http://www.yayacui.com I am over twenty years old. Winter comes and goes, and before we know it, spring has passed half a season. At this moment, fine spring rain is still falling outside the window, and there is still a trace of cold in the air. Standing by the window and looking out, American films, the cherry blossoms all over the mountain have dyed this school red. The deep green of the lawn can be seen faintly, and the green between the hills is also becoming more and more purple, with a touch of red in between. Under the misty night fog, the leaves and flowers are intimately embraced, and no one wants to disturb them. Copyright qnwz This article comes from Youth Digest website. For any wanderer in a foreign land, loneliness and solitude can hit at any moment. The words sound "squeak", "squeak", "squeak" as they are typed on the fingertips. Each word that is typed out feels like a silent release. http://hi.baidu.com/puws63/blog/item/448b8a6adc4e2f270dd7dafe.html. Words at this moment are like a bridge to the heart, allowing "loneliness" to quietly walk out. Youth Digest Youth Digest Youth Digest Electronic Magazine http://www.yayacui.com