"The Song of All Things for the Spring Breeze"

On the twenty-ninth day of February, the sunset, I have a long road on it, and I feel that life is bland, like twilight, and its road is leisurely and there is no end in sight. Although the spring breeze blows for ten miles, and all things are everywhere, they are lonely.

The people who travel in spring are holding hands, the people who go out are talking and laughing, China is green, and no one is resetting the sunset. The green leaves rustle, the clouds roll up and the clouds are shu, this is clear, suddenly, the red dust is faint, the number of luck is misty, the long night is long, where is the road?

Flowers and brocade, swaying with the wind, the road is born, the spring breeze is send, silently moistening the field, there is rice, silently falling on the sky, there is warmth. Spring, spring, you send everything warm, why can't I Su!

When can you give birth to half a day of leisure, when can you pour the sound of the economy, where can you find green grass, just roll up to sleep here, and forget the worldly dreams for years!!

The cold rain of the day before yesterday was over, and now the bleak wind disturbs my heart, the fog cage on the way to the road is no longer there, the way back is divergent, the world is vast, the mulberry fields are blocks, the sea is early, it is difficult to make waves again!

26 March 2017

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