Give "Fresh Green Bud"

occasionally,

Caressing the newly pumped green shoots that I loved

Like you

Accompanied by a touch of fragrance

Winter has not yet gone

Spring is not welcoming

You are like a new seedling of Lonicera

Quietly sprouting

Grow up silently

Not inferior, not worried

Dream is not fantasy

that

Is the power of dreams

Someone, secretly, tears for you

Sprout after snow

Don't provoke red dust, don't collapse

Like your fragrance

Light makeup, youthful years

Third day: ink points