I don't know where to start, every winter will remember this poem, always give people a flexible hope.
I am afraid of cold, in such weather, I'm cold, but I still prefer a four-quarter place from the heart. It may also be because it has grown in such a place for a long time, I feel that it should be four seasons in the year. I have been waiting for a year in a selection of spring, and I have been stealing another three.
Only four seasons alternate is not colorful, but this is the simple reincarnation, it is enough to make life colorful. When you are getting used to summer heat and single, autumn wind begins to bring you changes; after the cold winter, one day, walk on the road, find that the sun is so warm, the branches have a green bud; from the box The clothes, some dusty tastes, see the short sleeves hanging on the hanger, can't help but wear this arm is still in the clothes outside, now I can't wait to wrap the whole body ...
This change makes people feel that other changes in the world have not perceived, so that my heart keeps the fresh, what is unknown, what will go to experience.
Don't have to think too much, those changes will come!
Written in the last day of 2004. Hust CJC Lab.
