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On New Year's Eve, when the last wintersweet blooms into an affectionate plant, the earth seems to be suddenly lifted out of the quilt. Before everything can hide, large areas are exposed. Occasionally, an impatient grass emerges from the ground. The willow branches turned green in a blink of an eye, shyly, like crazy. Although the wind was still chilly, the slender willow branches twisted their lazy waists to tease, and the wind ran all over the world forgetfully...

A farmer's proverb says: Rice turns yellow for a month, and wheat turns yellow overnight. The plump rice grains looked like shy girls, with their heads lowered. However, they were all "clucking" and laughing happily, as if they wanted to spread this plumpness, maturity and joy to every corner of the countryside. At night, when the southwest wind had just stopped, someone touched the back of the still shirtless man, and it felt cool. Turning around, I saw that it was Miss Qiu who had brought me a handful of North Wind rice seedlings, which made me feel less hot and irritated, and my face felt more comfortable. On the table, the smell of broad beans mixed with roasted barley made the men excited. The low-quality hookah was floating east and west, and the women were involved in one piece of gossip after another. At this time, Liuying was holding a lantern and looking for the lost treasure in the starry night.