Every morning when the roses bloom, the light voice lingers around my ears, and the tiny steps bring the greetings of a beautiful winter. Walking in the sunshine with roses in hand, silently watching the blooming bright smiling faces of flowers, I felt that the smell of last winter was still spreading in the sunshine. The train, the Hill and the beautiful myths one after another were presented in front of us one by one. Everything seemed to be as beautiful as before, but the petals that had been opened would never come back. The dusty wine may be brewed this winter, and the sleeping flowers may bloom, but that beautiful fairy tale will never come back. I couldn’t tell my mood at this time, but somehow I felt a little sad. I stared at the red rose in the vase blankly, and my tears seemed to flow down. I suddenly feel like an orphan, walking in the sunshine, but I can’t feel the warmth of spring! The Flower should have memory, because it will open regularly, the little Magpie will send it regularly, and the avatar on QQ will flash again, and the mood is still in chaos, so I have no intention to browse, I wish all my friends on the Internet are good. Don’t blame me for neglect again and again! Now I really want to treasure which petals, and also want to treasure which fleeting edges. This winter, I hope my heart will be full of flowers and fragrance!

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