Thoughts of spring

Where is Spring? In the branches? Blossoming flowers, in the trees? Sprout willow leaves green. In the lake? Slight ripples. Dip the ink to paint the spring mood, paint a curtain of rain, the wind is soft. Paint a touch of sunset drunkenness and birds returning home. Draw a moon lotus pond with rain petals. Years flow in the water, spring drunk in life. In this spring breeze, I am still me, and I have never changed. Maybe it's the vicissitudes of time, maybe it's you who have changed. That heart, through the years, inevitably quietly stained with autumn frost, inevitably pierced by spring water. But the love is the same, but the affection is unswerving. The cool autumn breeze, the slowly falling flowers and leaves, the love words that enter your ears, and your thoughts at night, your heart is also slightly warm.