On the morning of the winter solstice, in the warm quilt, I enjoyed the warmth and sweetness of the rising sun.
The heat of celery dumplings on the bedside table, accompanied by the urging of my wife, I suddenly added butterflies.
She said softly, I want to eat dumplings on the winter solstice, like a warm hand caressing my heart, which awakened my thinking.
Time flies, I have already entered old age, in the fragrance of pen and ink books, cleansing the soul, improve cognition and thinking.
In the days since I retired, I have explored new fields, from poetry couplets to online platforms such as Douyin, Toutiao, Kuaishou, etc.
Rich cultural life cultivates self-cultivation and obtains the fruits of happiness, peace and health.
Today, the temperature has plummeted, and the frozen earth is pregnant with new hope.
Winter is coming to an end, will spring be far away?
The collision of tradition and modernity brings new thinking and perception, the years are quiet, and happiness fills every corner of life.
I looked out the window, the winter sun pouring into my room bed, and a poetic impulse welled up in my heart.
So, I poured out and recorded the mood of this winter solstice, the blend of tradition and modernity, and the flow of poetry.
This life is like this, and it is enough.
This is my winter solstice caprice, warm and beautiful, plain and fulfilling.
In my old age, I gently embraced the world.
Walking in pen and ink, life is picturesque.