Sunshine bathed the plains, and the wind grazed the earth, waving through thousands upon thousands of small yellow flowers that concealed the naked brown soil left bare after the heavy winter snows had melted.
The wilderness was vast, as if blanketed with a layer of golden sunlight.
"Spring is here,"
Bi Fang stood on the field, and the air rushed into his nose, so fragrant that he knew without looking that in front of him was certainly a vast expanse of lush green.
From February to March, everyone witnessed the Rocky Mountains welcoming spring through drones, watching as the colors of the land transformed time and again.
The wind brought moisture and warmth from the Pacific Ocean, the snowline on the mountains continuously rose, the huge ice armor cracked, and the cracks flowed with snowmelt, sweet as honey.
