It was March, spring was warm and flowers were blooming, and the breeze blew across the treetops and grass, warmly awakening the earth. After a drizzle was misty, apricot flowers stood on the branches, and the tenderness of peach and pink wrapped around every person who longed for beauty. I sat in front of the window and looked at the book. The half-open window caressed my face through the slight breeze, and the warm sunlight was printed on the book.When I was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my mother gently pushed the door in and said gently: The weather is so good, don’t stay at home every day.