Waiting for You to Look Back

I like afternoons. In recent years, I have been drinking tea at Liang Yi Xuan almost every free afternoon. As soon as he sat down firmly, the manager brought a pot of brewed Biluochun and said softly: "The new one, have a taste." I smiled back at her. Needless to say, she has withdrawn. Outside the window, the spring breeze blows in the willows, the grass grows and orioles fly, the water flows indoors, and the fragrance of tea floats. Oh? Is it already spring?