The spring breeze is still there. When we drifted in different cities with the wind, and rushed for life, the spring breeze came quietly, and even a greeting was not sent. Our youth is like a rushing river, unable to return, only the faint memories are in the heart, and the wind and the quietly leave! After the spring rain of the patter, the flowers are arguing, everything is reviving, and the greenness of life is filled with hearts. Ascending to the top, the mountains are thick and far-sighted; dripping water through the stone, learning the perseverance of the water, bravely going forward; viewing the flowers and seeing the leaves, the spring of the tenacious, recurring.