In late spring, the grass grew crazily and the birds were flying around. Wherever the drizzle passed, the flowers bloomed. The entire Spring city was filled with the fragrance of spring.
The raindrops dripped down from the eaves, making small puddles on the bluestone slab. In the birdcage hanging on the beam, the chirping of the yellow oriole and the crisp sound of the rain were even more beautiful than the music played by the best musicians.
At the end of the corridor, a young girl ran over in a hurry. This girl was wearing a peach-pink embroidered long dress. The color was bright and cute, but she held the corner of the dress with both hands and looked a little comical as she rushed over. Her skin was wheat-colored, and she looked lively and mischievous. As she rushed over, she shouted, "Little cousin! Little cousin!"
"Sister, slow down!" The young man behind her shouted, "The ground is slippery. Be careful not to fall!"
