? Father has a yard, and he guards it in that small world, waiting for the endless fragrance of flowers.

? The floor paved with plain blue bricks is stepped on the deep wooden floor. The white wall covered with blue tiles is spotless, too green to eat fireworks. In the green, flowers, gray stone full of white, clean and transparent quiet.

? In the courtyard, when the flowering period is delayed by four seasons, this flower will wither, and another flower will bloom, which will always be light green, green, blue and dark, and my father will be fragrant every year. When the spring breeze makes the flowers bloom, you will miss the bluestone burning in summer, and the autumn frost will fall on the wooden steps and wait for the freezing trickle in winter.

? Flowers bloom and fall, and I am in a different place, taking advantage of a few days' holiday to return to the yard, full of fragrance. In just a few days, I enjoyed the full bloom, and the aroma infected the tip of my nose, poured into my chest and settled for a long time. When I leave home, I can feel the fragrance lingering in my heart, waiting for the next fragrance to dissipate.

? The Spring Festival couplets are flourishing and the emblem is slightly drooping. When everything wakes up, the child has become a teenager, some naive and some mature. Leaving home for the first time is like the beginning of spring flowers, full of joy, but hesitant about the unknown world to be faced.

It's a matter of time. We'll send it later.