We are in the middle spring now. This is the most beautiful time in a year. After lunch I go out for a walk, along a concrete road which is located between the river and the hill. The river clings to foot of the hill and circles the hill just  like a ribbon. That why we call it ribbon river. At the roadside, so many trees are blossoming, attracting bees to fly around. After a long sleep of winer, all the trees and grass come alive. All the tree begin to sprout, with  fresh yellow and green leaves. They are so adorable that you can't help touching them but are afraid to hurt them. In the river there are several wild ducks chasing each other. spring has a magic power, recharging all lives with vigor.