Succulent plants, spring waves, green grass, dawn, cold depths, relative bathing in red series

Many years ago, when I was traveling to a small town in the south, I passed by a small courtyard. I was attracted by the clean and compact courtyard with the excellent growing succulent plants, large and small, placed high and low. It was an elegant place. A masterpiece of a single old man’s spare time. With just a gentle greeting, the spring breeze blows on your face, and your eyes are full of tenderness. Meeting and parting in time are like flowers blooming and falling. There is always some affection that can span the mountains and rivers, and write some love on the white and windy days of every month. , so that the hearts are no longer lonely, and the feelings are no longer separated. The mountains are high and the rivers are far away in this world. Even if I can't hold your hand forever, being able to walk with you for a while is the most beautiful practice.