The author is like a life.
Yuan Ye in spring.
Summer breeze by the stream
Autumn frost, sunny, deep yellow and purples
The vastness reflected by winter snow
Birds are chirping on the branches.
The little fish straddles the toes.
The frightened rabbit swished into the grass nest.
And crystal ice hanging.
How can you let people go?
Why not let people go?
Amber exists in thousands of years of condensation.
It's not just wine that precipitates cellar fragrance.
wind
Brought fragrance.
It also brings reality.
What is bright is an expectation.