Slowly become a memory
And those who are full of human warmth
story
White ward, flustered operating table
My family and friends are surrounded by my "happiness"
Repel the fear of early spring
cold current
Nowadays, I can hear birds singing every day.
Echoes in the sky
They suppressed their feelings for a winter.
Give without reservation
Earth and forest
close one's eyes in repose
Think of wild orchids by the river in my hometown.
Be like a star.
be filled with joy
Golden willow by the river.
I believe it can't wait to sprout.
As a result, I thought of Xiao Hong.
And her "March in a Small Town"
Aunt natui
Destined sadness,
March is destined to be my memory.
Birds talk seriously and sing tactfully.
Get up early and get greedy.
Let my memory fade for a while.
They have been singing.
Afraid of missing spring.
This spring, but
I will miss spring.