A Poem: The Most Beautiful Spring is in the Countryside
Mustard blossoms in a golden hue,
Wheat returns to green, days are long.
Bees buzz, dancing in the fields,
Butterflies flutter, busy among the flowers.
Cuckoo birds call from the sky,
The herdsman plays his flute, watching sheep and cattle.
The most beautiful spring is in the countryside,
Purple and red, a new vitality.
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