Some people say that when reading Spring Rain, we must read its moisturizing and silent tenderness.

Some people say that when you read the sea, you must read its majestic pride. Some people say that when you read lime, you must read the innocence of its broken bones without changing color. Some people say that when you read plum blossoms, you should read the tenacity of its proud winter.

Some people say that when you read white snow, you must read its white and beautiful beauty.

Some people say that to read the desert, we must read its open and heroic mind.

But when I think about it, I don't think so.

Reading the spring rain, we have to read the murderous aura of the needle drizzle in the cold spring, Song Shi Puji's "Five Lantern Huiyuan" volume 19 did not say, "The spring cold is steep, and the cold kills the young." "What?

Reading the sea, we have to read the cruelty of its roaring and turbulent waves, which has been proven to be frantic from time to time to unforeseen disasters.

When we read lime, we have to read the kind of pain that when it touches the wound, it is like cutting the strands, like piercing the buttocks, like breaking the beginning, and it hurts the heart and is indescribable.

Reading plum blossoms, we have to read its smile and smile are as cold as frost.

Reading Bai Xue, we have to read that it is cold to the heart, and it has made Mohe fall into the ruthlessness of more than minus 50 degrees.

And when we read the desert, we have to read its gentleness, yes, is it true that no one feels its virgin tenderness when stepping on the graceful yellow sand?