——Spring comes strangely, everything stands, the east wind passes by, the green begins to bloom, the sun begins to be warm, walking in the four seasons, reading the earthly scenery, spring is not only bright and obscure, but also warm and cold in the world.
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In February, the spring cold is still expected to be steep, but it is good, you can already hang your mood on the new buds, the early knots of the flower bones, cast your eyes on the direction of the gaze, take stock of the past in the intersection of time, and wait for the flowers to bloom.
The flowers are similar every year, the years are different, looking back at the four seasons, winter becomes the old scene, spring comes to the present - the flow of years is mottled, the years are dead, and then the plain days, as long as you are willing to grow, time will take you to the places you want to go.
The spring breeze gently shakes the time, the sunset gradually dyes the green silk, listens to the wind and groans, smells the grass fragrance, waits for the heart to settle, and waits for freedom.
The book says that the world is its own snow, and each has its own obscurity and purity.
In the lazy afternoon, the time seems long and boring.
Fortunately, the moon flowers have grown new shoots.
Think about it, this predetermined spring blossom, when the time comes, it must be very beautiful, and the time will be less boring.
The east wind blew through my garden, and more moving than the sound of the wind was the sound of the plants pulling together, and the hopes of the fools.
Well, I'm not in a hurry, I wait slowly, I believe in the power of the East Wind!