Spring is late and depressingly gone
Suddenly one day, the wind blows and the rain moistens, and the spring flowers bloom
Oh spring!
Youth is a window, open it to the world, close it to yourself
To the left, to the right, there are passers-by, passing by, facing each other, running in opposite directions.
Well, smile!
In the exciting season, go on a date before it ends
Give me your heart, give you my hand
When spring comes, the swallows return.
The flowers are half in bloom, and our story is unfolding...
Attached is the convenient door:
Intention: