The drizzle is like silk. Apple trees greedily suck the dew of spring. They put out green branches and laughed in the rain and fog. When spring is coming to an end, the apple trees are full of pink and white flowers. These lovely flowers look like snowflakes from a distance. The flowers bloom backwards, and the apple trees are covered with small blue apples the size of jujube stones.

Summer is like apple green in bud. The delicate raindrops on that branch set off the blue sky and white clouds. Busy farming and spring ploughing have ended, and now the mountains are covered with lush trees. Look carefully, there are three or five groups of red, green and green headscarves under the leaves. The sun is like fire, as if it were summer, and the sun shines through the leaves among the trees. With a red light on my face, I narrowed my eyes and bowed my head to continue my work.

A few months later, these lovely "Apple babies" became beautiful "Apple girls". You see, some of them are wearing gold gauze skirts, some are wearing pink trench coats, some are wrapped in red and green kimonos, and some are wearing fiery red coats. In the sun, their clothes are shining with charming brilliance, which is really beautiful and moving.

Our childhood is from spring flowers to autumn snow, and small apples are from green to mature. Every grass and tree here carries memories and irresistible green mystery. Now, the pink one in front of me, I quickly help it put on new clothes in the same way. ...