April, a lukewarm season, a love like lime.
The road of life is like a No. 7 Bus. It starts at the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, passes through the school, the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the nursing home, and ends at the crematorium. And on April 7th bus, the cherry blossoms were in bloom all the way. I watched the flowers blooming on the bus and passed through all kinds of life and the final crematorium.
Mission: Bravery and light