A girl has three points of spring. When the four seasons cycle again, there will be one less spring. When spring comes for the last time, a girl has four points. The spring fills the green bowl and is with you. Don't be in a hurry to go back. Three minutes of spring, two minutes of sadness, and more wind and rain. The flowers bloom and fade. How many flowers are there? Let's sing loudly and stop complaining. I wonder where we will meet again next year when we have peonies?
Concept: Three parts spring beauty, two parts sorrow, and one part wind and rain: Two-thirds of spring has passed. Why not worry? The rest of spring is full of bitterness and bitterness