Work, all kinds of things, long time not to mention the pen. And the day, but it is like a day, the water is like, and there is a lot of ferry. Lift the head, I found ancient and modern Beijing, It is full of spring.
Spring, it is already inseparable.
The most conspicuous, is the new green in the tree. The dry branches in the winter are tender, late, already full of bones, and the breakfast, indeed it is already two leaves quietly, into the crystal clear Light green, swaying in the wind, soothing the city in this building, and people in the steps: If they can also look at it; yes, this spring only needs fine eyes.
Looking back at the winter, it can be said that the sea is Sangtian. However, doing a favorite work, actually taking a hand, worrying each other; can say that life also caught up with the rhythm of this spring. The flower of the cluster is always blooming. Although I don't know what the sandstorm in Beijing is in this spring. But I really believe that spring has already started quietly with the belief and perseverance of Iraq.
Suddenly remembered that day, I was going to buy something, people came back late, GF hurried came out to find me: I said that she worriedly worried about my fear. The warmth of my heart rushed quietly.
Don't hide anything, don't doubt. This is not an old season of autumn; this is a seed season.
2005 early spring in Beijing
