Hello, Spring.

Everything grows in spring, looking at the budding flowers and lamenting the power of life. In a quiet winter, all life accumulates strength in silence. When the spring breeze blows, flowers bloom and grass sprouts. .....

I hope the spring breeze can blow over me, wake me up from depression and make my body and mind no longer tired. Perhaps, the spring breeze has exploded, but reinforced concrete has blocked it. We are not birds trapped in cages, but like birds, we are imprisoned in a busy, colorful, noisy and separated world.

I still hope that the spring breeze can blow over me and let me bathe in the sunshine and enjoy my life, instead of running around on buses, subways, buses and other means of transportation.