It was a sunny day. Lying on the wildflowers which covered the field, Zhang Tie was biting a grass stalk and appeared to have fallen asleep, eyes closed, hands under his head, in the enchanting breeze.
Above Zhang Tie's head, there was a huge green umbrella of a dragon-pattern tree which was higher than 20 m. It could rightly serve as a shelter for Zhang Tie. Only broken sunlight penetrated through the gap between swaying tree leaves and cast onto Zhang Tie like silver pieces. It felt warm, pleasant yet dark.
This hillside which was covered with red, pink, purple and white wildflowers was pretty vast. Looking into far, it was all a sea of blossoms within 10 miles. Nobody could be seen here. Besides happy bees flying among flowers, Zhang Tie could also smell the fragrance of flowers facing the breeze every once a while. In addition, Zhang Tie could hear the "rustles" of leaves of the dragon-pattern tree above his head rocking in the breeze.
