Reading Thought of Wolf King (Poetic Style)

Walking in the spring breeze, although it is very warm, it is still the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. There are no three glasses of light wine, only white snowflakes in twos and threes in early spring moisten the mood and accompany the fleeting time. Look at the parents who used to be middle-aged, but now their hair and sideburns are white. Looking at the once innocent brothers and sisters, it is already middle age. Look at my daughter who used to babble. She is as young as I used to be. I have to feel that the past years have really gone too far, far away is beyond my reach.