Spring in the south always comes early and stays for a long time.
The warm sun shines on the newly emerged leaves, and there are layers of mottled spots on the ground.
Jiang Muqiang cheered up and looked at the old photo album in his hand. The spring water behind him washed away a pool of pear blossoms.
The sound of records slipped out from under the eaves of someone's house, and it was so intermittent that one couldn't tell whether it was a southern tune or a northern accent.
With a slight sound, the photo album fell to the ground.