On Chinese New Year's Eve, I decided to get up early and run, saying that it was not early, but the sky was not bright enough.
There are few pedestrians on the road, there are only one or two people in the square for morning exercises, and there are only three or four people stretching in the compound.
It didn't take a few steps to get hot all over, the temperature was gradually rising, and the wicker was already very soft. But there is still remnants of snow on the tree-shaded paths and hillsides.
By the way, I went to see Lamei again. It didn't bloom well enough, and the dry leaves hadn't fallen yet. A few days ago, someone asked me if I had opened it, and I said with full confidence that it had been opened, so you can go and see it. I believe they're coming, but I'm not sure if they'll come back with a bang.
But look at the flower, lies in the mood, whether it blooms well enough or not, I like it, before the person stands the flower, the flower also looks at you, the flower will be different for different people, and show different states. "I know each other with plum blossoms", know and don't know, follow the flowers, follow the people.
At the crossroads, there are two old men selling pines and cypresses and peach branches, a man and a woman, one east and one west, one on a tricycle and the other on the sidewalk.
I also had the urge to go to the mountains to cut peach branches and pine branches, the spring breeze into Tusu, and the new peaches for the old charms.
Stop-and-go, I can't forget my original intention, so I encourage myself to run. Run away from bad luck, run out of a new atmosphere, run out of a new vision.