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The small street flashed, and Zhou Su caught a glimpse of it. The magnolia flower was in bloom. It was white, not the unbridled white, but a green white. The flower shape and color were all deeply restrained, but showed a reserved strength. In this coastal city, magnolias are rare, but there happens to be a row of them on this street. They stand tall and pure, making the whole street look elegant. She stared longingly until the white and distant buildings and bare trees, which were constantly changing, blocked her. So, spring is here? However, Zhou Su's hands and feet were cold as he stood in the bus, and the handlebars in the bus were also cold. In her mind, there was an article comparing middle-aged women to magnolias. In fact, from another perspective, there is no comparison between middle-aged women and magnolias, let alone being afraid of the cold.

Wanfen was full of melancholy about the life he was about to face. She was going to work hard to adapt, to adjust, and to make a place in her heart to accommodate Xiao Pu. She gets up early in the morning to practice yoga. Lao Pu, who always likes to sleep in, also got up early because his son was coming back and he was a little excited. He stood aside and watched Wan Fen kneeling on his knees, bending back and putting his hands on his heels. He said with a smile: "Haha, my son is back and I am alive again." Wan Fen could still hold on for a while, but when he heard this, he retracted early, crawled forward, and stretched his hands forward on the mat. However, he could no longer feel the stretching sensation in his chest, shoulder and elbow muscles, and tendons, because he felt depressed again. After finishing the camel pose, she began to do the crane pose, kneeling on the upper arms and retracting her feet in the air. This requires concentration, arm strength and balance. She could hold on for a minute, but she heard Lao Pu say again that her son would stay at home for the first half of the year before he came back. Wanfen finally couldn't maintain her balance. Suddenly, her feet fell to the ground and fire came out of her mouth.

The hot summer weather has arrived in late spring, and the north is becoming less and less like the north. Chen Baoyun walked quickly, thinking, it must be more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the underwear in the sweater was stuck to his back. However, it's only a few hours at noon, and I'm still shivering in the morning and evening because I don't wear enough clothes. The leaves of the broad-leaved poplars on the street were as big as a baby's palm, so tender and shiny. If it weren't for this moistening effect, he felt that the whole street and the whole town would be on fire. Every Saturday morning, Mr. Chen spent his time in the Leyou Club. The Music Club is a well-known non-governmental organization in the upper city. Some literary and art lovers gather in the rehearsal hall of the cultural center to chat and arrange programs. On the last Sunday night of every month, there will be a social performance. During festivals, they also go to the military or community to perform condolences. Chen Zao was playing the erhu inside.