemed to see a large peach forest - the peach blossoms bloomed like pink clouds, and when the wind blew, the pink petals fluttered in the air like butterfly wings. Is that peach forest finally resurrected?
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