The spring breeze is blowing and the willows turn green. In the season of green, the willows bring the first touch of green in spring. Walking by the bank of Guazhu Lake, you can see the weeping willows in early spring growing new leaves, and embrace this joy of birth. In just one night, this light yellow will turn into light green and then to emerald green, swaying in the breeze.

Green is the echo of the wind, the aftertaste of light, and the dance of vitality. Along Guazhu Lake, when the breeze rises, the sighing of grass and trees stained with honey, mixed with mud and sweetness, will spread over the bank, and startle a group of egrets; the new branches of the trees will stretch in the breeze like the knuckles of a baby...

If the triviality of life gradually trap you in exhaustion, perhaps you can slow down, look up to the "universe" of a tree, and feel the vigorous vitality of plants and trees. Just close your eyes, feel the increasing warmth day by day, look forward to the rich and colorful spring returning to the Earth.