My Deepest Memory of Childhood
Slowly but quietly, spring is coming towards us. The weather is getting warmer and warmer, branches of trees begin sprouting new leaves, and all different kinds of birds fly merrily in the sky. Color is everywhere, above all green. It stays lighter longer, a wonderful respite from the dull, dark, dreary days of winder. Flowers begin to blossom. A new year, full of life, has begun.
Looking at the tender green leaves of the trees through the window, I can't help thinking of my childhoods. When spring is coming, wheat begins to grow after a long winter, and its small ...
