Lovers

Spring is a rainy season, there is no trace of cold, but it brings me unlimited warmth.

This Sunday is another sunny day. I picked up my dad's camera and went to the countryside. Golden yellow rape blossoms, countless bees chased in the flowers, and a pair of lovers appeared in my camera. They hold hands together and look for happiness in the flowers, the face is filled with happiness, and the most eye-catching is the pair of loving old couples, whose faces are traces of years, and in them In the smile, I couldn't see a trace of depression. They leaned against each other, fingers and fingers, and didn't want the other person to leave. They added a new life to this piece of rape.

The lover who rested in the haystack was a little more beautiful. He helped her with water, gave her a back, told her a joke, made her happy, they beat each other, and they comforted each other, their faces. I can't see the troubles of a young man.

Second day: Wang Fengyu