The tradition of listing at the beginning of winter continues to be passed down, and the story of the group continues...
"My dear, I say you are the vibrant green hills, the falling jade, the vivid picture. I say you are the dry firewood burning in the warm fireplace. The noisy heavy rain outside my window in the early morning. The sleepy kitten in the grass under the sun. I say I like you."
"You are my unnamed love poem
You are the endless mountains, you are the sunflowers outside the window, you are the landscape between my eyebrows, you are the poems I whisper when I am in a daze, you are the lonely clear spring.
And I am an ordinary acquaintance among all living beings, a small raindrop in the heavy rain, and an inconspicuous moss.
I just hope that the endless mountains can make noise for me, so the wind quietly rises in the mountains.
My boring world has become a little more interesting because of your presence. I think you should be
It is the love spectrum of the four seasons when spring rain meets
It's the sunshine in the winter.
It's spring and scenery ten thousand times"
Concept: Youth Campus