A native of Gansu, tell me about it.

My hometown is in Gansu, where the scenery is beautiful, rich and beautiful. No sooner had winter gone than the grass began to sprout. Birds are singing cheerful songs on the branches. I often stop to listen.

Apple, pear and plum trees are full of flowers. The grass is dotted with flowers and catkins are flying. Farmers' uncles are busy farming, and children play with pebbles, sawdust and clods in groups of three or five. Spring is coming.

In summer, everything has entered a new growth stage. The yard and the grass are full of blooming flowers, during which bees collect honey and butterflies fly. Unknown insects sing and jump everywhere. We often like to catch them and put them in small cages. We can often eat fresh vegetables. A stream flows down from the foot of the mountain. We often go there to catch small fish. Every evening after the rain, frogs can often be heard by the stream. In addition, we often chase cows, sheep and horses to play.