I once thought about it, and my favorite people, with our children, from Chiming to Wuda, from Fukuoka to Sapporo, morning cherry and evening cherry, mountain life. But in fact, in the end, every year, I came alone. Everyone is too busy, there are always many reasons, many, many can not do. It happened that this spring was extremely cold, with numerous illnesses and other illnesses that were difficult to heal. But no matter where you go, flowers blossom in four colors, and you can't stop them. Spring is coming. So I am also confused, I want to leave what winter is. In fact, there is nothing. I'm tired. No matter how little freedom a person has, it's all about himself. Here, Xuanmei enters the curtain, the wind and rain are not destroyed, the contacts are in pairs, as evidenced by the Buddha, the heart is extremely uneven, all of life is now.