The long icicles under the eaves have disappeared, the barren land in the suburbs has sprouted little grasses, the willow trees along the river embankment have budded, and the breeze gently caresses the face, no longer sharp and biting.
—Winter has passed in the blink of an eye, and National Day's spring has finally arrived.
With spring here, one can forage for various wild vegetables in the wilderness to fill their stomachs. This time, there's no need for the school to issue notices; students naturally step out of the school gates and into the wild.
Who knew that many others had the same idea? In the suburbs and nature, elders, women, and children can be seen everywhere carrying empty baskets, wandering around.
Coming closer, people realize this spring, full of promise, has left the wilderness with barely any wild vegetables.
