In the season of flowers, there is always a force behind her, silently guarding her. This is the spring breeze.

A hundred flowers bloom, warblers fly and butterflies grow, this beautiful spring is full of rich fragrance. The infinite vitality, coupled with the breath that penetrates the heart and spleen, there is always a kind of wonderfulness to cherish.

When the fragrance of flowers is full, it is not only the butterflies that are moved, but also the spring breeze. Fang Die's love was only a moment of possession, and after getting the honey that filled its limbs, it turned away, leaving only the remnant flower to cry alone, and it no longer asked.

And when the wind rises, it carries a thick pollen, fluttering with the wind, and it is a farewell. Every time we stay together, it is the spring breeze that guards with our lives.

The wind has stopped, and the spring breeze is no longer yesterday. And the pollen also rushed to the paradise of freedom and found true happiness.

The spring breeze loves her, and she never regrets it. We always think that flowers and butterflies are real lovers, right?

Looking back, the butterfly is like a playboy in the world, loving one flower after another. Because of its gorgeous color, it can be loved many times, but what about flowers, it is only loved once, and after one time, it will disappear.

When the butterfly gets the sweetness, it turns around and flies away, no longer nostalgic, leaving only the flowers to sigh in vain, which is the sorrow of the flowers' life.

And the spring breeze, although invisible, but its love, its love is a real embodiment, although it does not have the beauty of the butterfly, but it is really love: send pollen to the paradise where she should go, all the way together, all the way gentle.

Use life as waiting, love only one in your life, and never swerving until death. This is the love of the spring breeze. The best thing in life is to meet you and fall in love with you.

Although this life will turn into nothingness, grow old with you and no longer regret 、、、 (Spring Breeze Leave a Pen)

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