In a countryside, in spring, the plants begin to gradually revive and draw their branches and leaves. There are clear rivers, turquoise mountains, verdant trees and colourful flowers. The river reflects the willows on its banks and when the breeze blows, they seem to be looking in the mirror while combing their hair and taking their time to admire their beautiful silhouettes. The birds are singing and the butterflies are dancing beautifully, making for a vibrant scene.
In the summer, people come and go, tractors pass through the bustling crowds, children play and adults express their opinions. The girls cover their mouths and laugh; the grandmothers meet and hug each other and talk and laugh together, as if they had white hair and a childlike face.
In autumn, Grandma Autumn came and she brought back a flake of gold that shone brightly. It is glistening in the sweat of the farmers, and in the end every drop of sweat turns into gold, gems, and those who give more, get more. The farmers are busy with their home-grown fruits, vegetables and so on. The river gurgles as if to applaud the harvest season. The wild geese return south, adding beauty to autumn as they They show their manners and make it more vibrant.
In winter, the wind is biting and cold, and the wind blows and moves people. This is the south and it doesn't snow, but sometimes a bit of frost falls at night. In the morning it is even colder, making you put your hands in your trouser pockets.
This mountain village is packed with priceless treasures of laughter, beauty, sweat and more, and if someone were to accidentally burrow in here, they would become a free bird soaring and fluttering, and their own inner feelings would vibrate here for a long, long time.
In this village there was a child who was born. His mother named him “Lin Sen”. When he was two years old he grew very thin, so his parents bought him pearl powder from the city and gave it to him, and gradually he grew up to be