When the morning breeze gently blew over my eyebrows, I stood in front of the window, gently holding a wisp of flower fragrance, watching the green seasons and the smiling faces of the distant mountains. In the story of life, there are so many true feelings that need not be expressed in words, but only condensed into a touch of love in the heart, calm and without regrets; at the corner of the passing years, how many encounters are like the glass in dreams, the poetry that decorates life, and they should be practiced and cherished. In life, spring is not just about the bright purples and reds. Sometimes, being simple and elegant is also a kind of lasting fragrance. If one day, in the clear breeze and bright moon, you push open a mottled door and watch the time fade away, you can still embrace your experience, embrace the warm fragrance, and look back at a simple self, it will be the most beautiful understanding in the depths of time.