Spring days linger, grasses and trees flourish luxuriantly. Orioles sing melodiously, and people gather artfully.
The spring scenery was bright and charming. Unnamed insects hissed and buzzed in the grass, and grasshoppers leaped lightly among the blades. The sunlight was so warm and gentle, while flowers and trees brimmed with vitality and lush growth. Orioles poured forth their hearts in song, and graceful village maidens leisurely gathered fragrant artemisia.
Yet at this moment, this delightful picture served merely as a backdrop for the conversation of a few people who lacked any appreciation for such romance. Still, no one would ever consider it a waste, because compared to their elegant and striking bearings, even the most breathtaking scenery could only be reduced to a supporting role—they merely sat there, and it was enough to captivate everyone's gaze.
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