C155 Poetic love letter(part i)

The snow and ice in the city of Spring Mountain,

a stroll along the embankment of the river;

There is no limit to what you can tell me,

Love, love!

On a sunny March day, the ice melted and melted. The sun was warm on the people. It was early spring and the spring breeze was blowing. The air was fresh and fresh. On March 3rd, Zi Peng went to work on the first day after the Spring Festival