Praise your yard and send a word to your circle of friends.

In the morning, a silvery birdsong awakened the sleeping earth. I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes and came to grandma's farmhouse. I looked up at the sky and a fish-belly white appeared in the east.

Facing the rising sun, the small yard gradually became active. Look, that rooster, with his head held high and his chest erect, is crawling on the courtyard wall, quack, quack; Birds stand in the treetops, chirping like happy notes; Smoke curled up from the chimney, so warm, I think grandma must have started cooking.

Every winter goes and spring comes, and the ice and snow melt. Farmhouses in the north will produce all kinds of flowers: pear flowers are as white as snow; Peach blossoms are in full bloom and pink is lovely; Apricot flowers are in full bloom and colorful. The flowers on the tree are colorful, fragrant and pleasant, and open on the branches. Some are full of shame, just like girls;

Some are graceful and charming, which makes people daydream; Some are graceful and charming, and the spring scenery is sultry.