It is not a fragile flower, but always blooms in a happy season.
It is actually a willow tree, very beautiful.
In spring, watch it struggle to get rid of the shackles and grow proud green;
In summer, accompany it to watch the hateful sunset and look forward to the next cool breeze;
In autumn, let its fluttering catkins fall on my shoulders and listen to its deep voice and shallow singing;
In winter, I would like to watch the moon rise and set with loneliness and expectation in the cold wind.
Wang Yang sea, my heart turned to dust.