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Spirit, in a sense, is a spirit. This spirit is not unique to humans. Everything in nature has its own life attitude and soul. Spirit, in my perception, is ordinary worldly warmth. In the midwinter of March 9th, in the countryside, I once discovered that among the withered grass, there were faintly speckled businesses, and in the sunny corner of the courtyard, there were shy and timid green flowers. Did early spring come quietly at the end of winter? From this little hint of spring, I seem to appreciate the meaning of spring. This book mainly tells the little-known stories behind plants, trees, insects, fish, rural scenery, and folk customs. The author uses his own unique perspective to discover and interpret. The vegetation, scenery, birds and animals are all described in detail in the book, and their souls are outlined in words and vividly displayed on the paper.