Another spring breeze

Life is like a dream, and it’s still awkward. When the perfect childhood in memory has already been on the yellow side, the dazzling morning star in the sky has long been dull, leaving only the mad spring breeze blowing, I know that the once watery years have drifted with the wind, leaving only a few Unforgettable memories.

Mei dyed the fingertips, sniffing the aroma of a cluster of red plums; the snow fell on the cheeks, feeling a bit of cold. The wind is fluttering, the rain is screaming, and the vicissitudes of the years will not be forgotten. It is also a year of spring, blowing away the dust of memory, bringing the familiar old fragrance.

In the memory, my grandfather made a thousand layers of cake, with a fragrance. "Little baby, come back to eat a thousand layers of cake, my grandfather has just done it!" I have always been regarded as the jewel of the palm of my hand, and I have never left the line of my grandfather. The sunset is in the mountains, and the shadows are scattered. On the narrow bridge that is long and full of glory, there are scenes where the two grandchildren help each other. The old man left the thousand-layered cake dragon, and the right hand was dripping with me, all the way Xu Xing, all the way to laugh. The golden glow of the sun is sprinkled on the face full of joy, and the spring is swaying with the mouth-watering cake, which is the taste of happiness.

The spring breeze set off, bringing memories that were familiar to the past and carrying the unforgettable cake. Still the familiar alley, it is still the intoxicating afterglow, but the old people have already taken the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here.

I still remember clearly that it is my shock to know the message. It was once the spring breeze, but it was no longer able to repair the familiar old incense. At the time when flowers are blooming, I can't help but feel a bit of cold in the flowers. The loss of Grandpa means that I will be a child who is not spoiled under that knee. "The flower-flowered people are independent, and the micro-rain swallows fly." The spring breeze picks up, carrying the memories of the past, taking away the layer of cakes of memory.

The wind picked up and wrinkled a pool of spring water. When the memory that has been blocked for a long time is once again floating in the middle of this season, when the long-awaited years of the heart are once again in this spring breeze, let me look back again, that person, the bridge, the spring breeze.

First day: Wang Rong