In the evening, in the bamboo forest of Liuyun Mountain.

The leaves of the bamboo have long since fallen off, leaving only the dense bamboo, which is strong in the wind. The end of winter is near, and the cold wind is still biting. The sunset slowly sets, taking away little by little the residual warmth

Before you know it, the snow is falling again.

This situation is exactly what it is,

Layers of snow have been stacked, hitting the foggy and cloudy sky.

The Yinyin Mountain is the color of the trees and trees, and the fantasy blends into the scenery.

It was night, and there was a bit of mist.

The moonlight is hazy, but it still reveals a bit of light.

In early spring, even this extremely cold place in the northeast has a little spring breath.

The breeze quietly penetrated thousands of households in the red dust, and the spring flowers sprouted one after another.

It won't take long for the flowers all over the sky to decorate the whole world with beautiful and gorgeous colors.

The breeze was blowing, stained with some dampness. With a tick-tock sound, it started to rain.

The rain washes and moistens all the dust and mud, and the earth enjoys the irrigation of rain and dew.

This situation is exactly what it is,

The cold winter is gone, and the dead wood is gone, and the flowers are gone.

Ganlin infiltrates all things for a long time, and the lights of thousands of homes are a little real.

If you want to dig a grave if you are dissatisfied, you will be content and happy.

How can you go your own way for a long time, and keep peace and the world.

Killing creates the suffering of killing, and compassion also nourishes compassion deeply.

The truth is not to be said, but it is difficult to find such a doer.

At this time, it is Shengchun, and the sun is strong but it does not hurt. The whole valley is full of strange flowers, competing to open up.

Spring blows the earth, spring flowers bloom, a sun resumes, snakes and insects are busy when they wake up.

The flowers are delicate, the fragrance of the flowers strikes, the breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is full of ten miles of valley.

The mountains are emerald and shining, and the scenery of mountains and rivers is infinite.

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