Flowers blossom and fall, the four seasons cycle, in the alternation of seasons, how many shoulder-to-shoulder missed on the road.
Life is like a cycle, spring to autumn, summer to winter, four seasons cycle, let people have a kind of life withering and desire for rebirth.
The four seasons cycle, not designed by people, allows time to flow, drift, year after year, day after day in an orderly way forward.
Heaven and earth revolve, the four seasons cycle, the Yangtze River is still flowing, the days are still going to pass.
你是我脚下的土地。 只有你才能让我存在，当我从你身上吸取所有灿烂过之后，也应该凋落在你的怀里。 就像桃花和春泥，一年一年都要以只有彼此才懂的方式相伴。 从生到死，共同等待下个花季。
A faint worry in the four seasons cycle, the memory of the shallow, and endless sand and gravel flowing to the shore with the tide, a little bit, a layer of rocks that have your footprints to cover, until you come back, only remember that you have come, the corners of the mouth and the radians are interrupted by the sound of gre
