The cherry blossoms in Kyoto are snowing, and the petals falling one after another are the auditors measuring spring colors. They are cracking the key to winter in the @ bubblemaps protocol. At this moment, while Amazon's butterflies are stirring up a hash storm, I am talking to the animals of spring. The groundhog said: We must all start spring plowing, we must plant vegetables on the chain, BMT is a photosynthesis token, you don't understand what this really means! The sloth in Brazil is muttering to himself, 'Where is the burnt green I pledged?'? Can I exchange it for a complete banana? Can BMT be faster than me? This is absolutely impossible!! Italian bees are on vacation in France, discussing the frozen position in the bear market. Can they be melted by spring bees or continue to use the power of BMT to cause trouble? Only the ignorant neighbor's second dog asked me, 'Bingbing, what block is spring hidden in?'? I was speechless and said to Er Gouzi, 'You can call me Frog Frog or Ice Frog, but you can't call me Ice Ice.'. Er Gouzi said, 'Okay, Bing Bing.'. fine， I forgive it, after all, spring has arrived, and BMT is blowing the frozen chain noise into a data rainbow that can be understood. What else can I not forgive? Only Amazon's parrot yelled at me, 'We will never forgive airdrops for their wrongdoing. In spring, we must encapsulate their sins into smart contracts!'! fine， There's really nothing to say about it. At this moment, the old abbot of Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto spoke up, and his weathered voice penetrated the entire blockchain world: Kyoto's Falling Cherry Blossoms Speak First Pledged to Pilgrims Holding BMTs!! ok，fine！