There are two trees outside the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the temperature control center, one is a peach tree and the other is a peach tree. Every year on the first day of spring, the trees are full of flowers in one night. Flying pansies, fat red, deep green, and sapphire blue, carefully drawn two hundred and fifty-six colors, the colors are bright and full, like burning like boiling, like dyeing like carcasses, making the world dark and man-made blind.The infinite brilliance is radiant, gathered in the heaven of one flower. Then, before the sunset, all the splendor and splendor were instantly wiped out.It comes like a morning cloud, and goes like a spring dream.Suddenly, there are two worlds.The most beautiful day in the whole spring ended here without even a bow.

At that time, the mountain dog always sat under the tree, drank slowly from a bottle of wine, and was speechless all day long.When the last frenzy faded away, he stood up with a long sigh, shook his head, and said to Peach Tree, "Yan, see you next year." Flame is their name. They are souvenirs of Qiuqiu. Qiuqiu is the memory of the mountain dog. Memories are all that a person can have, the last reliance.