Meet you in the most beautiful years

Chapter 1 Prologue

all seasons are spring

- They used to love each other like this

The catkins in the south of the Yangtze River have begun to fly around.

This is the warmest and warmest season of the year.Every day I walk under the bright sun in the small town, swimming like a fish in the spring.The sky is light blue, looking up, one's heart aches, as if a pair of wings sprouted from his chest, ready to fly away.

The spring is late, don't miss the smoke scene.The Exi River in the city has been sleeping for a whole winter in the wild and cold, and wakes up when the willow wind blows. It is like a new satin, softly spread out, surrounded by the early green and new red on both sides, with a shallow layer of fine lines. , all the way Lingbo micro-step, swept straight to the end of the spring water.That clear and charming shyness, like a beautiful woman, is quite thought-provoking.

At the corner of the street, there is a paulownia plant, which is as tall as the building.In the market in the surrounding area, there is only one tree, which stands there abruptly and restlessly all winter, so skinny and lonely that it makes people feel pitiful.At this moment, the tree is full of pink flowers, and shyly hides the dead branches and thin trunks in the pile of brocade flowers. Looking from a distance, it is a cloud of pink and purple mist. Branches, unwilling to go far to the clouds.

I walk slowly along the boardwalk under the willow forest by the river every day, admiring the spring and scenery.The breeze blows back and forth by the side, it is gentle and gentle, with a warm fragrance, it seems that there is some secret news rushing to the ears but he hesitates to say anything.Close your eyes and listen, only the voice of Chun.

There is always something singing in my heart.Spring is a city, an abundant rainforest where all things sprout, and all thriving life seems to be rushing to a love affair.Such green eyebrows, flowers and trees are so beautiful, it is only for Fang Xin to meet each other when he comes, to be able to spend his life's color, and leave the most beautiful moment for each other.

So when I lowered my eyebrows and thought, I suddenly felt that the sparkling river, those joyously dancing grass leaves, and the paulownia tree that was full of flowers tenderly amidst the sound of traffic and people, it turned out that in spring, they are With love.

When love comes, all seasons are spring.

In love, they are willing to bind themselves in a cocoon, to be their own slaves, and also to be their own monarchs.

This world is full of turmoil and turmoil.Although the flowers bloom and wither, the stream dries up, and love withers, in the best years, in the lover's heart, only the years are quiet and romantic.

(End of this chapter)