Spring breeze blowing slowly, blowing warmth, blowing warmth and hope; Spring rain, sprinkled with hearts, moistening expectations and dreams; Spring flowers quietly open, open a smile, fragrant longing and yearning.
That kind, beautiful and tender feeling, once again sprouting in the heart, emits bursts of fresh, filled with intoxicating fragrance; that touch of true feelings, once again ignited by passion, embellishing the most beautiful spring years.
Not all expectations will meet people's wishes, not all dreams, can become a beautiful realization, and those beautiful aspirations are like a beacon, shining our life's journey and direction of the future.
No matter how the years change, the once beautiful innocence will not change with the passage of time. Time will not desalinate friendship, the temperature of memory will warm every promising future.
Spring is a touching poem, with picturesque dreams and hearts. Spring is a fresh and elegant piece of music, with lingering sounds and affectionate singing. Let's go into spring together, inspire piano and serpent together, and tread poetry far away...