In Yunnan, spring seems to be warmer than usual. The deciduous trees in the distance have already grown leaves, and from afar, a little bit of tender green is the most beautiful color of spring. The wild flowers that climbed up the mountain also bloomed in clusters of red, white in patches, brilliant like a glow, white like flying snow. In the fields, rapeseed flowers have also bloomed and spread all over the ground.



The gentle breeze brushed over the lake, creating fine waves that reflected the azure sky. Like a paradise on earth.



In the early morning, the sunrise had just climbed out of the mountains, and the thin mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated. Someone carried a hoe to work in the fields, walked through the ridges, and the dew soaked their pants. A day's plan is in the morning, and a year's plan is in spring. Spring is a season for sowing hope. The old man sowed seeds on the land in the hope of a bountiful harvest.



At noon, the strong sunlight shone on the land in the southwest, as if it was a hot summer. There are very few people working in the fields outside, and the elderly are strolling on the road. When they meet someone, they talk to each other and talk about family matters. On the distant hillside, an old man sat on a field stem wearing a hat. Watching the cows grazing leisurely, after a while, the cows grew tired of this grassland and walked away without looking back. The old man picked up the whip and chased the cows, gradually disappearing from sight. The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and elderly people chatting on the roadside are also returning home or going to someone else's house to chat. Everything is smooth and natural.