Mr. Fu

Spring The early morning light breaks through the clouds and haze, and everything is green and green. Yan language whispers through the willow alley, and peach branches bloom and reflect the clouds. Summer The breeze blows on my face and carries the fragrance of lotus, and the ripples of the clear water reflect the sunlight. The deep sound of cicadas in the forest gradually fades away, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright at the beginning of the night. Autumn The red maple leaves dye the mountains, the fragrance of chrysanthemums fills the sleeves, and the soul is in peace. The sound of the geese emptying out gradually fades away, and the cold crickets weep and dew as the night draws to a close. Winter Snowflakes are dancing and covered with green moss, everything is silent and the sky and the earth are white. The fire warms tea and the friendship warms, and we spend the night chatting around the fire waiting for spring to come.