Through the rainy season, only lonely leaves are left.

You know we are natural friends, and we don't care what each other thinks, although there are north and south. I hope that when I miss you, you can also think of me in Beijing at some point, or let me hear your laughter on the other end of the phone.

The leaves turn green little by little in the sun, and the sun is coming. I want to get some air outdoors. In the reinforced concrete building in this suburb, I suddenly feel a little depressed and afraid of exciting days, even though I know I like roses like that very much.

Listening to the thunder in a quiet place, there are still many days when pedestrians leisurely enjoy the unique leisure on this land and enjoy the faint happiness alone. When you are not looking for any spring water, your happiness has come quietly.

People need to have some motivation to discover themselves, and each stage needs special efforts to achieve it. Blue sea water, sprouted willow green, fragrant coffee and a complete garden are like a fuzzy oil painting melting slowly.

I like the unique style of doing things. I have wonderful texture, my favorite hero, my favorite fitness program, my good friends who can't be around, and the happy life I earned through my own struggle.

Tomorrow, Beijing will welcome the first rain this spring. This spring is the day when geese fly north. He will cross the snow-covered peaks, fight against the bumpy clouds and return to the place that gave him strength and memories. Although the road is long and the process is firm, the belief was realized in this spring.