Girls read poems in pairs.

Looking at the depression in spring and summer, chaos brings vitality to everything, and yellow breeds a gray sky. Unwilling to hibernate, my heart stays at the lonely intersection and looks forward to the reappearance of spring. It's cold in winter, growling, blocking all the exits and cursing your majesty coldly. Heart, dropped to freezing point, as the gray sky began to dim. The north wind is raging, the sky overhead is getting lower and lower, my heart begins to breathe, and there is no news of spring at the lonely intersection. It's getting dark, my heart is anxious, my vision is blurred, and I feel helpless. There is light snow in the sky, snowflakes are flying, white, crystal clear, lonely crossroads, and pear blossoms are in full bloom! Pear blossoms, white the gloomy world, light up the fragile heart, and the heart begins to be clear and clean. The lonely intersection is still a persistent watch. Snow, melting, * * * mottled world of mortals, vicissitudes of life memories. Winter, continue, without the dignity of the past. My heart is waiting for loneliness as always, looking at the intersection ... the red plum in the distance is a bit strange. If you look at the bud carefully, it is thrilling. At the lonely intersection, red berries are the warmest clothes. The smell of plums melted the ice bed on the river, and a duck croaked and crossed the ice-breaking river. The willow branches twisted their soft bodies, and the buds poked their heads out quietly. The grass under yellow hastily changed into new clothes. Heart, still looking at the intersection, there is no loneliness, counting flowers and queuing for joy, one, two, three ... There is a father, pulling his children to the intersection, and the children's loud laughter echoes in the kite in the sky ... E799BE5BAE58685E5EB931333236396530 ... sitting. It turns out that life is so simple. As long as you look at it with your heart, there will always be infinite spring!