Buddha said, withered trees spring. I always feel that there is a good saying that spring comes out of dead trees. There is a glimmer of hope, but there is no hope at all. Looking forward to growing wantonly again in this barren life, waiting for the arrival of a vigorous spring, it should be so wanton. Spring comes out of dead trees, let's wait for spring to come!
Intention: Spring is the time when I get to know you and miss you
