(Original: Pine of a Thousand Ridges).
The wind is blowing again. Take advantage of the darkness of the night.
Quietly raise a light snow like grains of salt.
Dead branches and yellow leaves.
It has been the last despair of winter.
The joy of the Spring Festival, clean up.
There is no trace of decay.
Spring has arrived.
Green leaves coming in from the middle of winter.
Sprouts that have just emerged from the dirt.
A new bud on a branch.
Destiny. There are still a few more catastrophes.
The wind was blowing.
From the freshly sealed cold weapons depot.
Draw your sword again and swing it, killing with a murderous spirit.
The crystal snowflakes are a beauty trick for the wind to divert attention.
The day before yesterday, he was dressed in a colorful dress of spring.
Swaying the clouds in the canopy.
Birds chirping and singing.
Yesterday was threatened by the cold winds of restoration.
A nest that hides deep in the trees.
Struggle to get it back.
Feathers tossed by the wind.
Shivered, and closed his mouth.
Kill back the pistol's pistol.
And the frost and winds of winter are rampant.
It's just, no matter how cold it is.
It is no longer possible to let the green leaves wither and the grass wither.
Saplings that have been drilled out of the cracks in the rock can no longer be allowed to retreat into the rock formation.
A roar of heaven and earth.
A whining whining of the chest.
However, the trend has turned.
The echo of falling dust and smoke.
A few days later, a sudden strong wind rose.
The last ounce of strength was exhausted.
Abruptly stopped. The moment when night and dawn meet.
In the silence, suddenly appeared.
The cherry blossoms are pink and white.
The peach blossoms are red and gorgeous.
Golden rape flowers are all over the mountains.
The goshawk soared into the sky, and the sky was intoxicatingly blue.
Birds gently blow the spring tide in the treetops.
The breeze slowly plays the strings on the tips of the grass.
The clouds that have been silent for too long and suppressed for too long.
will also roar out a string of joy.
The spring thunder that shines in the sky and shakes the earth.
Written on February 22, 2024.
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