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Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave

Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave

The scales are glowing, and the wild hagi honeysuckle tree. The skinny finches forage back, and the white feathers have no habitat. Snow stops the tourists' steps, and the heart speaks to the spring wind. Outside the mountain, the shadows of idle clouds and geese come, and they go sadly and look for the spring road.

Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave
Bu Operator Snow Queen Nanshan (Leaning Sound Filler, Xu Tian Body) - Yellow River Wave

On the way to spring

Maybe it's after the rain, maybe it's a wake-up, maybe it's a wisp of the first sun, and spring is quietly coming. With crisp and pleasant birdsong, with purple and red flowers, with a vibrant breath, spring, quietly came.

Along with the intoxicating spring breeze, we walked into Sakura Park. "I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." In early March, the willow tree pulls out its young buds, and the leaves are slender and lovely. The breeze struck, and the thin branches of the willow tree flew softly like the girl's hair. There is no such thing as a cold winter bare appearance. I wanted to fold a willow branch and play with it in my hand, but I couldn't bear to destroy her weak appearance, so I had to give up.

Along the way, we saw pure and flawless magnolia flowers, bright yellow and lively spring flowers, blossoming violets, and those unknown but brilliant wildflowers.

It seems that the earth has long since taken off the cotton jacket of winter and replaced it with new clothes in spring. The original seriousness, dullness, and cold are all blown away by the warm wind, and the vibrant spring scenery dresses the earth as a beautiful girl.

Editor: Zhang Yaozhong

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