Waiting for a long cold winter

Waiting for a long cold winter, waiting for a decline is barren, and finally spring fragrance next year.

Early morning, walked aimlessly. Before you know it, and came to the mountains around, where NG, carefree look, full of green, demonstrates the power of life. Snow footprint last year had not only grass laying like a green carpet on the shore of the happy and harmonious, vibrant leaves rich in spring classics, like a Reed pipe, melodious to put it mildly, is like a green cloud, weave a beautiful illusion.

Spring melody, is a graceful short lyric, broke through the bitter cold of detention, spent a long cold winter, a warm spring, full of hope in the season, to green growth. Like the girls one crisp, light, with a shy laughter, awakening the sleeping Earth, mountains and Plains covered with a gorgeous of Subing.