On the Tomb Sweeping Festival, the whole family used the excuse of visiting the cemetery to return to their village for spring outing.
By fortune, apricot blossoms had just started to bloom and a light sprinkle of snow the night before lent a unique charm to the scenery.
"Damn, it's beautiful." As Yu Jingting drove a tractor through the apricot grove, he breathed a sigh of admiration. He promptly pulled over and directed everyone to get off for photos.
"See, these are the remarks of those who don't study well. All they can remark about is vegetation," Suizi cheerfully displayed the intellectual's cultivation to the children. "The flowers are blooming beautifully, taking all the charms of spring."
"Both high-sounding and corny descriptions mean the same thing, don't they? Everyone, get ready! I will take a photo. Jiaojiao, climb up the tree. Mom, strike a pose by a branch full of flowers!"
