Early in the morning, President Ye woke up, washed up, and stood on the balcony for a good stretch. Before he knew it, it was already mid-April.
If President Ye were to use the "Spring Has Come" essay he wrote back in elementary school to describe it, it would go like this:
"In the schoolyard, you can hear the birds chirping in the trees; the flowers by the roadside are blooming, showing off their beauty; the grass is poking its little head out from the soil, and dew drops are sliding down quietly. Take a deep breath, and your nose is filled with the scent of earth and fresh grass—this is the taste of spring."
Now that he was an adult, President Ye wouldn't describe it like that anymore. At most, he would simply say:
"Spring is here, the season of renewal. And in this season of renewal, it is the perfect time for nature to engage in some wonderful reproduction."
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