In the lunar calendar, February is like March in the post-modern era, the season when the grass grows and the birds fly. Though it's still somewhat chilly after the initial warmth, the scene is already teeming with life.
Xiaocang Mountain is beginning to turn lush and green, the willow trees by the river are budding, and the fruit trees on the mountain are also starting to blossom, making the scenery delightfully pleasing.
Moreover, it's time for spring plowing. At dawn, you can see people busily working in the fields.
Yang Ruxin wanted to go for a stroll, but the two moms were worried, so she dragged them both out of the small building.
Yang Miao casually broke some willow twigs from the trees along the way and started weaving them while walking. She also picked some flowers from the roadside and incorporated them, quickly crafting a delicate wreath, which she then handed to Yang Ruxin.
