The Names of Those Years

# ExtraWishingSeason# When spring returns, all things will grow, and the wind will warm the world and make the world peaceful #fansinspired# The ice and snow melt, the cold gradually recedes, and spring quietly spreads over the world with tenderness and hope. It is not as warm as midsummer, not as quiet as autumn, and not as cold as winter. It only takes a drizzle, a breeze, and a touch of fresh green to wake up the earth that has been sleeping for a long time. The spring breeze is the gentlest messenger. It blows through the branches and wakes up the sleeping branches; it blows through the fields and dyes the boundless wilderness green. It moves slowly and slowly through the streets and lanes, passing over the eyebrows and eyes, bringing with it the freshness of the earth and the fragrance of flowers and plants, gently brushing away the fatigue in people's hearts. The spring rain is delicate and lingering, falling in patter, moistening the dry land, washing away the dust, and allowing all things to stretch and live in the moisture. The air after the rain is particularly fresh. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed and comfortable.

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