In April, catkins flutter. Now I can finally understand the poem "You are April in the world". In April, neither cold nor hot, the temperature is just right, everything grows, the gray of winter is lightly smeared with bright green, the flowers of winter jasmine are at their peak, and the birds sing tirelessly on the branches because of the warming temperature . It's just the right month of the year. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com