I used countless winters in my youth in exchange for a warm spring. Since I came to this world consciously, my favorite season is the snowy winter, and the most hated season is my summer. I always feel that only in winter, the whole world will quietly nest in their own caves, storing energy for the coming year. Don't look quiet and lifeless on the outside, if you lift the thick blanket of snow and burrow into their underground kingdom, into the all-encompassing dream world, you can see that they are busy and diligently cultivating their land. Just wait for the moment when spring returns to the earth, and the most beautiful flowers will bloom.

Different hearts all have the same dream - watching the flowers bloom

I often hear people say, "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?", and I pouted my lips with disdain for this. I think everything is on my own. From Dongyue to spring, if you don't experience a few months of ice and ice, how can there be a last-minute rush to bloom. This world is cruel, and 'natural selection, survival of the fittest' has always been an eternal rule of survival. It's like the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination. The bridge is only a little bit wide, but there are thousands of troops who want to cross it.

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If you don't try to climb forward, you'll be stepped on by someone if you're not careful. was even pushed down the abyss and never recovered. This bridge was also the first hurdle in my life, and fortunately I crossed it. That's why I know that that sentence is not a lie. In fact, I have also whispered alone on countless starless nights. Looking forward to the dawn. No matter how difficult or dark it is, we cannot abandon the hope in our hearts. Only when there is hope can we have the courage to move forward, don't we?

Spring is the season when a hundred flowers bloom, the season when the struggle begins, and the season when sowing seeds. She brings warm beauty to the world of slaughter and brightens the mood of the depressed people. When the first wave of warm water returns, the light greenery begins to emerge, dotted with the joy of life. The spring breeze blows again, and the warbler flies and the grass grows. The streets and alleys are full of laughter and warmth. The situation in front of you is good, but you can't indulge in it. Don't be complacent for the new green that emerges in front of you, the sublimation of green requires persistent growth, and don't be reluctant for some attractive floral fragrance, the fragrance of fruit requires hard work. Without the dedication behind the strength, where can there be success.

Even if the days of waiting for the flowers to bloom are far away.

Although, occasionally, doubt yourself.

However, I can't give up the bud in my heart,

A song that has been passed down for thousands of years, who sings it under the moon. One foot plain white, with red makeup on her eyebrows. Dancing shadows, for whom to dye white hair. The people looked at each other, waiting for the wedding veil of the flower to bloom.