The spring breeze stopped sending each other, and the residual snow was heavy.

Thousands of mountains are slightly green and white, and the fragrance of thousands of waters is cold.

The festive season is approaching again, and the feeling of returning to the hometown is getting stronger.

I don't like to say goodbye to anyone in my life, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to part.

Thank you and the "year" as an old reunion, the sunset is red, the far south, and the reunion goes to the north township.

- "Spring Breeze Stops Sending Off"

Notes: Home, home, the wanderer is finally home.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" 163, my Spring Festival "Spring Breeze Stops" is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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