1, winter is reluctant to part with the curtain call, struggling to put down the last arrogance, wanting more, continuing the coldness and majesty of the past and giving a cold face to the coming spring.
2, open the window, drizzle silently sprinkled on my face, feeling gentle and lubricated, like a thin layer of Kim Jong Il cream, nourishing my skin, relaxed and free is still; The breeze gently brushed my face, like a lover's breath blowing on my face, with a faint fragrance, especially fresh.
The winding stone road leads all the way to the densely forested canyon. Pink peach blossoms, red apricot flowers and white pear flowers are everywhere, and the frozen river has already flowed and squeaked.
4. The fallen flowers are silent, only one bloom's happiness is hidden. Happiness is in my heart, and when I recall it, the fragrance disappears.
The mountain breeze blows the morning mist, like strips of white satin, gently and slowly covering the scattered villages with a thin layer of soft yarn. In the big banyan mango garden near the village, unique bamboo buildings are hidden in coconut groves, and everything here is dyed green.