Spring: That Hint of Green, Almost Nonexistent
Spring is the blossoming plum blossoms of Fang in the melting ice, radiating a motivating and energetic spirit, interpreting the unwavering pride and pristine uniqueness of human nature.

Spring is the first northward flight of wild geese, bringing warmth from the south and a refreshing east wind and drizzle that spurs the growth of all things.


Spring is that subtle hint of green, guiding people's steps forward; in those measured steps, grass turns green, water turns azure.
Sky turns blue.


Spring is the inquisitive little seedlings and swelling buds, gazing with curious eyes at this beautiful world.

Spring is the fluttering butterflies, busy honeybees, the song of orioles, the murmurs of swallows and low-flying birds, and the steadfast climb of snails.
Spring is the fragrant apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and magnolia blossoms, the fiery red cotton blossoms, a dazzling array of red, green, white, and purple hues.


Spring is an endless expanse of green, boundless yellow, boundless hope, and boundless vitality and masculinity.


Spring is a journey of hope, a journey of striving, a journey of sowing, a journey of pursuit. We entrust our fatigue to the blue sky and cast away our sorrows to the vast grasslands.

Spring is humanity's most beautiful feast, a season eternally filled with love and hope and warmth!