In March on earth, a hundred flowers are full of shame and smoke. After a night of wind and rain, I came back and found my winter clothes and faded spring clothes. A "Cold Spring", I watched today's weather, went out in the morning and put on winter clothes. The pedestrians in the street are scattered and hurried, all lying to avoid the sudden cold in late spring, an armchair, a cup of hot green tea and a random book at hand, sitting quietly by the window, rarely having time to savor life, enjoy the time of cooking rain and start writing. When the flowers bloom, you laugh in the bushes, I watch the scenery in the bushes, and the people watching the scenery stand on the mountain to see us. Sitting on the grass slope, watching the clouds lying on the top of the mountain, the wind blows, the clouds roll, the fog clears and changes like a dream.