It takes some courage to pay homage, in the summer when the reeds are lush. The red train we take goes in different directions. In the loneliness of the North, the wind and snow will wrap up your unwilling smile. The night is silent and the moon looks more decadent. Only in spring can we have the opportunity to see the sweetness of berries in the old rabbit's nest. The wind blows and the white scarf turns into clouds in the sky!