The spring and summer rain in the alley made a ticking sound on the tiles.
On the contrary, it adds a little boredom to the restless city.
There was an atmosphere of worry hanging over the hazy streets.
The autumn and winter wind by the river is still biting, blowing the clothes of pedestrians wantonly.
The sound of uncles riding three-wheelers outside the window is always heard all year round.
The cicadas were chirping under the banyan trees on the street, but the youthful face of the young man that midsummer was nowhere to be found.
If I could, I would trade my ordinary and short life for the four seasons in your life.
Purpose: Be happy every day!