Winter jasmine is in full bloom and is loved by everyone.
Spring has come, and the flowers of spring are like the wings of an angel, falling on the ancient positive definite.
Birds sing yellow petals and knock at the door in surprise.
At the gate of spring, warm thoughts come from Baiyun Street.
Long-lost greetings have brought happiness and warmth to the new district.
My mood is like chrysanthemum in full bloom in autumn, the last fragrance.
Looking ahead, the road ahead is getting wider and wider.
Outlook is the only theme, and the life of the people in the new area is getting richer and richer.
At this time, I seem to see snowflakes flying all over the sky, imagination and reality.
The snow in the north is piling up, and it can't be stopped.
Footsteps are imprisoned by reality, and it is too extravagant to be unconstrained.
Just once, now I need such a snow to freeze my heart.
But reality can't stop venting all my snow.
Always open up a new world with the spring breeze, just like the opening of winter jasmine.
Many years ago, the red beans I planted in Xueyuan were still dazzling.
Time and beautiful ice still shine like red stars.
No one can stop the charming solo.
Confused by the snow, I can still carve the fragrance of a season.
Much like my mood, I smile after tears again and again.
I proved that the sunshine after snow always warms my heart.
I met Yingchun along my thoughts and suddenly wanted to do it.
A meta-leaf, let the breeze blow the jumping words.
Hidden in the book. After years of pottery washing, it's not bad.
It has a long history in the fleeting time, and life is a form of existence.
It's best to make snow sculpture a proud notice or a winter jasmine or a starry sky.
Add traces of rings, smiles and starlight.
Enough to touch people's hearts, enshrined in the hearts of people who understand.
Since then, I have welcomed every spring flower with flowers made of snow.
Appreciate yourself in the past.
After 365 days, watch it with your eyes closed.
The opening of the winter jasmine can't stop the warmth like spring.
The bird gate keeps calling, and life is so poor.
And the warmth of home has been lingering in my heart.
Grateful for the past, I hold my home tightly.
When I meet a storm, I never fall.
I don't care how much self-esteem other people's eyes kill me.
Stand up, I will live as beautiful and strong as you.
There are always days of getting old in the world, and I often forget that I will get old too.
Standing at the threshold of the season, look forward to the future.
How many times have I been so busy that I forgot the leisure and comfort I should have?
Will meet step by step, more perfect than the original self.
On this thanksgiving day, I saw
The winter jasmine is in bloom and the birds are singing happily in the tree.