The size remains the same as before, the lake has not widened, and the huge trees have not grown taller, but the life force is much more vigorous.
Each drop of water from the lake looks like the purest mountain spring water, and the silverfish that occasionally leap out are bigger and more active.
Every leaf on the huge tree is verdant, the branches are lush with vegetation, the blue wind chimes sway in the wind, and bees buzz amongst the blossoms.
Everything in sight is brimming with life, a pure and unadulterated beauty of nature.
"There are butterflies!" Li Qianxia exclaimed.
A group of butterflies, vibrant in color, danced over Bird Nest Plain, occasionally circling the wooden house that Li Changzhou had just built, out of curiosity.
"It's a pity they can't get bigger." Li Changzhou was a greedy man; never satisfied, always seeking better, and once he had better, he wanted the best.
Take Yang Qinglan as an example, she was the have, the better, and the best.
