Meet in the crowd, forget in the arena

This fleeting few degrees change, face remains unchanged. Time flies in the wind and rain, you and I miss it in the beautiful years. Nowadays, that long-sealed emotion can only be used to pay tribute to the lost time with a hint of sad words. Walking in the wind and rain of the world, fate

Life is but a dream, life as dream

On the last day of March, though it was still spring, and it was still my favorite season, and the Azalea still didn’t bloom all over the hillside, but my mood suddenly changed. With the hot season, with the strong sunshine and the coming of spring, I have strengthened my dream and accelerated the pace