Spring Festival is the busiest season for people to migrate. Every highway is crowded.
All the way twists and turns, all the way around, we have no regrets and move towards a goal and hometown.
Across the river and across the province, rain or shine.
After countless mountains and bridges, I washed away the dust and finally returned to my hometown haunted by dreams day and night.
My parents are still talkative and still worry me day and night. But at this time, I can only say thank you.
Before the Spring Festival, it is a concentrated period for rural overhaul and construction, even for electricity.
The red flowers in the courtyard are blooming again, and the fragrance of flowers is floating in any corner.
Whether it is the bud that is about to bloom or the petals that are full of fragrance, the whole small yard is full of spring.
Like, the season of red and green is full of vitality and hope.
Enjoy a sip of tea and a day of leisure.