C58 Juvenile Lecture

The clear sky had traces of a clear blue, as clear as a gem. It was a warm, sunny day. All kinds of flowers were blooming on the hill behind the bamboo garden. The fragrant scent of flowers, the melodious sounds of birds, and the cool breeze were all rare and beautiful.

Xiao Yu Fei ran happily with the kite in her hand. The kite flew high in the air. Under the sunlight