Spring is never late, summer is never late, autumn is never late, and winter never ends.
The long spring wind caressed the wilderness, caressing my heart which was completely barren, with new buds on the vegetation.
The chirping cicadas in summer play the sound of the sunny sky, playing the sound of silence and desire, blooming with flowers like brocade,
The setting sun of autumn renders the clouds and smoke, renders the disappearing words, and floods the forest.
The falling snow in winter cools the horizon, and the cool white butterflies fly, covering the thin quilt.
The wind brings letters from the four seasons.
It's all about you.
Purpose: record