At the beginning of March every year, there is still a little chill in the breeze. If you calm down, you will have five feelings. In a big green elf, listen to the rustling, and the rustling goes straight into the cochlea. Accompanied by it, it is a sharp and tender vitality that gradually breaks through the ground.

At this time, in addition to digging a bite to eat, they are still thriving, pumping water for bamboo wine day and night.

In mid-April, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the spring breeze brings a little warmth, and green also rises in Ran Ran. The sound of frolicking came from a distance, calling for the joy of friends. A closer look reveals that everyone is holding small chisels and smelling fragrant rice wine. They carefully cut the small hole, injected liquid into it and sealed it with a small bamboo piece.

Another spring breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of bamboo. They are climbing the sun and trying to grow. Everyone knows that only the tallest tree can survive the heat in winter.

The next spring, when the bamboo leaves parted, a faint fragrance got into their nostrils, and they knew that another life cycle had begun.