Spring is the beginning of all good,there is a gentle breeze,countless flowers,and the change of all things.I like the transition of time,the bud on the branch open gently,a stone into the pool of ripples.
There are many tired of the moment,will be rushed into the eyes of the Yellow by the cure.If you have a whole spring,run to meet it.Life is dull,but when you run,it’s windy.
The wind will remember the warm fragrance of each flower,meet the camellias that sneak in,the hidden primroses,and the Cherry blossoms that fill the yard.The spring breeze trembles the instantaneous,steps to visit the mountains and rivers,the eyeful all has your gentleness.
It's windy when you run
